The news that Carlos was going to the Alchemy Lodge spread like a long foot in the town.

Although there are not many people who are interested in this matter.

The majority of the population is still living a normal life.

Men go to the salt wells during the day to collect salt, and at night they mingle in the bars and talk in groups, and the women arrange their household chores, take out old clothes and hats for the next season, and at most occasionally a few women appear in the market, and only drive the lost white geese from the streets of the town back to their yards.

As for why the skinny goose that goes out in the morning comes back at night, it becomes a big fat goose, and the male goose becomes a female goose, no one cares about this little thing.

It's a big fluke that the number is not bad.

Outside, there are people from outside the town who are in and out of the town, gathering more and more.

The fierce and vicious looks all make people tremble when they look at it.

rather,

Ever since Black Hats and Bounty Hunters have been entering Salt Well Town more and more.

There seems to be a lot less gossip in the whole town.

Rena, the little girl with a flecked face of wheat, thought that so far it was actually quite good, and no one had pointed a finger at her yard for days.

This is a good sign.

Malt changed into a floral cotton wool skirt, she was going to deliver goose eggs to Stevenson's house today, and the goose she raised had not dared to go out for a long time, and she was idle in the yard every day, and laid eggs.

There are many goose eggs, not only malt.

The mayor of the town knew the plight of the residents with many goose eggs, so he waved his hand and generously arranged for the servants to buy them all at the market price.

Many of the town's residents walked across the Wooden Bear Bridge to the Stevensons' house.

They exchanged the idle goose eggs in their hands for copper coins here.

Carlos even saw a woman's basket containing a golden wild bird's egg, two circles larger than a long flat goose egg, which surprised the curious Carlos and bought it himself for a silver coin.

The malt sold out the basket, and before leaving, he timidly said to Carlos: "Master Carlos, Char and Sidis asked when you are going to have a picnic. ”

Carlos looked at the sky, noon had not yet arrived.

He smiled at Malt, "I'll go to Koman's house, and you tell Char and Golden Glasses that I'll wait for him under the Wooden Bear Bridge, and we'll go fishing there." ”

"Right now?"

Carlos nodded in the affirmative, and the malt ran away with the basket in the wild.

Augusta's steam valve house wasn't very far from Stevenson's house, and passing through a few dilapidated cabins, Carlos looked up to see plumes of rich white steam rising from the sky.

This means that someone is home.

Carlos knocked on the courtyard door.

"Carlos, why are you here, your disappearance that day scared the hell out of us. ”

Coman pushed open the door and walked out, looking a little surprised.

Carlos looked at the fat man's face full of smoke and fire, and difled the topic and quipped, "What, I bumped into your good thing?"

Coman wiped his face, and he didn't know if it was Carlos's illusion, but he hadn't seen him for a few days, and Koman's fat face had become a little mature, no longer the harmless appearance of humans and animals like dolls in the painting before, but there was also more perseverance in his eyes.

The little fat man Coman didn't answer, just giggled.

Carlos asked, "Why, the steam engine that was removed from the Overseer airship was fitted here?"

Koeman's smirk came to an abrupt end.

He smiled sadly and said: "It turned out to be disassembled from that broken airship, the power is several times greater than my house, and the steam released is hot and hot, which is simply not something that people can quench."

Alas, my good days are at an end. ”

Carlos looked at the fat man here miserable, thinking that he was going to study in the alchemy hut in the past two days, and he didn't know how he would torture himself with the character of that strange old man, Du Buyi.

Although this is self-inflicted.

The two still have a feeling of sympathy and sympathy for each other.

Carlos held Koman's shoulders and pretended to sigh: "Hey, I wanted to call you to go fishing, seeing that you are so diligent in cultivation, I think it's better to forget it..."

The fat man screamed when he heard this, "Don't, take me!"

Then he leaned into Carlos's ear and whispered: "After a while, you will tell my father that you have an important guest at home, let me go and see the world, and he will agree." ”

Carlos blinked, "For example?"

"Black mage, do you have any relatives in your family who are black mages. ”

Carlos thought for a moment and shook his head, "I haven't heard of this, but my brother is back!"

The fat man jumped up and said, "Who, De Ligt?"

Carlos nodded.

Koman's eyes curled into sprouts, and he clapped his palms in agreement.

"That's right, De Ligt is a great swordsman, and his reputation is spread throughout the surrounding wilderness. ”

Carlos didn't ask him where the matter about his Goldricht had come from, and how he had never felt so mysterious.

The fat man turned and walked away.

In fact, it came out very quickly.

When Coman came out of the steam valve house, Carlos hadn't spoken a word to Augusta, not even seen each other.

I don't know what kind of magic is in the noisy wooden house, and every time Carlos comes to the door, Augusta will ruthlessly refuse his offer to go in and visit, and strictly order Coman not to pass on the contents of the house.

Carlos looked at Koman who rushed out of the house and said in surprise: "This is out of prison, why is it so fast." ”

The fat on Koeman's face trembled, and he glanced at Carlos sympathetically.

"My father said you were here and agreed to let me go out. ”

"I have such a big face. ”

Coman nodded earnestly, but his eyes swirled back and forth on Carlos.

Carlos, who was a little hairy by the fat man, kicked him angrily.

"What's that look on your face?"

Coman looked at Carlos sadly, "Alas, my father said to cherish the present, after all, you are about to go to study with the old pervert Du Buyi, and I am afraid that I will not have a chance to see you again in the future." ”

"So scary?"

"Well..."

...

Under the influence of the windy and sunny weather outside, lying comfortably on the grass by the river and chewing on the grass roots made Carlos a little paralyzed.

Looking at the sky, he was in a reverie.

Thinking aimlessly about some nonsense.

The rod was stuck in the soft dirt at Carlos' feet, and Sidis, the golden-eyed Sidis, was looking at the two buoys by himself, and to be precise, his attention was actually on Carlos's immobile fish buoy.

As soon as the bait on Carlos' rod is eaten, he is ready to replace it with a live earthworm.

As for what can catch fish under Carlos's fishing rod?

It's a bit too extravagant.

Koeman's fishing was the most focused, his hand holding the rod was like a vice, not moving, and he didn't even breathe as roughly.

Malt work very hard, carrying buckets from time to time from the fertile mud not far away to dig a lot of earthworms as bait, most of the small buckets are filled with muddy mud, which makes her carry up a little difficult, fortunately she enjoys it, every time the bait is enough, she sits on the lawn with her mouth wide open and panting, stretching her neck to see if the fish below bite the hook.

The tall Charles was particularly low today, and seemed to have thoughts, and his short bright red hair seemed to be much darker, but he sat quietly, holding the fishing rod in his hand and looking at the reeds.

I'm afraid that even if the fish bites, I won't be able to detect it.

Carlos lay down for a while, the wind was soft, the sun was warm, everything was so beautiful.

When the gentle breeze had stopped for a moment, he rolled over.

"Let's talk about something. Carlos announced.