After watching the play, her mouth was really thirsty, and in order to prevent her from going to the toilet halfway, Sophie did not bring water.

She had eaten too many biscuits before, and now she really wanted to drink water.

The theater ended the two-faced performance, and she was not interested in the rest of the performance, and she was about to leave with Uncle Manji.

"When are we leaving tomorrow morning?" asked Sophie.

Manji walked over with a glass of watermelon juice he had just bought and handed it to her, "I will leave at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will go to the next city to sell the goods I bought today." ”

He smiled, "You can take a shower in the hotel tonight and get a good night's sleep." ”

In the past two months, the girl has followed them from north to south, and has not had a good rest, so the occasional hotel stay has become a very happy thing.

Sophie, this little girl is very popular, and when she sells goods, she only needs to stop in front of the stall, and the income of the day will be very high.

Those customers always have an inexplicable crush on her, probably because the baby face is too cute.

But even so, no one in the caravan used her as a tool to make money.

Sophie usually slept in a carriage when she traveled, and the uncles of the caravan would camp outside, so that the little girl would not be disturbed.

After drinking the watermelon juice, she threw the garbage into the garbage can on the side, and the buildings around the street were retro-style Western-style houses, with sloping roofs, high chimneys, and painted glass windows that glowed beautifully at night by kerosene lamps hanging from the eaves.

It wasn't too late, there were still people on the streets, horse-drawn carriages and crowds coming and going, small stalls and vendors, and several bakeries were not closed.

Uncle Manji hadn't eaten dinner yet, and the rest of the caravan was waiting for him in a restaurant, and Sophie had eaten a small biscuit, and was not hungry at all.

"I want to go shopping. She looked at the window of a merchandise store and said, "I'll be back later!"

Manji said: "Okay, pay attention to your safety, remember to go back to the hotel early." ”

Sophie agreed.

Without S12, she had to see everything by herself, and she didn't know a lot of English, so she could only pretend to be blind and ask passers-by or shopkeepers around her.

In the past two months, my knowledge has increased, but my English has not improved at all.

*

As for the performances that followed, Chrissy found that Rannoth didn't seem to be interested in the slightest.

The young man looked at the theater with indifferent eyes, and then moved to the audience, in the middle of the audience, the girl with the bow was long gone, and the adult beside her also left, and it seemed that the two were not like the others, but they were for friendship.

The black tea at hand was replaced with a hot one, and the dim sum was not asked for again, because Lannoth did not like to eat.

Chrissy asked, "If we're bored, we can go out on the streets." ”

Lannoth turned his head and smiled at her, "It's okay, do you like to watch the show?" ”

The girl shook her head helplessly and whispered: "Actually, I don't like it, except for the first play, which is more interesting, the rest is not good-looking, but my father likes it, so every time he has a birthday, he will invite someone from the drama troupe to come, ostensibly to celebrate my birthday, but in fact he wants to watch it himself." ”

She stood up, took the quill and paper on the side, left a letter for old Kendi, and then smiled at Lannoth, "Let's go, take you to see the most interesting places in our city!

*

The city is called Paddingburg, and in addition to the Grand Theatre in the center of the city, there is another place that is very famous, which is an alchemy workshop in the north of the city.

The Alchemy Workshop is run by the Dwarves, who, like the Goblins, are a group that can integrate into human society.

The country of the dwarves is located in the west of the continent, where there are many mines, minerals, and advanced metal smelting technology. A small number of dwarves like to come to human society, and their technology can be exchanged for human polished gemstones.

The Dwarves are small in stature and rough in appearance, but they are very loyal, skilled in mining ore and forging various mechanical tools, and they are extremely fond of jewelry, and collecting those beautiful jewels is a hobby of all dwarves.

The mechanical tools in the window don't look like the products of the Middle Ages, and the dwarves will help the magicians make wands in addition to the mechanical tools, but the fees are very expensive, and only magicians with aristocratic backgrounds can afford these crafting fees.

Sophie pressed her head to the glass window, blinking her eyes, like a country man, staring curiously at all kinds of magical knick-knacks in the window.

Suddenly, a hand patted her on the shoulder, and Sophie turned her head just in time to see a rough face!

The owner of the face was short, muscular, dark-skinned, and a pair of green eyes looked a little oozing, Sophie was so frightened that her breathing was a little disordered, but after not noticing the dwarf's malice, she relaxed and asked in a low voice, "You, hello, what's the matter?"

The dwarf squinted his eyes and looked at her carefully, then said, "Shouldn't I be asking you what help you need?" ”

Sophie didn't need help, she just wanted to look around.

She scratched her head embarrassedly and said, "No, I—I'll take a look." ”

"Is that so?" said the dwarf in his apron, "well, dear guests, we welcome a visit." ”

After he finished speaking, he made a way for Sophie, "Standing outside, you can't feel the beauty of these magical machines.

This means that she is welcome to come in and see.

Sophie's eyes lit up as she lifted her steps and ran in as fast as she could!

The alchemy workshop resembles a patchwork of coarse parts from an old mechanical city, with a scrap metal shell, rusty mechanical arms, and a small chimney with white smoke coming from it, presumably steaming inside.

Although it doesn't look great on the outside, the interior is clean and tidy.

All kinds of bizarre mechanical tools are displayed on the display table as merchandise, and Sophie is dazzled to see.

The apron dwarf followed her, not sparing a single expression on her face.

For these dwarves also have a small hobby, which is to admire the look of surprise on the faces of their guests at their virtuosity.

So they welcome outsiders to visit.

"What is this?" asked Sophie, pointing to a strangely shaped figure, and although there was an explanation written on the glass case, S12 was not there, and Sophie couldn't read it.

The apron dwarf explained, "These are mechanical golems, many mages like this kind of thing, with just a little bit of magical energy, they can work for seventy-two hours, anything, very convenient." ”

"Anything can ......" Sophie rubbed her chin and suddenly asked, "Do you know how to cook?"

The apron dwarf nodded and shrugged, "Of course, dear guests, no matter what kind of food it is, they will do it, but the taste is not guaranteed." ”

The latter sentence instantly dispelled Sophie's impulse to buy iron by smashing the pot and selling iron.

There is no guarantee of taste, so forget it.

There were many guests who came to the alchemy workshop, and the dwarves were too busy, so this apron dwarf naturally wouldn't follow Sophie all the time.

He quickly made his way to another counter, and Sophie had to shop on her own.

The bow-tied ponytail swayed with the moving figure, her dark eyes looked east and west, and when she turned a counter, her eyes were suddenly attracted by a wand!

The wand was surrounded by a green glow, like an elf flying, and the top of the wand was inlaid with an emerald, and the long rod was made of branches, like a sapling growing upwards.

Sophie leaned on the glass case and looked at it in amazement.

Next to it is a line of words - "King of the elves." ”

She struggled to read: "King of the el...... el......”

The latter word really doesn't.

"King of the elves. A clear and gentle voice sounded in her ears, explaining the meaning of this sentence in English for her.

Sophie blinked, understood, "Oh, that's what it means...... and she thanked her, "Thank you." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and was about to smile, but when he met the blonde boy's delicate and beautiful blue eyes like opal—

She froze.