Out of the maple grove, 'Hetty', the girl in the checkered skirt, reached out and pushed through the wooden fence that blocked the middle of the path, leading Barrett into the farm.

In order not to frighten the various livestock on the farm, Barrett had his Nightmare Warhorse return to the Shadow Plane. The Carrot can also hunt in the Shadow Plane, hunting the special forms of the natives there.

The shadow plane is a distorted reflection of the main material world, and Barrett once heard Master Edmund, who transformed the 'carrot', say that many animals, plants, and even monsters that can be seen in the main material plane exist in the shadow plane, but they are shadow versions.

The last time the Barbarian called out the Carrot, he happened to see a small shadow creature in the mouth of the Nightmare Warhorse. The creature looked like a rat with two heads, its body distorted and pale in the sunlight.

In the sky, the raven slid in a large arc, landed lightly on the brute's shoulder, and brushed its metal feathers sideways. In fact, the action is pointless, because the metal feathers don't make a mess of flying.

"Corn. The raven pecked the brute's head with his iron beak, "Corn, corn!" and cried out in a loud voice.

"Be quiet!" Barrett said, pinching the bird's beak, "or I'll stew you guy." "Forget it, it's not going to work well for it. The brute took out a handful of corn and let the raven jump in the palm of his hand to peck at it. This will keep it honest for a while.

"Are adventurers as eccentric as you?" asked Herty, curious.

"Why?" Barrett asked rhetorically, a little stunned. He could feel two young men in the wheat field not far away, straightening up, wiping the sweat from their foreheads, and looking at him with hostility, for reasons that were self-evident.

"You have a good horse full of fire, and a bird made of iron. Not only will your mount catch fire and disappear in an instant, but your Iron Bird will not only fly, but will also be able to speak like a parrot. She said.

"It's an ordinary constructor, you can also call it a 'mage creation', haven't you seen it before?"

Hetty shook her head, "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it." My father wouldn't let us touch anything related to mages, saying they were dangerous and ...... Evil. ”

In a sense, this is not wrong. "It's not evil, but most things are dangerous. "Compared to the mage himself, it's much worse.

"Can it sing?" said Hetty, looking at the raven in the palm of the brute's hand, "like a lark or a nightingale, or like a human?"

"Probably not. Barrett wasn't sure, at least I hadn't heard of it, "It's a raven, even though it's made of iron and speaks in a lingua franca, but it's still a raven." "The barbarian despises the imagination of the mages a little bit in this respect, can't he make it a little more interesting?

The constructed raven that was pecking at the corn in Barrette's hand, for some reason, pecked a little hard, which made Barrett subconsciously frown. He grabbed the raven with his other hand, placed it on his shoulder, shook the remaining crumbs in his palm, and looked up at the farm.

At the end of the path is a three-storey wooden building. On the roof of the building stood a rusty piece of iron sheep, whose body swayed gently in the breeze, making a subtle "squeaking" sound. Around the house is a beautiful circle of seasonal flowers, including crimson wood hibiscus, pale yellow evening primrose, and blue-purple petals of rosemary.

Next to the building was a large warehouse with a sloping roof, and a ladder stood on the stone wall of the warehouse, and a young man stepped on the ladder to hand something to another young man on the roof of the warehouse. The young man, who seemed to be repairing the roof of the warehouse, shook his head dissatisfiedly when he saw something, and kept gesturing with his two hands in the air, as if to tell the guy on the ladder that he had taken it wrong.

Two corrals are on the other side of the three-story building, one of which has a few cows leisurely regurgitating fodder, while the other is empty, but should be home to the sheep on the hillside in the distance.

With Barrett's good eyesight, he saw a girl with the same brown hair, sitting on the grass next to the flock, holding a young lamb in her arms. Beside the girl stood a curved wooden staff, at the top of which hung a freshly woven wreath with a goose-yellow turban fluttering in the wind. Next to the girl, there were three shepherd dogs running back and forth around the flock, doing their job dutifully.

On the side of the three-story building there is a chicken coop and a beehive, where a girl wearing a blue scarf and carrying a small basket between her arms is bent over to carefully pick up eggs.

"That's my sister, Karen. Hetty pointed to the girl on the hillside in the distance, and then changed to the girl in the blue turban next to the chicken coop, "That's Emma, my little sister." ”

"Are you three sisters?" Barrett asked casually, following Hetty's side. In fact, he already knew such things.

"Well, yes. Hetty put her hands behind her back and said, "I'm a year older than Karen, and Emma is the youngest, and she's just coming of age this year." She beckoned to the blue-turbaned girl.

