The atmosphere was very dreary, and no one was silent for a while. (None.) , pop-ups

"Ahem, ahem. Hunter's boss Hunter let out a dry cough, and he turned his head with an embarrassed smile on his face, "That old man...... That's what you're looking for...... Lockonde of Selfendi Castle?"

Ivan glanced up at him. The expressions of the hunters were all strange, as if they were concerned about something.

"It seems that he is not very welcoming to you, you ...... What did you say wrong?" Hunt lowered his voice and looked unnaturally in the direction Lockevon had left, "He said that we should leave tomorrow, he should have a lot of words"

Underground tunnels are not an ideal place to rest, but it's better to have a place to bake a fire and eat bread than to sleep in the snowy mountains and forests. Hunter had planned to go to the guards of Fogwind Castle, drink and eat meat at the familiar Godram, and then send them back to Price City after the young master and young lady were done. As soon as they arrived in the Misty Valley, they were attacked, and now they probably won't see the captain of the guard of Nome, and even the sleigh is gone. Fortunately, I met the person the young master and the young lady were looking for on the road, but it was just this old guy...... It's a little too fierce!

"I don't know. Ivan muttered dryly, "Wait...... I'll talk to him again. ”

Now Ivan's forehead was no longer sweating, but the cold air stirring in his stomach refused to dissipate for a long time, and there was a tingling sensation in his right hand, which was burned by the fire. In fact, his burns were not as severe as expected, and flames burst out from his fingers, burning the sheepskin gloves, but leaving only red marks on his hands. Perhaps it was the sudden silence of the heart, and the pain of the burn began to become clear.

To be honest, he really didn't want to see Lockevonde's round, bloodshot angry eyes again! But who else but Lockevon knew how to fix Lightgill? He couldn't help but fold his arms as if in a panic, and Esia, who sat beside him, looked at him worriedly.

Lockevon walked briskly through a hallway, his boots clattering on the ground. He walked into a larger rotunda, where all the miscellaneous items had been piled up in other rooms, which was more like a dining room, where the Nomes had set up improvised wooden tables with barrels and empty chests, and a few of their companions had put their guns aside and sat down to drink fragrant ale.

"You, you, and you!" he raised his stout fingers and casually pointed at a few people, "Send those humans out of the mountain tomorrow, don't let the people of Kritz catch them, and tell them to roll as far as they can!"

A few of the young Noems who were called nodded hesitantly. Lockonde looked around, "Where's the little wolf?

"The little wolf is sleeping soundly. A chubby little Noam with a red nose and an earthy yellow hat pointed to another aisle on the side of the hall, "Little wolf, she's fine, she just got smashed on the back of the head, it's okay." ”

"I know she's fine, I don't need you to give me nonsense!" Lockvon glared at the little Noam, who immediately closed his mouth and hung his head obediently.

Lockeonde's gaze was like a raging flame, and everyone could see that his mood was extremely bad at the moment, not to mention that when Lockefonte was angry at the human race just now, the roar was so loud that they could hear it clearly even if they stayed in the restaurant, as if a bombshell had exploded underground.

Lockevon stood there for a moment, and instead of sitting down to drink and eat dinner with everyone, he went straight into the aisle directly opposite. After a few turns, he pushed open an old oak door that housed the dark storage room.

Many empty chests were piled up in this room, some containing miscellaneous items brought by his fellow Noem. The boxes were laid out horizontally, leaving only a small gap in the middle. Lockevon also brought some sundries, his hammer, tongs, wrench, carving knife, and a small statue of him that he left unfinished.

The statue sits on top of an upside-down chest. He only started construction on this statue after he left Selfendi Castle, and in just over a month, he had carved the hard white mountain rock into a smart maiden. The girl's long hair was tied into a high ponytail, she held a crossbow in her hand, and the traveling cloak behind her seemed to have been lifted by the wind, revealing a simple and neat hunting suit. Lockeonder picked up the statue of the maiden and stared motionlessly into her blank eyes, before he could process the details of the statue.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and he sat down on the ground in a daze.

"You don't have to talk to a madman, and the people outside the mountain hear your scream, and they think there's a monster in the mountain. ”

A lukewarm reproach suddenly sounded behind him. Lockevonde's reaction was sluggish for half a second, and he turned his head sneeringly, his wrinkled old face flushing as he leaned over.

"What are you doing to make a name for yourself, squatting here in a daze after you get angry? Lobe just complained to me about your nerves in the restaurant. A girl in a white cotton dress leaned lightly against the door. Her head was bandaged, her short gray hair was bent as she pleased, and a white wolf's tail was wrapped around her waist like a skirt.

The little wolf looked down at him condescendingly, his mouth saying reprimanding, his dark blue eyes flashing with pure curiosity.

"You know what, little ghost!" Lockevon yelled angrily, his hands instinctively shielding the statue. The little wolf glanced at the statue.

"Is that the woman you carved in Selfendiburg?

"I don't need you to point fingers at me. Lockevon muttered indignantly, "I'd like to carve one more word without skipping words-

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The little wolf shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands, and then, she raised her hand to remove the bandage.

"Hey, what are you doing, don't move!" Lockevon was suddenly anxious.

"What's the matter, I can't die anyway. "The little wolf pulled off one end of the bandage disappreciatively, &#;There is a magician on the face, I heard you called them in? You know them, don't you?"

Lockevon stared at her deadly. If it were someone else, he might have been stared at by this old man for a long time, but the wolf was very calm, "They attacked my wolves, I thought they were bad people, don't they see?"

"They have nothing to do with your wolf!" Luo &#; squeezed out this sentence, "My business has nothing to do with you, go back to your sleep!"

"I've woken up. "Oh yes, I've heard that you've been yelling 'Wendy' or 'John Yafel' or something. Isn't Wendy the woman you carved out? she's dead? John Yafil is playing wolf!" Lockephonde shook his hands with rage. Others always say that he has the most blind temper, but in his opinion, no matter how blind his temper is, he is not afraid of anything for the little wolf. Facing the wolf as if it was about to explode, he straightened up, lowered his head, and his gaze naturally fell on the statue in his hand.

"Show me, I haven't seen this yet. ”

Without waiting for the wolf to bend down, he grabbed the statue of the girl with a sharp movement that caught people off guard. She lifted her finger and tapped the girl's nose.

"Hey, she seems to be a bit like that human. The little wolf was slightly stunned, and then put on a pretentious face—the magician. Look, isn't it a bit like?"