Alan politely rejected Parker's kindness, but the hand holding the hilt of the sword was trembling slightly, and the unwillingness in his heart was forcibly endured by him.

- My father is right, I may not be able to have a real sword yet

Cershir on the side silently took his sword back after hearing the conversation between Alan and Parker.

"What? Does your sword need to be repaired? ”

Although Parker has a lot of opinions about Sehir's previous behavior, there is no reason not to earn the money sent to the door.

"No need, my sword too!"

Just as Cershir was about to tell Parker that his sword had broken, Parker got up and snatched the sword from her hand, and pulled it out with a 'poof'.

"What are you doing! I said I wouldn't fix it. ”

"Can be forged."

"What?"

Sehir wondered if there was something wrong with his ears and looked at Parker with a puzzled expression.

"Sister of the Self-Defense Forces, Parker means that your sword can also be forged twice, which means that it can be repaired."

The little girl carried a tray with two teacups on it, and walked out of the back room with a smile.

"Tea, please."

The girl handed the teacups to Alan and Sehir, respectively.

"Just call me Sehir, what kind of tea is this?"

Sehir wanted to continue to ask, but out of politeness, she still held back the conversation, took a sip of the tea handed by the girl, and suddenly felt her body warm. Alan also gently scraped the teacup with the lid of the teacup, and the hot water vapor came out, fragrant and sweet.

"This is tea made from silver leaf grass, right?"

Alan smiled.

"You actually know that this is a tea made from silver leaf grass picked in the forest, and it contains a lot of 'spiritual energy', which is very comfortable to drink."

"This is tea from that ash forest? You can even pick something that can be used to make tea! But it's really warmer after drinking, thank you. Well, I don't know your name yet? ”

Although Sehir is not used to the strong taste of this tea, the feeling of warmth all over the body is very comfortable.

"Ah, that's rude. My name is Mei. Tabugar, it's an assistant here, you can just call me May. ”

Mei put the tray upright, close it to her body, placed it between her hands, and introduced herself a little shyly.

"Mei, are you good at making food with these 'psionic' plants?"

Alan had seen some cooks before who could use all the plants and animals around him to make 'psionic meals' and sell them to some nobles who had high dietary requirements. And those so-called 'psionic meals' are actually just foods made with more nutritious ingredients, and the word 'psionic' is also the product of their exaggerated and beautified nature.

"Lord Allen, I'm not very good at cooking, but living here, I have to learn to choose some of the available ingredients with high 'spiritual energy' for cooking, Parker and I both eat very little, if the nutrition can't keep up, then it can't work."

As an assistant, Mei is completely different from the boss in temperament and personality, and in Allen's eyes, Mei is as gentle as a lamb.

"Ahem, Mei, I'm still discussing things with the guest, well, what do you say? Is it going to be repaired? ”

Seeing that Parker directly reopened the topic, May stuck out her tongue, nodded slightly, and exited the room.

"Of course! Please, please fix him for me! ”

Sehir raised his sword with both hands and said sincerely.

"As for the price, your sword is bad enough, but the price is not cheap."

"As long as it can be repaired, I am willing to pay as much as I want."

"Okay, then you can leave the sword and get it in two days."

"Ahhh

Suddenly there was a May cry at the door, and Sehir reacted quickly, turned and ran out, and Alan and Parker followed suit. At the door, May sat on the ground with tears in her eyes, and the homeless man looked at Sehir who ran out first, at a loss.

"What did you do?!"

Sehir asked.

"No, I didn't do anything, trust me."

The homeless man's hands were still chained to the trunk of the tree, and it looked like he couldn't do anything.

"Sehir Sehir, it's not his fault, it's me who was accidentally scared."

May spoke with a crying voice, but Parker on the side saw the hand of the homeless man who was missing three fingers,

"Cershir, can you please accompany Mei into the house and sit down for a while."

I didn't expect this rude and proud boss to take the initiative to ask for help, but even if he didn't say it, he would do it. Cershir picked May up and accompanied her into the house. Only Alan and Parker were left outside, Parker's eyes were still staring at the homeless man's hand, and Alan on his side seemed to have noticed something.

"Mei, are you afraid of the users of the 'Demon Pact'?"

"Hmm. May's parents were killed by these bastards. ”

Parker was a little fierce when he spoke, although he didn't know if he and May were just a boss and an assistant, but Alan could see that Parker still cared about May.

"By the way, why didn't you ask me, it's the same broken sword, why I was willing to help her repair it, but I refused you?"

Parker didn't seem to want to continue with that heavy topic and turned to ask.

"I guess I know some of the reasons, more or less."

"Oh? You know why? ”

Parker didn't seem to expect that Alan would return like this, holding his chin in one hand and looking at Alan with interest.

"Actually, what you said about whether the sword has life or not is just a metaphor, but it just so happens that I happen to be the kind of person who cares a lot about this. You can tell the sword-wielder's ability and swordsmanship by the marks on the sword, and you think that my sword does not match mine, so you refuse to help me repair it. And Sehir, you think she can still use that sword, that's why you promised her, isn't that? ”

Allen's answer made Parker admire, after opening the store for so long, few people can understand his intentions. The young boy in front of him actually understood himself, and Parker couldn't help but feel a little late acquaintance.

"You're right, exactly. Do you think I'm arbitrary? ”

"Perhaps, but I can't argue with you, for I did break the sword. It's also a blessing for me to be here with you today, at least I know the true relationship between myself and the sword. ”

Alan's fiery red hair was like a flame in the ash-filled forest, full of life and hope, and Parker, who was a few years older than Alan, felt that he was already old.

"Alan, make a pact with me." (To be continued.) )