Mage Joan

The Jay landed smoothly. Joan jumped down, stroking the crow's neck and struggling hard. Because the structure of the vocal cords is very different from that of human beings, even though most of the crows can understand human language, it is difficult for them to use human language fluently for conversation-this pronunciation is too complicated for them. Despite this, the crow spoke Joan with a weird accent and said, "You're welcome," and then flew into the air.

The hounds huddled in the shadows saw the big bird leaving, and suddenly their courage doubled, rushing out to bark at the sky, showing that they were not scared by the big bird.

The jay ignored the wagging tail of waste wood, and flew its wings to the west. It flew into the fiery red sunset in a blink of an eye.

The militiamen on the whistle also saw the figure of the crow, and hurried over with an iron whistle, and found that only Joan was standing at the mouth of the town, watching the big bird away, and scratched his head in confusion, hitting Joan. Hear what happened just now.

"It's nothing. A friend took me home and accidentally frightened the hound." Joan replied briefly.

"Oh, it's okay!" The sentinel sighed with relief and turned his back on the group of dogs. "Go! A group of local dogs who haven't seen the world, they are nothing to call!"

Joan smiled, took his suitcase and walked into the town, stopped by Aunt Barbara's grocery store, and decided to go in and check out the novelty goods.

The magical objects displayed on the counter were the same old ones. Joan was about to walk away. Aunt Barbara approached him. When she came into contact with his eyes, she couldn't help but exclaim.

"Joan! What's wrong with your eyes?"

"It's nothing……"

Joan tried to perfunctory, but helpless Aunt Barbara was too enthusiastic, and pulled him to ask questions, but had to daringly repeat the lie to the Conti family, blamed the blindness of his right eye on soul stealers.

"My God! It should be cursed that evil goblin!" Aunt Barbara exclaimed angrily.

"The goblin is dead. I killed it myself in a fight." Joan answered.

"Good thing! My child, this should be the way to deal with the bad goblin bullying you! Let me say, the only thing that is not so good in our Alfheim area is that there are too many goblins. Is it about the old Flint watermill?"

Joan was speechless and had to patiently listen to the overzealous aunt. Fortunately, Aunt Barbara had to be busy greeting other guests. She had to close her "talk box" for a while and kissed Joan on his face. She said sympathetically, "Good boy, only one eye, don't be too Sad! By the way, if you have something you like on the counter, take it and your aunt will give you a 50% discount!"

"Then thank you so much!"

Joan's eyes lit up, rubbing his hands close to the counter, first brought the "magic hat", thought for a while, and then took the "human face shield".

These two wonders Joan wanted to buy before. At first, they were too tight at hand. Second, they were of little use. They hadn't been willing to buy them. Today’s situation is very different. Aunt Barbara’s promise of a 50% discount is still secondary. The key is that Joan is not the same as before. You can use the "Rune Rune" to bless the two strange things. Once stripped down to learn, it is equivalent to buying at least three 0-ring spell reels at the price of ten gold coins, which is too cost-effective!

In addition to the "Magic Hat" and "Human Face Shield", Joan also purchased a large amount of food in the grocery store, took a handful of gold duga from the money bag that Kandy's mother gave him, and settled the bill. A rattan basket filled with various foods, said Aunt Barbara and went home by herself.

When he arrived home, Joan dropped the bag first, boiled the water to wash away the dust, changed into a clean dress, and felt much cleaner from head to toe.

At this time, it was dark. Joan first ran to Dr. Kailandil’s clinic and looked at it. The locked door indicated that the doctor had not returned, and Joan returned the same way, dividing the newly purchased bread, cheese and ham in half. To Grandpa Houshan.

Before entering the door, Joan was still playing drums, not knowing how to explain his blind right eye to Grandpa. Unexpectedly, my grandfather was not surprised that he came back wearing a blindfold. He pointed to the envelope on the table and said, "I just received a letter from the Victorian crow. Your experience in the village of Pohuatan was written on it. Victor felt deeply guilty for this."

"It's not an encounter. The Condys are kind to me..." Joan touched the blindfold. "It's just an accident. I don't blame Mr. Kalinin. I can only blame myself for being careless."

Old Man Tyr sighed, leaning on a cane and trying to stand up. Joan quickly stepped forward to help his grandfather. The old man sat back in his armchair again, reaching for his grandson's right eye, feelings of distress and guilt flashing alternately in his eyes. Look at his crippled leg and then his grandson's crippled eye. The old man is sad and can't help choking.

"Joan, I failed to take care of you, I'm sorry your parents..."

Before Joan came to the door, he only thought about how to face the grandfather's scolding. He never thought that this old man who had always been stubborn and surly would say such a thing.

"I really don't care! If you think about it, I was born with one more eye than a normal person. Even if one eye is blind, the remaining two eyes are enough!"

Old Man Tell was amused by the grandchild's childish words, and shook his head in tears.

Joan was not used to the atmosphere in the room, nor did he know how to get along with the rare grandfather, who rubbed his hands and said in a humble way: "Grandpa, I will go first, go to Houshan to see how the fruit trees are growing... I don’t know where Jamie’s guy went crazy."

"Jamie was with the "grey bagger" in the woods."

"Uh, you..." Joan looked at Grandpa in surprise. "You already know that Gray is hiding in the woods?"

The old man glared at him angrily: "I'm not too old to be so dizzy that I don't even notice a grey sack beast hidden in my own woods! Don't make any claims in the future, just tell me!"

Joan nodded awkwardly, said goodbye to his grandfather, and fled out of the hut like he ran away.

There are beasts in the woods for Grey to hunt, wild fruits and springs to quench his thirst, without worrying about eating or drinking, and a hut to shelter from the wind and rain, with a mixed-blood winter wolf Jamie as a companion, and the life is quite easy. happy. If there is anything unsatisfactory, Joan hasn’t visited it for a long time.

This evening Gray took Jamie to tour the forest, catching a painted-faced badger who dared to break into Guolin Sanye and fell to his death. Jamie smelled the little master's breath away from the old man, and immediately dropped Grey, barking excitedly and hurried towards the forest hut.

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