Andy whispered, "I'm so sorry, I was very rude to me, I have to apologize to you before I eat, and I don't think we can finish this food, can you let me take some to my parents, they need it more than I do." Pen~Fun~Mr. Ge www.biquge.info, if you don't agree with me taking the food back, then can I take my share back to my parents?" The old man looked at Andy with a very serious expression, completely devoid of the happy look he had when he heard the proprietress name just now. Andy was very disappointed when he saw the old man's expression, and turned around to leave, but the old man grabbed Andy.

Andy looked back at the old man, who said to Andy, "My kid, you can enjoy the food here to your heart's content, or you can bring them to whoever you want." Andy choked up when he found that the old man's eyes were full of tears, and for the first time in his life he saw someone crying for what had happened to him.

The old man smiled and nodded, "Eat, you're already hungry, although this supper came a little late, but seeing the stupid Rebecca standing there, I still feel that the time is just right." Then the old man burst out laughing again.

Andy and Eric had never eaten such delicious food, and the meal scene was extremely busy, and the old man noticed that although these Bunier children were not large, they had an amazing amount of food.

A slightly chubby Bunier kid actually held a leg of mutton about his height in his arms and bit it hard, and the look of his life seemed to be somewhat similar to when he beat the coolie just now. The old man looked at the little fat man and asked happily, "What's your name?"

The little fat man was eating the leg of mutton hard, and when he found the old man greeting him, he immediately swallowed the unchewed mutton in his mouth, and said very politely: "Sir, my name is Rory, do you have any instructions?" The old man said, "I have no instructions, but your eating is very interesting, so I want to know what your name is." ”

Rory tore off a large piece of lamb from the leg of mutton, took the lamb in his mouth and asked, "Sir, we don't know your name yet." The old man said, "Oh, this is my mistake, I should have introduced myself first instead of asking your name." ”

Rory immediately said, "No, sir, I didn't mean that at all. The old man straightened his shirt and stood up, and said solemnly, "My name is Ferdinand." ”

Andy put down the food in his hand and began to look the old man who called himself Ferdinand up and down, his long gray hair casually draped over his shoulders, the messy beard on his cheeks seemed to have not been tidied up for a long time, and his blue eyes were full of infinite kindness.

After Ferdinand introduced himself, Andy, Eric, and the two Bunier children lying on the table all politely greeted him and introduced themselves.

At this moment Ferdinand took his pipe from his jacket pocket, skillfully stuffed it with tobacco, lit it with a candle, and took a few sips, and the whole tavern was immediately filled with a pleasant fragrance.

Ferdinand smiled and pointed behind him with his pipe, and said mysteriously, "I'll show you some interesting pictures, and think of it as a bedtime story." ”

Andy and the others immediately noticed that under the cloud of smoke there were several Calby elf boys playing in a beautiful garden on the dusty walls. The garden was built under a tall building, which, in Andy's opinion, was exactly the castle where the emperor lived.

The well-fed Bunier child simply turned around and looked curiously at what was happening in front of him. Perhaps due to time, the buildings in the walls are an ancient pale color, and some of the walls have cracked. Vines and plants crawl all over the wall on one side of the building, and the building looks more like a piece of jade standing on the edge of a cliff when viewed from a distance.

The garden is surrounded by fountains flowing crystal clear water, and the spring water lingers in the pool for a moment before being carried to the whole garden by a small stone channel, whether it is a lawn or a shrub, it is evenly moistened by the spring water. The shrubs are trimmed into neat shapes, like a low wall, dividing the garden into five sections.

There were no flowers on the lawn, no other plants seemed to be found except grass, all the flowers that were in full bloom were completely isolated from the shrubs and the lawn, and the delicate colors were all imprisoned by ten flower beds, and even the elven boy Colby, who was playing in the garden, did not dare to touch it easily.

Andy and the others were already fascinated by the images on the walls, and Ferdinand was very satisfied to see the fascinated expressions of these poor children, for the long journey had almost no end for him, and the brief encounters could only become fragments of memory.

He let out a long sigh of relief and moved back the stool under him, leaning wearily against the brick wall by the fireplace, a shallow smile on his lips.

Andy stared at a young elf in the corner of the garden, Calby, who seemed to be struggling to open a small iron door. Through the rusty iron door, Andy could clearly hear a voice calling to him, a feeling he had never felt like he had ever felt like he had been sucked out of his soul. It was less of an earnest call than a plea, and the voice was filled with endless sorrow that unsettled him.