Mr. Kersma's gaze followed Dorin's words to his eldest son, and there was a faint dazedness and worry in his eyes. To be honest, he felt that Durin's career in Turner City was very dangerous, otherwise he would not need to send two pistols back to defend his family at this time, which meant that the enemy might cross Dulin and take action against Mr. Kersma and his family.

Mr. Kersma knew how to read, but he didn't have a higher education, but his years of life experience and experience taught him that when you were going to give someone a punch, they might be thinking about whether to give you a punch.

He hopes that his children can grow up safely and healthily, and then form a family that may not be harmonious or happy, but absolutely plain and warm, and give birth to one or two or many children, although ordinary but happy to spend their lives, even if life is not rich.

Durin was destroying his wishes, but he also knew that calling a timeout at this time was tantamount to placing his head under the guillotine, waiting for the last second to come. Mr. Kersma was a good farmer and a decent hunter, and he knew that when a hunter is still a hunter, the prey is still the prey. But if the hunter loses his identity and loses the heart to hunt, the hunter will become the prey, and the prey will become the hunter.

It's a path that never pauses, never turns back, either as a good hunter and will get better, killing all the predators in the vicinity, or changing roles and escaping as much as possible with more hunters hunting.

Mr. Kersma is a rigid person, a stubborn person, a person with a "dictatorial" spirit, so he is in love with being a failed hunter in the mouth of his prey, and he does not want to be a stupid prey in the hands of a hunter.

"Have you hurt someone's family?", Mr. Kersma asked.

Durin wanted to lie, wanted to say no, but Mr. Kerma's rigid education still had a great impact on him, he hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "Yes father, I once hurt a guy's wife by skinning her and sticking her on a pole. He also sent a group of families who had cheated on me and caused me great trouble. ”

Mr. Kersma did not become as violent as Durin imagined, nor did he get angry because of it, and he gave Durin the feeling of being an old man with wisdom, demure and peaceful.

"I don't see the slightest remorse in your face, nor your fear, is the woman you skinned a Gualt?", Durin nodded, and Mr. Kersma actually smiled so faintly that it was almost indistinguishable, "If you are a Guert, then I will not reproach you, because everyone who betrays the blood of King Odryro must pay for his actions and must be judged." ”

"Did the people who cheated on you cause you a lot of damage, or got you in any trouble?, are they Gualts?", Durin nodded and shook his head, but Mr. Kersma quickly understood, and patted Mason on the shoulder, "Go clean up, and get me out of town tomorrow with this bastard!"

Durin was amazed that Mr. Kerma was able to interpret and understand the information he needed with his unique wisdom and method, and at the same time felt a deep sense of responsibility and love for him, for Mason, and for the whole family, which he had never felt before.

Mr. Kersma agreed to let Mason leave here and go to Turnel with Doolin not because Dorin's wealth was now enough for his eldest son to eat and drink spicy food, but because Doolin was in danger and he needed someone who could help him behind him so that he could charge forward with all his heart. This person cannot be a stranger, cannot be a friend, cannot be a brother with a very good relationship, can only be a relative, has a blood connection to each other, and can fully trust each other's relatives.

At the same time, it is also protecting Mason himself, and protecting every member of the Kersma family.

Mr. Kersma is a farmer, but he has his own knowledge and wisdom, and he knows that only if Durin continues to grow stronger, his family will be able to achieve true security. Instead of expecting others to put down the butcher's knife, send them all to hell before they raise the knife!

Pinching Mason's neck, Mr. Kersma suddenly felt a wave of fatigue, and he shook his hand and drove the two bastards out of his "palace". Looking at the small wooden box on the bed, he simply cleaned it up, and then put the small wooden box containing the pistol in his secret treasure house, which is the "treasure house" that everyone knows!

The atmosphere of the dinner was peculiar, and under the cold face of Mr. Kersma's expressionless face full of majesty, the fierce emotions of the waves were suppressed. The children already knew that Mason was going to the metropolis with Durin tomorrow, which made the children who had never left the town feel tempted like never before.

There is no one who does not yearn for freedom, and there is no one who does not yearn for freedom, especially when the people around them have already been one step ahead of them!

The children would also kick under the table through eye contact, and Mrs. Kersma glared at Mr. Kersma complainingly, who pretended not to see.

Finally, after a long wait, the family reunited, and all the atmosphere was ruined by Mr. Kersma's expressionless face.

That's enough!

Dinner was simple, with ingredients from the farm and a small ranch with only two cows, four sheep, a dozen geese, and twenty or thirty chickens...... , I almost forgot, there is also an old dog that is too old to run, and can only watch his offspring gallop on the grassland, and its "family"!

After eating a familiar dinner and telling interesting stories about the city, the atmosphere finally began to heat up, and in the envious and expectant eyes of the brothers and sisters, the sumptuous dinner ended.

Mrs. Kersma cleaned up the table and left the dining room with the children, and she had a vague sense that Durin and Mr. Kersma had something to say.

The solidified atmosphere was like the air had become tangible and qualitative, and it could not be moved, and it lasted for a while before Durin pursed his lips and took out the money from his pocket.

In addition to the 1,000 yuan given to Mr. Kersma before, there are 5,000 yuan here, all of which are 50 yuan tickets, a full 100 tickets.

"Is this money of any use?", Mr. Kersma did not pick it up, nor did he put it up directly, but asked such a question.

Durin nodded, "I need to ask you for a small favor for me!"