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"Good morning, Annie!" At this time, Waynes, thinking that he had dealt Elan a good blow, greeted Anne with a triumphant smile, as if he were a very close friend, and it seemed that nothing unpleasant had ever happened.

Although Anne is kind, it doesn't mean that she is soft and bullied, she still has a little temper, and scolded this Waynes: "Waynes, why are you here again, you are not welcome here, hum." ”

"Last night, oh oh, Annie, I'm sorry, I was a little uncalm, ahem, you just forgive me this time." Waynes salivated at Anne, begging for forgiveness, trying to make a sincere appearance.

"Hmph, Waynes, I want you to respect yourself. We're just ordinary friends, the one you want me to be your girlfriend, that's impossible, don't be delusional. Anne's eyebrows were upturned, and her voice was stern.

Yilan finally understood the reason, he was also shot while lying down, and was regarded as a rival in love by someone for no reason, cough cough, actually, I ate my own unwarranted flying vinegar.

Alas, this can be regarded as an alternative third party to intervene, but it seems that Anne Chick has not given herself a chance to intervene at all.

How did this matter go, it's really a disaster! I haven't even pulled Annie's little hand, wronged, it's really more wronged than Dou E.

"Brother Ilan, Brother Waynes is pursuing Sister Annie, but I'm not optimistic, Sister Annie seems to be very unhappy, she said that Brother Waynes is very attentive."

Lydia whispered close to Elan's ear, whispering something to Illan about it.

Ilan didn't want to be a target here, looking at people's cold faces, so he took Lydia's little hand and walked towards the door, and Anne followed out the door.

As a result, the three of them walked together, with Lydia in the middle, and Anne and Elan holding Lydia's little hand one by one, like a close family.

There was a depressed Waynes behind him, he was so angry, but he was embarrassed to show it, he just stared at Elan with knife-like eyes, if his eyes could kill, Elan didn't know how many times he would die?

Ilan felt his back, cold, hehe, being remembered with bad intentions, no one could stand it, Ilan really wanted to bite this Waynes, why was he so brainless and villainous?

The small town of Oghamdo, a remote Hariran town, is very small, with only a few dozen households, and it can be said that it is the smallest town in the Harila continent. This is the land of projectiles, otherwise how could it be called Ogmudo?

In the Hariran language, Ogamdo means the land of projectiles.

The town is located in a valley surrounded by rolling hills, with a meandering river in the middle that the villagers call the Ogamdo River.

The mountain spring water bubbles down from the east mountain, just passes through the middle of the town, and flows into a lake like a mirror, this is the small mirror lake, most of the residents of the town live near the water, build a simple style of stilted building with bamboo and wood, cover the top with thatch or cedar bark, divide into two floors, the upper floor is used as a bedroom, and the downstairs is used for storage, which is both ventilated and moisture-proof, and comfortable and convenient.

There are some fishing nets, bows and arrows, clothes and other things hanging on the upstairs along the street, all kinds of iron farm tools are placed in the garden, all the way through, Yilan accompanied the two little girls, turning around the town, the town is not large, but all kinds of necessary facilities are available, as the so-called sparrows are small, all kinds of organs.

In the distance, on the banks of the Ogmdo River, beside the fields, there are several huge watermills, where several farmers are irrigating their fields, and the clear water of the river flows down the raised channels into the wheat fields along the river. The oats in the field are growing very well, and the green is not visible at a glance.

Downstream of the waterwheel, on a large flat bluestone, Aunt Anna and Sister Julia were washing clothes by the stream, and the wooden sticks were banging.

The four of them kept greeting the villagers, but their moods were different, Lydia was the most joyful, her small mouth kept talking, Anne was in a peaceful mood, and Elan was depressed, in the face of Waynes's chatter and ridicule, Elan was completely speechless, there are such self-righteous people in this world! Alas, it's like a dogskin plaster, it's maddening.

There was also a grocery store at the corner of the street, which was run by the fur merchant Colafayette, who sent a young man, Rijkar, to sell some daily necessities, as well as collect the hunter's game and the oats and other crops from the field.

Every half a month, Randall, who drives the carriage, will come over and deliver a large amount of daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, etc., and take away animal skins and crops harvested from the villagers by the way, which can be regarded as creating welfare for the villagers.

Today, Rijkar seems to be different, he has always been lazy, and it is rare for him to start cleaning up the shop, and the villagers are surprised, even Lydia can see it.

"Brother Rijkar, how did you become industrious?" Lydia is too fast to hide.

"Hehe, this, Lydia, wasn't my brother industrious before?" Rijay Carleton looked embarrassed, after all, no one was happy when his scars were revealed.

"Hmph, it's not, it must be Mr. Colafayette coming, you want to please the big boss, haha, I know this secret. Hmph, Brother Rijkar, big lazy worm, shame. ”

Lydia's little girl has a heart, but she doesn't know how to hide her inner world, she likes to be beautiful and hates ugliness.

"Ahem, this, hey, you're Elan, welcome to the Colafayette shop, do you need anything?"

Rijkar is a businessman after all, and he is very good at changing the subject and avoiding embarrassment. Began to turn to Elan to be hospitable and promote the small shop.

"Hello, Mr. Rijkar, it's a pleasure to meet you. No, I'm just shopping, thank you. Ilan looked at the goods in the small shop of Colafayette, which were all everyday items that did not mean anything to him, so he politely refused.

"Rijkar, don't be deceived by this Elan, he's a guy who only knows how to brag, and he boasts that he can deal with the demon bear Saola, but as a result, Saora almost ate it as a snack, haha, you say it's funny, haha." Waynes has now found a punching bag, and Ilan is arranged again, as if the two of them have a hatred for taking their wives.

After listening to Waynes's words, although Rijkar didn't say anything, his face was also full of disdain, and the smile on his face was put away at once, turned around and started to do his job, ignoring Ilan directly.

This made Yilan depressed, how could he meet such two living treasures? A vinegar jar is not good, and another snob, alas, it seems that this mission, my luck is not very good?

A few people left the shop, said goodbye to the snobbish Rijkar, and continued walking in the town, and Waynes seemed to be very proud like a rooster who had won a battle, and leaned in front of Anne to say this and that, and from time to time choreographed two sentences from Elan, so that Elan was almost rampant.

In the center of the town, there is a stone mill, and the kind grandmother Maria is driving a donkey and grinding oatmeal for cooking, while several women are chatting and waiting.

As Ela, Anne, and Lydia walked by, they greeted Grandma Maria and a few aunts.

Next to the stone mill was a dilapidated house, with a strange iron sign, rusty, with the words "Little Blacksmith's Shop" written on it, and a large blacksmith's stove, and a bellows by the hearth, and the bellows were pulled, and the wind entered the stove, and the red flames in the stove jumped happily, and the blacksmith and his apprentice Johansen were calcining an iron tool in full swing, which seemed to be an axe.

Hey, little blacksmith shop, this name is interesting, hehe, this hammer master must have a story!