One early morning five years later, a gray-haired pea opened his eyes in the warm quilt, with a daze, stretched out his fleshy little hand and rubbed his eyes, then sat up and looked out the window, his wide eyes immediately bent. Grasp the rope at the head of the bed and pull hard, the "jingle bell" sounded in the distance, and the hurried footsteps came from far and near. A little maid of thirteen or fourteen years old pushed the door in.

"Good morning young master, are you going to get up?"

Peeding was a little anxious, "Well, Amy, dress me quickly, I'm going out to hunt for treasure." ”

The maid immediately pulled another rope that connected to the kitchen on the ground floor of the castle, and Peanding was already taking off his pajamas by himself, but his head was big and his arms were short, and he was halfway stuck, and a large dense red magic pattern loomed on his chest. Peanding swayed from side to side and tried to take off his pajamas by himself, but the maid held Peanding, and her white and tender skin trembled.

"I'm afraid of itching, don't touch my flesh, Amy!"

"Young master, if you don't move, you can just leave it alone."

The pajamas were smoothly taken off by the maid, dressed, put on shoes, combed her hair a few times, and quickly dressed up Peewee. After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Peewee ran down the stairs on his short and powerful legs, followed by the little maid. There were a few people in the small restaurant chatting while eating, and Peanding immediately slowed down.

"Grandpa, mother, second uncle and second aunt, good morning to Mark's younger brother." Peanding put his small hand on his chest and bent down slightly, marking the aristocratic etiquette.

"Good morning, little Evans, you're up late today."

"Morning, brother sit, today's ham is so delicious." Mark greeted as he ate.

"Aunt Natasha did it, I'm going to eat more today!" Peas were carried to a special chair by the little maid, grabbed the napkin and stuffed it at the neckline, waved the knife and fork, and did not forget to comment on the soft and sweet bread while eating, the crispy and soft beef stew, and the mushroom soup full of umami.

Natasha, who was a little fat on the side, smiled happily, and although the second uncle on the side was sober, he was missing a few years of memories. But this is already the best result after the soul is torn, no dementia, no death, just alive.

Yelena looked at her son, who was once blonde and now gray-haired, with a look of affection.

"Little Evan, eat slowly."

"Then what's the matter, it's too late, and the babies are all picked up by others." Swallowing the last slice of bread, her little hand pulled out her napkin and gently wiped her mouth, and then the maid pulled out the chair and jumped down on her short legs. The little hand beckoned to Mark.

"Mark, hurry up, the old place outside the castle."

"Here, wait for me."

The two little short-legged longings to run, and the maids followed, holding kettles and cowhide pouches. Just around the castle, several low-lying areas have been filled with thick layers of volcanic ash and rubble. This is where they dig for treasure, their paradise.

Peewee wore small gloves and rummaged through them with a small iron rake for the fireplace, and Mark followed behind with a kettle and pocket. Peeon Dice dug up a small stone stained with ash, relying entirely on feeling.

"Mark came over and washed into the water, feeling like a baby, but not a good baby."

While Mark took the kettle and rushed at the stone, the stone's original appearance had a silver metallic sheen.

"Evan, this one is like a silver coin, it's a treasure."

"Well, old Tom said this is a silver mine, and he had already picked several pieces the other day."

Old Tom was the blacksmith in the town, and the knowledge of the treasure hunt came from Old Tom, who gave them a thumb-sized piece of everything they found here.

Mark Xizizi rinsed the stone and put it in a leather pouch, and the stone that Peewee didn't recognize but thought was a treasure was put into another pocket. When the water is gone, there is a maid to add, and the two little short legs are very happy to find. Playing when they are full and sleeping when they are tired of playing is the happiest thing for them.

On the castle's tallest spire, the Mage's Eye monitors everything within kilometers of the two little short legs.

In the small living room on the second floor, several family members were also chatting, and they looked at the two little ones in the distance from time to time.