The conditions were insufficient, and Barrett did not calculate the age of seeing this girl.

Walk down the path to the three-story wooden house, where eighteen-year-old Emma is waiting with a basket. She looked at Barrett and the raven on his shoulder in confusion, "Sister, this guy is ......"

"What a 'guy', how rude!" Hetty stepped forward and pinched Emma's nose and scolded softly, "This is Mr. Barrett, an adventurer, who has come to help us deal with the thieves in the maple grove." ”

"Great!" said Emma happily, "those thieves are terrible, not only stealing pumpkins and turnips, but also maple syrup and hot apple pie!"

Wait, apple pie? Barrett frowned inwardly, do ferocious animals like to eat this?

"Where's Father?" asked Herty.

"Nail a horseshoe for the 'Maple Leaf' in the stable. Emma gestured to the back of the building, and then she asked Barritt, "Mother will make butternut chowder tonight, do you like pumpkin?"

"I like it, I'm not picky. The barbarian shrugged his shoulders and said politely.

"And what about the green peppers?" asked Emma again.

"Loved it too. "I'm not a three-year-old.

"It's a shame I didn't make green peppers tonight. Emma sighed.

“......”

"Don't be poor, go and help your mother in the kitchen!" said Herty, to her sister, "there are so many people tonight, and Mother has a lot to do! ”

"Okay. Emma nodded, then looked at Barrett again, "Do you want to eat green peppers, I can ask my mother to prepare you an extra one." ”

“...... Don't bother. ”

The stables are located at the back of the house, separated from the cow stalls by a log fence. When Barrett arrived, he saw a man biting a pipe, nailing a young foal. Although the foal was fixed to the rack on the parallel bars next to the stable, the hooves on his feet were still kicking and he seemed to be a little afraid of what was to come.

If nothing else, this man should be the owner of the farm - old Samir.

Despite his name 'Old' Samr, he was not as old as Barrett had imagined, with only a few white strands in his hair, and probably not even fifty years old.

The burgundy turbaned girl, Hetty, after introducing Barritt, turned back and walked towards the house, leaving the two men to discuss the task.

"This, can you help me hold on to its hooves? The man asked Barrett.

"No problem. Barrett replied. He stepped forward and tightened his hands on the foal's hind hooves, and old Samr made a slight gesture of the horse's shoe on the hind hooves, and then nailed it in a few clean strokes.

The horseshoe was running happily in the fence, while old Samr and Barrett chatted casually.

"I didn't think anyone would be here this year. The man took a puff of his pipe.

"That's what your daughter said. ”

"So I planted a few simple traps in the woods and asked Hetty to check them every day, which was better than nothing. The man sighed, "To tell you the truth, the reward for two gold coins is already the highest price I can offer, and if it is higher, it will be worth more than the things I lost." ”

"Understood. Barrett said indifferently, "Since I have taken on this task, it means that I have approved the amount of remuneration, whether it is more or less." ”

Sometimes, neither the task publisher nor the task executor can accurately estimate the true cost performance of the task, after all, many potential accidents are unpredictable. The barbarian once almost took his life for a task that paid 50 silver coins, but afterwards he didn't ask for a single copper coin.

"An adventurer like you shouldn't be able to look down on such a mission. Old Samr was a little puzzled, "Could it be that Avery asked you to come?" and you want to ...... on your next mission," he looked at the brute with a different attitude.

"By the way! It's all because of the way. Barrett hurriedly explained, "I actually took another mission to go to Jingyao Town, and I happened to rest at your place halfway, and by the way, I will help you deal with those thieves who steal things." ”

This is bound to be a less dangerous task, and the elite adventurer Barrett certainly has his own judgment. If those thieves were really dangerous, the people on this farm should have suffered casualties, not just some seasonal vegetables, and, apple pie?

"I heard from your daughter that the thieves in the woods actually steal other things?" Barrett asked curiously.

Old Samr nodded, "Actually, to tell you the truth, things are lost here all year round, but the number of things lost is relatively small at other times, and there are more losses in autumn." ”

He took a puff on his pipe and frowned as he recalled, "And the things that were thrown were also a mess, mostly food and vegetables, and others spoons, spatulas, wool, buttons, rags, tobacco, and so on." I initially thought it was some ferocious rabbit who did it, because I did see two ferocious rabbits about the size of a shepherd dog fleeing into the forest with turnips in their mouths. However, rabbits probably won't steal anything else. What's more, my daughter Emma said that when she saw a bottle of boiled maple syrup, she actually swayed and flew into the woods by herself!"

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