Mage Joan

"I haven't said anything like this!" Flint flatly denied Joan's speculation, and then turned around. "But after all, I can't rule out this possibility, right?"

Joan nodded, but he was a little disappointed. If Mayor Dindoorr really wants to force Flint to withdraw from the election, he will not use this kind of fueling method-this will stimulate the stubborn temper of the old dwarf, prompting him to put into the election.

"I don't think a little boy can help, but everyone says that Tyre's grandson, Joan Vida, is the smartest kid in our town. Since that's the case, just follow me."

"Where are you going?" Joan kept up with the dwarf.

"Take you to the crime scene, little one, maybe your ingenuity will come in handy."

"I hope so, Mr. Flint."

Joan followed the dwarf out of the blacksmith's shop, and outside the courtyard was the Delin River. As winter and spring melted, ice and snow melted, the water level in the river continued to rise, and the turbulent water washed the embankment, bringing lasting and free to the mills and factories established along the river. Natural power.

Flint's forging workshop was set up on the banks of the Dring. Under the guidance of the dwarf, Joan walked into the spacious workshop and visited the new machine tool that he personally designed and manufactured. This oddly shaped machine is huge and complex. Flint Anvil proudly claims that this machine tool can replace the labor of at least 10 blacksmiths, except for the most conspicuous row of parallel and parallel automatic forging hammers, designed by Flint The machine tool also has many finishing functions such as cutting, grinding, milling, planing and cutting. It takes more power to drive such a huge mechanical device, which is entirely transported by the huge waterwheel by the river.

Joan was very interested in mechanical devices since childhood, half out of curiosity, half out of the need to investigate the case, accompanied by the dwarves to carefully observe the transmission between the waterwheel and the machine tool, trying to figure out the energy contained in the river How did it move to the factory building ten feet away, and how did it drive the complicated machine to work, and it could replace the craftsman's skillful forging and processing of various exquisite agricultural tools and weapons.

The usual forging workshop always makes noise from morning to night. The roar of forging hammers striking steel spreads all over the town, but today it is abnormally quiet, because the core components of the transmission-"worm gear" and "crank slider"- They were completely destroyed, no wonder the old dwarf was so angry that he blew his beard.

The machine couldn't run, so Flint had to leave the workers in the workshop, leaving only an apprentice named Tom to help him replace the new parts.

Tom is a young dwarf, both an apprentice of Flint and the nephew of the old dwarf. He looks like a young Flint who is fifty years old, except that the young dwarf blacksmith is not as particular about appearance as his uncle who has already become famous. 'S love is overwhelming.

"Tom, come and meet this little brother. His name is Joan, grandson of Old Tyre." Flint shouted at Tom who was changing the crank slider.

Tom turned back to Joan and raised his oily hands as a hello, and said with a smile: "I heard of you, Mr. Vader, maybe you should call you'Master Master'."

Joan blushed and said good afternoon awkwardly.

"Tom, how long will the transmission be fixed?" Flint asked his nephew.

"I'm afraid it's not good to repair before dark, so **** it, I have to work overtime until late at night." Tom grumbled.

"If you don't drink two glasses of ale at noon, you don't have to procrastinate for so long." Flint counted nephew angrily.

"Dear Uncle, don't you know me yet? Rather than working overtime rather than having a drink, this is my only pleasure." Tom said aggrievedly.

"Stubborn boy, one day you will drown in a wine barrel." Flint stared at his nephew with hatred for iron, took out his gold-plated pocket watch, and turned to Joan: "Time is no longer Too early, I have to go to Mrs. Francis’ birthday dinner, and I will hand it over to you and Tom. According to the rules of the past, the criminals usually do it in the middle of the night. You must be careful. There is a gold coin here. You buy it for dinner. "

Joan took the gold coins from the generous old dwarf and thought that he wouldn't be busy today.

Soon after Flint left, it was completely dark.

Joan didn't use the gold coin, and ran home to enjoy the dinner prepared by Kandy. After dinner, he went to visit Gray in the back forest. Gray had a good life in this refuge. He slept in a wooden house during the day and took Jamie to the woods at night. He also caught a wild boar that broke into the fruit forest and ate it with Jamie. A meal. Perhaps due to Jamie's influence, Koizumi Mila is no longer hiding from Gray. With Mila and Jamie as companions, plus Joan and Condy visiting every night, Gray didn't feel lonely in the new environment.

Joan thought of work at night, briefly told Conti about the troubles with Flint Anvil, and left the woods in a hurry to return to the riverside factory.

Sure enough, as Flint expected, his good-nephew, Tom, fooled around in the tavern before returning at midnight. The drunk and hyperactive dwarf is really the most annoying creature in the world. Tom pulls Joan to endlessly tell the indecent jokes heard in the tavern, making him unable to concentrate on studying spell books at all. Take the needle thread and sew up this guy's big mouth.

Tom nagged for two hours in his own pleasure, finally showing a tired look, yawned heavily, and stood up, shaking Joan's shoulder, asking if he would accompany himself to **** on the river.

"No excuses," Joan said angrily.

Tom smirked twice, and stumbled out of the workshop alone, without even closing the door.

Joan took a breath and was glad that he finally got rid of the nagging ghost. Opened the spell book and read two pages. After a long absence of Tom's return, I wondered secretly: Does it take so long to urinate? Shouldn’t you be drunk by the river?

Joan sighed, closed the book, and was about to go out to look for Tom. There was a singless song outside the door. At first, he thought Tom was singing, but after listening carefully, he found that the song was crisp and gentle, and it could never come from the rough throat of the dwarf blacksmith. Moreover, the singer used neither common language nor dwarf language, and it sounded more like honey. The kind of leprechaun language used by La.

When Joan was wondering, there were heavy footsteps outside the door, and the noise of metal rubbing the ground. This unusual movement was mixed in the singing of the true and illusory song, which inexplicably stimulated the atmosphere of terror, so that Joan couldn't help but shudder, stretched out his dagger from his waist, and walked lightly towards the door.

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