"Whatever do you want to eat, at least say hello to me!"
"Spit it out!"
Gretel pulled...picked...picked...pulled the little snake out of the broken gourd, caught it in his hand, and swung it around.
The little snake hung in his hand as if it were alive. It did not wrap around his wrist, nor turn around to bite it. It looked like "you can throw it away, I am just a piece of firewood". Gretel flicked it a few times.
, without even shaking off the gourd peel from its mouth, he turned back to shake the oak stick:
"What's wrong with you! You're a tree! Okay, put the leaves on it and chew on the gourd skin. What are you trying to do! You don't have a mouth, so you still have to chew on it!"
On the bark of the oak stick, two centimeters above where Gretel's fingers were holding, a crack was opened. On the left and right, there were interlaced canine teeth, which looked like two rows of sharp teeth...
Gretel moved his fingers urgently. Hey, he is even more angry. Do you want to say "you also have a mouth and you can bite" by opening a crack like this?
Idian and Cerela secretly laughed. Even Dela Van Losia, who was always taciturn, also laughed, floated forward, and touched the oak staff in Grete's hand:
"If they want to eat it, it must be good for them. You can communicate with them directly and ask them questions."
After a long series of words, there was silence on the mountain road. After a while, Yudian took out his ears and shouted in disbelief:
"Della, were you talking just now?! You actually said such a long string of words!"
Losia gave him a roll of her eyes, turned back, and became silent again. Idian shrugged, turned his head to the other side, and said:
"It's true... I can talk so much with Little Gretel, but I can only say two or three words with me..."
After venting his emotions about "the gourd he just got was killed inexplicably", Grete lay on the back of the Phantom Horse and continued to write his thesis. The sun gradually set towards the west, and pieces of writing paper were stuffed into the space bag. Finally, he was satisfied
Stretched:
"ah--"
Finished, finished!
Gretel crossed his fingers, raised his wrist, and tried to spin. While spinning, he said:
"Ah, I write thousands of words by hand every day. It's so tiring..."
"Why didn't you write it by hand before?" Yudian couldn't stand it anymore and complained again.
Who doesn’t write by hand these days?
As a spellcaster, a spellcaster whose physical strength is equal to that of a knight, he starts to grunt after writing a few words, indicating that his hands are tired?
"I'm really tired..." Grete continued to rub his wrists, and even threw a healing spell on them. There was no computer or keyboard, and writing by hand was really tiring...
"In the past, the oak staff helped me write... or the tower spirit helped me write... Only very important papers were handwritten word by word. Most of them were written by me, and they helped output the text..."
Now the oak staff is busy gnawing the gourd and has no time to pay attention to him. In the mage tower, the tower spirit can scan his experimental records and then output most of the contents on his behalf; but he is alone outside now, and there is no tower spirit to help him.
.
…
Although the meditation core can calculate and store, it seems that it can't do this by letting it control his hands and write on his behalf! Besides, even if it can do it, isn't it because his own hands are busy?
"You're too lazy to forget it..."
Idian couldn't help but rolled his eyes. Gretel smiled at him shamelessly and looked around:
"Hey, where have we been? Where will we stay tonight?"
"Come on, we'll reach the mining area just a little further away." Yudian raised his finger and pointed:
"I see you've been busy writing, so I didn't bother you. Use the flying skill and fly over two mountains. There is a small distribution center. Let's go there first and check. If the number of mines there is not enough, we can search further down."
Grete nodded, packed up his belongings, and waved away the phantom colt. Next to him, Losia waved his hand gently, and a group flying spell fell on everyone. Idian, Bernard, and Apa immediately flew up,
A horizontal row formed around her.
Only Cerela shrugged her shoulders and trembled all over as if she had been caught in the rain. The invisible force surged and threw away the group flying technique blessed by Losia.
The silver dragon girl nodded to her, her eyes curved happily, and then she ran over and took Gretel's hand:
"Gretel, let's go together!"
Grete slapped his backhand and added a Dragon Flying Technique to himself. The strong and powerful golden-red dragon wings spread out from behind, holding him up slowly into the sky.
Behind Cerela, a pair of broad silver wings also spread out. The two of them rose side by side and leapt towards the opposite mountain.
It passed over a mountain, then another mountain, and then slowly descended on the air current. Less than halfway up the mountain, there were already people running below, waving hands, and shouting at the top of their lungs. Idian pointed down, and the light wind wrapped around the air current, sending him
to everyone’s ears:
"Did you see that small manor? We'll stay there tonight!"
