The lord stayed up all night at the blacksmith shop.

This made the girls who knocked on the bath tub, hugged the herbs, and waited for the water to boil.

Jane became the one with the most regular schedule, went to deliver dinner, and went to work and sleep honestly, without seeing any change at all.

"Hey, Jane."

"Good morning, Mr. Marlowe."

"Jane, look, what a nice weather."

"yes, if I still have clothes, I can go over at noon to help."

The militia went to extinguish the night lights one by one, and by the way, checked the oil reserves.

In the past, women liked to greet this girl, and her smile would make life better.

More than half of the morning dew evaporated, and the sound of logging gradually intensified.

Jane tiptoed the road with a fine bread and bean juice in her hand, descending the slightly slippery ramp to the blacksmith's shop.

Ding, ding, ding.

The sound of forging was incessant, and two rows of black pickaxes were placed under the doorway window.

"Mr. Adam, was this what you were doing last night?"

Jane didn't know if it would bother her to knock on the door and go in now, so she simply bent down to observe.

She thought to herself: if they didn't come out before the tavern was working hours, they would leave at the door.

Beep-huh-

The whistle came from outside the stronghold, and it was somewhat unclear.

Jane saw that some militiamen were galloping wildly, shouting something, and the people scattered in a panic from point to point, and they all quickly sought shelter from houses.

Others waved their arms to warn the waterhaulers and loggers.

Jane stood a little stunned.

"What ...... happens"

Before he could finish speaking, a huge black shadow swept overhead, and a strong wind swept through the trees.

She was like a dandelion in the field, her scarf was loose, her long hair was floating, and her whole body seemed to be blown away in the air.

However, someone put his arm around her waist.

Jane opened her eyes, and the dandelion flower stems were grasped by a man as reliable as the earth, and her long hair was scattered in the wind like seeds.

"Hey, sir, I brought you breakfast."

She smiled apologetically, after all, there was only beach bean juice left on the plate.

Call.

The shadow covered again, seemed to have found its target, and began to circle, emitting a long eagle chirping.

【Royal Griffin (Female)】

[Wild, unruly]

[Recognition: 45%]

Note unlocks new stuff, which is good news.

"Mr. Adam, what's that?"

"A proud bird."

He gestured to the militia from afar: it was forbidden to launch all attacks.

Hulala~

Another strong wind struck, and the placket of the clothes flew, and the branches and gravel struck the back scatteredly.

[Self-proclaimed noble creatures have always been ashamed to accept help from others.] 】

Adam held Jane behind him and looked up at the sky.

When the male griffin heard the sound, he looked at the other party's flying posture and posture, which obviously had a strong element.

Two dark shadows alternately hovered, crying and scaring away all the birds around them, like a troubadour trying to attract all the eyes around him before he began to sing.

When the time is ripe, the other party has no intention of descending.

Adam squinted and seemed to find something, when a shadow suddenly enlarged and smashed head-on.

"Yikes!"

Jane let out a soft snort, feeling her whole body being dragged backwards.

Bang! Bang!

The two corpses slammed into the ground with a thud, stirring up dust and smearing the bean juice with flying ash.

【Marmot carcass (fresh)】

【Goat carcass (fresh)】

The howls were shrill and piercing, and they flapped their wings triumphantly, leaving behind a few feathers, like a mark, or a gift.

They are like kings who have given alms to beggars and leave without looking back.

[The griffon left the food behind, expressing an affirmation of your actions.] 】

Adam looked at the two wooden table-sized game meats, and just lay where he had just stood—this delivery method was suspected of murder.

"What are they doing here?"

"Pay off your debts."

"The griffin is grateful to you?"

"No, they despise me."

……

Sean and Lukka were arranging the saddle at the tavern door, and old Jamie had prepared a few gifts for Jane.

This includes, but is not limited to: hops, cloth, handwritten recipes.

"How's that girl doing?"

"Oh my God," Sean said, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples. "Tell me, this is the last time you'll repeat this question."

Luca was honest, and he replied sincerely.

"We'll have to go back to find out, but Mr. Adam must have taken good care of Jane!"

Old Jamie scratched his arm, his expression was not kind, but he was really worried about Jane in his heart, and he really treated her as his own daughter.

After much hesitation, he seized the last chance to speak.

"Hey, bunnies."

"Oh my God, you say, you say......"

Sean had given up struggling and resisted the urge to leave.

Old Jamie's eyes wandered, and there was a bit of tentative in his tone.

"That young man named Adam is your leader, isn't he? He's very capable, I know. You don't have to hide it anymore, I've seen a lot of bastards. ”

The little man is shrewd and seems to have caught something.

I only heard the middle-aged boss say this.

"I know how to make wine, and my skills are very good, I'm old, and I want to watch Jane's simple child grow up."

After speaking, the other party turned around and entered the store, without any intention of continuing to entangle.

The two left Matthew Village.

On the way back to the stronghold, Sean always had a smile on his face.

He accompanied the lord on adventures in Taigangda, observed words and feelings, and mediated between the powerful, which can be regarded as a growth, and he is more able to grasp the kind of emotions that are not revealed.

However, the more I understand the unbearability of pickling in business, the more I am moved by this purity.

"Whistle! Sean, did you hear that? ”

"Yes, go back."

Sirens rang out along the way, and they hurried to speed up.

However, when they hurried to the stronghold, they found that everything was normal around them.

Lukka was quite prestigious among the militia, and several guards stepped forward to greet him.

"What happened?"

"You said alarm, there are two griffons who sent two game to the lord, and I tell you about that scene......"

Everyone didn't know that these merchant carriages were all from Sean at present, so they still maintained the same attitude towards this little man, which was not enthusiastic.

Lukka tried to stop them, but he was already surrounded and could only listen quietly to their stories of magic.

Sean was quiet and free to move, he walked on a new road, and there was an indescribable sense of pride in his heart as he watched the merchant station being used.

If it had been before, he might have flaunted his achievements, or even stood on a high place, pointing at the inhabitants and shouting:

"Look at the coins in your pocket, I brought them to you!"

Right now? Not really!

The lord was once trapped in a dungeon, watched in the arena, coaxed, and bet wantonly......

But even the expression hasn't changed.

Sean has a new understanding of pride, and he is more determined in his choice.

When he looked up, he saw two meat cutters propped up, men processing furs and dividing flesh and bones, and village women carrying hot tubs from the side.

"Yo, I'm back, and I'm not bothering Lord Adam!"

They still make fun of the little men.

Sean was also very cooperative, deliberately posing for that stinky fart, and pushing his glasses again, looking for the lord to report.

"Tut, wash and dress up, isn't it quite good?"