The sun shone brightly on the neat but uneven lawn in front of the old oak trees, and the birds chirped crisply in the shade of the surrounding trees.

Charles was sitting on a bench in front of the old oak tree, his eyes focused on a few parts in his hands, and the shadow of the treehouse reflected overhead, completely enveloping him.

Not far ahead, there is a gathering place of houses that resembles a village, and at this moment, green smoke slowly rises, and a faint smell of herbs always permeates the surroundings.

It seemed to be a harmonious and beautiful scene, but after a while, five little children of different heights suddenly ran and began to circle around him, and at the same time broke the silence and began to sing noisily.

Brindo stood in front of the tree with a harp in hand.

"The leaves fell off."

"The leaves from the trees should be green and beautiful"

"But it can only be accompanied by the broken horns of the beast......"

The crisp sound would drift to the left, then to the right.

And with this faint, sad singing, there was a little boy of seven or eight years old who kept raising his hand in front of Charles and waving pieces of green leaves.

The surrounding sounds are loud and harsh, but not unpleasant. There is the sound of a flute, the sound of a harp, and the sound of drums blowing leaves at the end of each section.

It was the other three elven bear children gathered around.

Charles, who was sitting on the small bench, was indifferent to this, and his face was calm, still using the dagger given by the bear child and his grandfather to keep sharpening the long wooden strips in his hands.

Therefore, the sound did not stop.

"Brindo stands at the top of a hill with a harp."

"The birds are screaming in the branches."

"And the flowers hang down the branches."

"Pray that Brindo will stop making noise, they are already whimpering with sorrow......"

The voice was already close at hand, and the exhaled breath was hot on his left cheek, so much so that Charles glanced at her, feeling that the delicate little face in front of him was so annoying.

It's just that his eyes caused the little radish to narrow his big eyes, and then his voice was low and complaining.

"Ah, poor Charles, the good morning is getting more and more irritable."

"I seem to be too annoyed to see anything......"

At this point, the voice suddenly turned, and it seemed hopeful and expectant.

"But if he could move that magic finger."

"Brindo will be quiet, will be quiet......"

The voice ended, but Charles, who lowered his head, suddenly saw a small face stretched upside down.

The big beautiful eyes on the little face blinked, and he grabbed a small bird made of grass blades with both hands and shook it between the two of them.

Charles's hands couldn't help but stop, and the two began to look at each other silently, without even blinking their eyes.

The atmosphere became eerie.

……

For this bear child, Charles, who has been "devastated", is not in a hurry, and ignores the threats in her singing. Just looked down at this little face, it was him sitting anyway.

has experienced a long time, so he doesn't seem to be in a hurry.

However, the guy in front of him, although he is 20 years old, but still belongs to the ranks of children, obviously does not have this kind of determination.

At first, she continued to widen her eyes and try to look at each other, but gradually, whether it was a bent posture or a long-term immobile eyelid, she couldn't stand it.

So much so that the long eyelashes that were close at hand began to flutter constantly, and because of the posture problem, the little face slowly turned red, and finally couldn't help blinking.

The three bear children who were squatting on the ground and staring at her injably took a breath in unison.

The hapless brother of Little Carrot Head, Brindo in the lyrics slumped down the leaf-covered ground with the delicate wooden harp in his hand.

"Sister, you lost!" He lamented.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't!" The little face in front of him turned to retort, then turned back to look at Charles.

She was still playing the game of whoever blinked first and lost, but when she turned her head, Charles had actually taken advantage of the break to rest for a while, and because of this, the end was basically doomed.

So gradually, the gaze of the little radish head, which was originally gritted and insisted, began to soften, and finally turned into a shiny pleading appearance, which made Charr feel quite amused to watch.

So he demanded.

"Don't bother me for a month."

"A month is too long, and we're going to miss you so much." The other party replied pitifully.

"Yes, yes." The three bear children around were also busy nodding.

"Twenty-five days, then." Shire lowers requirements.

"Twenty-five days is a long time."

"That's right, that's right."

"We'll miss the Charles and not be able to eat!"

Unfortunately, Charles was indifferent to this.

"That's still thirty days." He replied.