To be honest, Gretel didn't really see any "manor" anywhere. Looking down, he could barely see some tall and short houses on the hillside, houses and houses——
Most of the houses are short adobe houses with thatched roofs. If they present a neat visual effect, it is only because of the extensive use of lime to paint the exterior walls white;
There is also a stone house, with large stones stacked together, and the wall seems to be a little crooked. As for how many gaps there are in the wall, and how much cold wind blows in at night, Gretel doesn't want to think about it at all;
Of course, there are also slightly better houses inside. To be precise, there is one standing among a circle of half-person-high stone walls, which are all made of stones.
Compared with the slum next to it, this house has at least two floors and covers an area of 200 square meters. There is also a tall building in the corner, which is probably a watchtower or something like that. It can have three floors... or four.
layer?
The man waving his hands and shouting at them was standing in front of the two-story building. Idian pointed the direction and flew down with everyone. The man immediately stepped forward and bowed reservedly:
"Dear Sir, welcome to my mansion, Aya Mank will serve you wholeheartedly. If you have any needs, I will try my best to help you -"
…
"You're welcome." Idian nodded lightly. He waved to Gretel and others and stepped forward:
"I'll temporarily arrange it at the place where I stayed last time. As for dinner, it's the same as last time. If there's anything extra I need, I'll tell you then."
As he spoke, he threw out a long animal tooth. Aya Mank accepted it gratefully and led them inside. Gretel silently followed behind, looking left and right, and found that Aya Mank might
What a nobleman:
He was the only one wearing a bright woolen coat, made of wool dyed in red, white and black, and the material was relatively fine. On his long earlobe, a thick gold earring dangled.
The busy servants around were either wearing coarse cotton coats or natural woolen jackets. The roughness of the fabric was only slightly better than the blanket. It was hard to imagine how one could wear it without feeling itchy.
This was even more true when it came time to eat. There was a long table in the center of the dining room, and they were placed on this table to eat with the host's family:
Aya Mank, a woman who was obviously his wife, two teenagers, and a pretty and cute little girl. As soon as Grete and his group sat down, the girl came to them jumping up and down, holding a cup in her hand.
With a plate of pie:
"You guys are so beautiful!"
She raised her head, smiled sweetly, and held the plate of fragrant pie to Cerela:
"I made this with my own hands today! Dear guests, I give it to you. I wish you a happy dinner!"
Cerira took the plate with a smile and touched her shoulder. The little girl was wearing a bright woolen cloak. The material was particularly delicate and had a touch of velvet. Cerira touched it, then touched it again.
For a moment, lingering:
"This dress is very beautiful! What is it made of?"
"This is 'Manta', made of alpaca hair! Only my mother in the whole village can weave such a good Manta!" The girl held her head high and looked proud:
"I will also learn this craft in the future and learn to weave more delicate manta than this!"
Does the daughter of a small noble family also want to learn to weave by herself? Gretel glanced sideways. Cerela had already taken out a fruit candy and put it in her hand:
"This dress is really nice! - Do you have any better materials? I also want to buy one to make clothes!"
"Yes, yes!" The little girl nodded vigorously. After a pause, she felt a little worried again, and her thin eyebrows were tied into two knots:
"But this is not the best. The best one is called 'comba'. Only kings and high priests can afford to wear it. It can only be woven with the wool of specially raised alpacas... I'm good.
I want to learn that kind of craft..."
"Yin Lapa! Don't say such things!"
The housewife suddenly changed her expression and stopped shouting. The little girl stuck out her tongue, bowed to the guests, turned and ran away. Gretel looked over without knowing why, and saw the housewife raising her head and reluctantly said to her.
They smiled:
"This kind of craftsmanship cannot be learned by small nobles like us... Only people from the specialized weaving academy, the king's concubines, and... the Virgin of the Sun can learn this kind of craftsmanship..."
Sun Virgin?
Grete's ears suddenly stood up. Just as he was about to ask, there was a sudden noise outside, approaching from far away. Aya Mank ran out quickly, and soon he saw a group of servants carrying a short
The wooden sedan comes in:
The nobleman or official sitting on the sedan was more luxuriously dressed than Aya Manke, and had more gold ornaments on his body. He looked around, and his eyes lit up when he saw Serila and others.
Turn to people quickly:
"Congratulations. Under the order of the high priest, the Virgin of the Sun has started the selection again, and your little daughter has been selected!"
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