Alvin's answer made the Nords breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Master Alvin!" he stood up and thanked him, and found a red oak tree nearby, leaning against it.

Behind the Nords was a young lady dressed in a richly embroidered robe and with elegant manners.

The young lady approached Alvin, took out a pink silk handkerchief, carefully wiped the chair on which so many had sat before, and then sat down on the edge of the chair with some disgust.

She straightened her gown and smiled charmingly at Alvin, then placed a small and delicate jewelry box in the center of the table, and pointed a light white finger at the top of the box, pushing it in front of Alvin, and motioning for him to open it.

Alvin looked up at the young lady with a confident smile on her face, reached out and picked up the jewelry box, paused for two seconds, and slowly opened it. The contents of the jewelry box made the expression on his face slightly surprised, Alvin looked carefully at the contents of the box, then looked up at the young lady, then buckled the box and put it in his hand and muttered for a moment before receiving the spatial ring.

The young lady covered her mouth with a pink folding fan with silk trim and chuckled, and then whispered her wish to the demon spirit of the breed.

Her wish is simple, that is, she hopes to get a medicine that slows down aging and maintains youth. The young lady also told Alvin that she knew that due to the refining process, the magic and medicinal effects contained in these potions were not something that ordinary people could bear, so most of them were only available to mages.

And what she needs is the kind of medicine that ordinary people can take without any side effects. She knew that this potion was extremely difficult to refine, but it was not impossible to achieve. Then she also said that she actually had some of the things in the box, and as long as she got the potion, the rest could be given to Alvin without reservation.

The young lady knew a lot, and she repeated the details to ensure that the potion she received would be what she wanted, not the specious.

This is a wise and cautious woman.

The contents of the box put Alvin in a good mood. Although the young lady's wish came true, he smiled and nodded to fulfill her wish. Alvin told the young lady to come back in three days, when she would get what she wanted......

Behind the lady was a half-old farmer with a gray donkey.

The farmer wore a shabby linen shirt, his wrists and elbows were badly worn, and one shoulder had a patch that had been torn and hastily sewn, ugly like a scar on the Nord's throat.

The farmer smiled flatteringly at Alvin, and then handed him the reins of the donkey. After Alvin had taken the reins and tied the donkey to the leg of the table, the farmer sat down on the edge of his chair tremblingly and began his narration.

Although the farmer spoke the lingua franca, he had a strong foreign accent. Listening to that accent, it seemed that he was not from the griffon kingdom, but from further afield the city-state of 'Revin' - a strange city-state that had survived the dark chaos of an era with the help of a red dragon.

And 'Levin' is the name of the red dragon's human form. The dragon's real name, in the records of the people, seems to be 'Rionostaza'.

The farmer first stumbled and complimented Alvin, saying that the "good deeds" done by the great mage had been heard of by Gentiles like the farmer.

Then the farmer recounted the hard work he had had taken with him all the way through the mountains and rivers, and promised that although the donkey looked a little thin and had a bad coat, it was all the result of the journey, and that if it was fed well for a few days, the donkey would surely return to its fat and strong appearance.

Finally, the farmer, at Alvin's suggestion, began to recount his wishes.

When he recounted his wishes, his whole body suddenly became radiant, and the wrinkles on his face, which had been deeply affected by time and life, became much duller. Even the stumbling language was smoother, and even the thick accents became less obscure.

The farmer said he had lived for more than sixty years, but he had never experienced what it was like to fly. Flying in the air like a bird is a wish he has had since he was a child, never forgotten, never erased, and has always been buried deep in his heart.

He said that whenever he saw beggars, robins, turtledoves, and starlings flying through the fields in the sky, this desire would irrepressibly spring up from the bottom of his heart and make him trance. And the growth of age and the tribulations of life did not make this desire of his disappear, but became more and more intense and more and more difficult to suppress.

The farmer clutched the worn felt hat in both hands and pleaded in a humble voice. He said that it would be good for him to feel the flight for a while, not much, just for a moment. Otherwise, even if he is dead and in the cemetery, the corpse will unconsciously wave its arms in the coffin like a bird.

The panic, excitement, apprehension, excitement in the farmer's eyes amused Alvin, a most pure longing, and Alvin imagined that he would even pay with his life for it.

Alvin's reply was, "The coffin was quiet, but it was too narrow for the bird to spread its wings." However, the sky can. ”

When the farmer, dressed in shabby linen clothes, waved his arms clumsily in the air, cried out incessantly, wept bitterly, and laughed maniacally, everyone on the ground was stunned.

Only Alvin leaned back in his chair leisurely, crossed his legs, and admired the surprise of the people around him with a smug expression.

After the farmer's contented and unsatisfied departure, Alvin listened to the wishes of five more men, and he responded to two of them and rejected the rest.

When it was noon, Alvin got up and clapped his hands. The bamboo poles that had been paved around, the rainproof felt cloth that shaded the sun on their heads, and the tables and chairs in front of them had all disappeared. And those who are still waiting in line habitually complain.

Some of these people chose to leave directly, while others lingered in place. There were also many people who pleaded with each other to continue the great work of his 'bottle spirit'.

But Alvin turned a blind eye to it.

He shouted to the Nords, who were still standing under the tree waiting, "Come, come and help me lead this donkey." He handed the reins over, "Let's go back to the magic tower and talk slowly." By the way, I want to taste it today and dream of a wonderful taste. ”

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