Mowglitte grabbed the crow flying over, and he frowned and asked, "Early in the morning, who is making a noise here and not letting people sleep?"

"Mogg, Mogg," the crow broke free from Mogg's grasp, "someone moves your bird, someone moves your bird." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The orc covered his mouth and forced a smile.

Morwritte's face twitched vigorously, it was only morning, and it was still a long time until noon. At this time, there should be no guests in the tavern, and no one will run to purgatory early in the morning to drink, unless he has a problem.

"Come, come, William. Mrs. Salit pulled the blond-haired boy over, "This is Mowglitte, hurry up and say hello." ”

William. Larsen looked at the gray dwarf who was destined to change his life, and his heart was disappointed and aggrieved. With messy hair, red eyes, wrinkled clothes, eye droppings from the corners of his eyes that have not been washed off, a mouth with a suffocating stench, very short and thick fingers, William couldn't help but shed tears when he thought of his life.

As a well-bred man, he tried his best not to lose his temper.

"Good morning, beautiful lady. Mowglitte greeted Mrs. Salit.

"Hello, Mogg. Salitev opened his palm and placed one of the items in his palm on the table in front of Mogg, "I'm sure you remember this thing, right?"

Morgaret had a bad feeling in his heart, and he took from the table the half of the gold moore that Mrs. Salit had placed on it, the half of which was left in the witch's soothsayer's hut, and the remaining half was in Morgritte's pocket.

"Of course I remember," Morgaret pulled out the other half of the Golden Moore from his bosom, and the two together formed a complete Golden Moor. "It's a token of a witch. ”

"Well," said Mrs. Salit, pulling the little blonde boy out behind her, "you will be William's godfather from this day forward." William is about to turn eight years old, and he needs a godfather. ”

"Are you sure you're not joking, ma'am?" Morgritte's remaining sleepiness vanished without a trace, and he shook his head and felt a splitting headache.

"Of course, do you think this is something to joke about, I think it's clear that we all mean it. Mrs. Salit said.

"But I'm a gray dwarf," Morgridet said.

"Please don't worry, these are not problems, the Godfather is a person who can teach William, race is not an issue. ”

Mowglitte struggled in her heart, the witch's agreement was the biggest problem in this matter, no one could break the agreement with the witch, not even the mage. Now that Morgaret had obtained the Witch Grass, he had to do what he had promised the witch, but he never thought that it would be Mrs. Salit who would hold the witch's half of the gold moor, and that Madame had proposed such a tricky matter.

There is a tradition in the human race of Sertiana that every man should find a man to be his godfather when he is six or eight years old, and his godfather is required to take on the responsibility of educating him, which is a sacred relationship that will continue until the end of the life of one of the two people.

Never has a gray dwarf been the godfather of humanity.

"I 。。。。。。。 Mowglitte looked at Mrs. Salit in front of her, with a big golden wave on her shoulder, her fair face as flawless as white jade, her blue eyes like Baikal in autumn, her tall figure, two slender legs hidden in a pleated skirt, this is Mrs. Salit, who is known as the golden rose of Celtiana, with a prominent family background and a large waist. Morgriten suddenly felt that her life would never be the same.

"The shining Harley streaks across the white towns, the twin stars of fate entwined, the white-bearded dwarves, raises the hammer of fate, and leads the lost lambs in search of hope。。。。。。。 Mrs. Salit opened her mouth and murmured softly.

"May I think about it?" said Morgritte.

"Remember, that's what you promised, and none of the grey dwarves of the Western Ghats are liars who don't keep their promises. There's a big feast tonight at the Lord's Palace, and I hope you'll come and join us. "Mrs. Salit left a shiny ring, which is something similar to a space item, it can only be said that Mrs. Salit is generous, just this ring is worth five hundred gold moores, not counting the contents of the ring.

"This is today's greeting gift. "William. With a bitter face, Larson followed Mrs. Salit out of the gates of purgatory.

Angela leaned over to Mowglitte, "Mogg, what's going on?"

"Big chests without brains, big chests without brains. The crows fluttered their wings and croaked.

"My breakfast," Morwritte angrily grabbed the crow, "you shut up for me." ”

"Mogg, someone moved your bird, someone Mogg moved your bird. The crow crowed loudly.

Mogg was so angry that he threw the crow far away, and the crow broke away from Mogg's clutches and croaked happily, only to see his wings fly to the beam of the tavern and meet Morgriet's eyes.

"Hahahaha," the orc couldn't help but laugh, and then met the murderous gaze of Morgride.

"Who is this man?" Mowglitte asked, pointing to the laughing orc.

"New," Angela stammered, "new... New... Come to the chef. ”

"Okay, hurry up and get me breakfast, and if you don't satisfy me, get out of here tomorrow." Morgridet said gloomily.

Kate, the orc, vanished into the back kitchen of Purgatory like a gust of wind, and the goblin followed her and twisted into the back kitchen.

"Good morning, Mogg. Goblin Miki took his glass and burped to sit down at Morgriette. "I'd like to tell you about goblin golems. ”

"Two hundred gold moores," said Morgriette angrily, "not one less." ”

"I'm not talking about the black iron golem with a broken arm, I'm talking about a goblin puppet that can fly, and today your bird told me about a goblin puppet that can fly, and I want to talk to you about it. Goblin Miki's face glowed with excitement.

"If you want to go find it, I don't have the heart to listen to you two stupid birds blind here. "Mowglitte took the ring left by Mrs. Salit in her hand, this ring erased the spiritual imprint of its master, and anyone could open the space inside.