So these little guys, who have been too long just now, are busy yelling for 25 days, it's fine, and they don't need to be short, even if they want to, they have to grit their teeth and persevere...... Balabala.

In the end, the two parties reached a consensus.

Therefore, the little turnip, which was still hunched over, shook the blade of grass bird in his hand again at Charles.

Charles put down a few pieces of wood in his hand, raised his hand and first gave the little guy in front of him a brain collapse, and then under the other party's "endure humiliation" stare, he touched the braided bird that was missing a leg in her hand.

There was no anomaly, but the braid, which was originally just a dead thing, suddenly trembled in the other party's hand.

Then the bird's head, which was originally made of blades of grass, turned its head sideways and pecked hard at the little radish head that was clutching itself!

"Wow!" There was an exclamation in my ears.

"Alive, alive!"

"It's still calling, listen, it's fun!"

"Why didn't I hear it, its mouth is deflated, alas, sister, let go of it......"

After a long day's effort, everyone couldn't help but cheer when they finally saw this magical bird again.

Then he stopped surrounding Charles, and began to shout and run towards the nearby "village" not far away, saying something as he went to let the poor creatures see how powerful they were.

But it didn't take long for the little turnip head who sang to run back crying.

"They told me to let go, we didn't catch it, and the birds flew away!" Her voice was aggrieved, and she stood in front of Charles like a schoolboy, raising her hand to wipe her tears while complaining. It looks like the pear blossoms are so pitiful with the rain.

However, although the elves are generally sensual, it is impossible to cry like this because of this, so as soon as this guy appeared, Charles guessed the little Jiujiu in her heart.

However, Charles did not break this point, but echoed a few words regretfully.

Then under the expression of the other party's desire to speak, the hand he put behind his back suddenly grabbed a handful of magical bouquets with seven petals and seven colors and handed it to the other party.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I wish our little princess will never be sad again, this bouquet of flowers is for you."

"Thank you!" The little radish head called Ning Luowei "burst into tears", then stood on tiptoe and kissed Charles on the cheek, and ran away.

The sun is faintly scented, and the fragrance of jasmine is faintly wafting in a flower bush not far away.

It was an unknown flower that Charles had specially transplanted, and it tasted similar to jasmine, but looked completely different from each other.

Feeling that the weather was exceptionally good today, after the surroundings were quiet again, Charles looked down at the long strip of wood in his hand, which was already slender enough, and continued to polish it with his tools.

The talent hidden in his body is amazing, and it will slowly change as his body continues to grow.

The wonderful ability that came before suddenly appeared on his "30th" birthday, which also belongs to the spiritual aspect.

At this time, he can faintly perceive the various emotions and expectations hidden in the bodies of the creatures around him.

Then, when the emotion grows to a certain point, he is able to turn it into reality.

This ability was somewhat similar to several of his previous manifestations of psychic abilities, but unlike those abilities, although it could be used without obstacles, it was not powerful at all.

And it is limited to small wishes, and many unrelated do not respond at all.

It can probably only be called a trick.

However, he thinks that sometimes, a humble trick can actually make a big difference.

……

After polishing, the hollow round long wooden handle of the wooden core fits a small oval bump, twist it a little harder, and touch the simple mortise and tenon inside to make the two bite.

Feeling secure, Charles sparked his imagination and stared at the half-finished piece.

Invisible forces grow slowly and take effect quickly.

Gradually, the rough woodwork in his hand, which was originally yellow and white, was plated with a layer of brown-black color, slowly covering the original surface of the woodwork.

Eventually, when the overall color is completely consistent, the wood in my hand has become smooth and beautiful-

It's a pipe, a brownish-black, very solid-looking pipe!

"Let's hope nothing goes wrong."

Rubbing his brows a little tiredly, Charles muttered, and then he couldn't help but be stunned when he noticed that the pipe was shining a rosy sheen in the shade of the tree.

Then he turned his head and crawled back into the house he had built on the old oak tree, rummaging through the cabinets and looking for something.

It's just that before he can really find it, there is a sudden knock on the door, accompanied by a calm greeting.

"Is Charles here? I have something to discuss with you."

It was the voice of his old neighbor, Caleb Dier.