Chapter 38: Dwarf's waterwheel

Joan Vida is not the kind of young man Mr. Dwarf appreciates. Because Joan is not the kind of young man who can hang out with his peers, drink a large glass, and laugh. This thin and lonely boy never participates in militia training. It is said that he is also keen to study magic? These are the traits that the dwarves do not like. If Joan is the grandson of Guillaume Thiel, the old hunter he respects, Flint Anvil will never condescend to meet the little mage himself.
Flint Anvil coughed again, revealing a trace of impatience.
Joan seemed to be awakened by the dream, looking away from Mr. Dwarf's beard and turning to look at the thick arm with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Flint."
"Good afternoon, my boy, you don't come here just to ask me okay?" said the dwarf with a solemn expression.
Joanne had already prepared for this, and took a piece of paper folded into a square from his pocket and handed it over.
The dwarf opened it and looked at it, recognizing that it was a bounty notice that he posted on the bulletin board of the town square yesterday. Joan copied the full text of the notice, and the words were beautiful.
"Yes, this is a bounty notice I posted to find out the villains who repeatedly spoiled the waterwheel." The dwarf's face angered, "This is the third time, kid, can you believe it? Short Within a week, I had to repair the waterwheel three times, but after each repair, a mean villain would always destroy the waterwheel again that night-it was a naked crime! I swear to Moradin’s hammerhead , Never forgive this villain!"
The dwarf's rage was like a thunder, which made Joan feel terrified, and could not help having the idea of ​​turning around to escape. But he quickly suppressed the idea and forced himself to stay to face Mr. Flint's anger. Just as Flint had a prejudice against Joanne, Joanne didn't like the hot-tempered and stubborn dwarf. If he had no choice, he didn't want to run to bear the arrogant face of the other party.
Yesterday in the Everglades, Joan and Grey Bag Beast got into trouble because they accidentally killed the Lizardman Shaman. In order to avoid the follow-up pursuit of the Lizardman Tribe, Joan had to take Greyen out of the swamp overnight. After arriving home, Joan placed Gray in the back mountain forest to take refuge, and decided that he would never enter the Lizard Marsh before avoiding the wind. Staying away from the swamps meant that Joan could not catch leeches or collect medicinal materials any more recently, and had to give up a fortune that was not easy to develop. This is worse for Joan, who desperately needs to make money to raise tuition fees.
It is now mid-February, less than two months before the start of Leiden College. Joan's tuition has not yet been paid, and without the swamp money way, he has to rack his brains to find other ways to make money. Just this morning, when he passed the town square, he accidentally saw a notice that the dwarf Flint Anvil offered a reward to trace the murderer who destroyed the power system of his blacksmith shop. Killer Bounty 100 Gold Durga!
Joan was immediately attracted by the generous amount of reward, and without hesitation, came to the blacksmith shop to meet Flint Anvil, lest anyone else would rush ahead of him to complete the task.
"Mr. Flint, is there a more detailed clue about the destruction of the waterwheel?" Joanne asked.
"I have a clue to pay for the reward?" The old dwarf glanced at him angrily, and touched his beard, his tone softened: "Although the identity of the saboteur has not yet been found, I have reason to think This is not a pure prank, either someone secretly retaliated, or a competitor hired someone to play tricks."
"Revenge...Mr. Flint, do you have an enemy in town?" Joan asked curiously.
"The enemy can't be counted, but there are too many offenders, too many to remember at all." The dwarf shrugged and spread his hands, a trace of pride appeared on his face: "You have also seen that my business has been doing well in these years In the town council and the militia, there is a certain amount of voice, and it is inevitable that there will be conflicts with others in public and private. I have always upheld justice. If this leads to the resentment and even revenge of some vile villains, honestly, I don’t have any at all. accident."
Joan had a slight ear to Mr. Dwarf's criticism. In general, Flint Anvil is an honest and generous gentleman, and he is even called anxious, righteous, and hateful. However, he only emphasizes his integrity. He never seems to reflect on his pride and conservative stubbornness, like People of his character must not be guilty of anything but abnormal.
"Mr. Flint, did you mention your competitors earlier, specifically?"
"Oh, little one, you asked about the key." The dwarf shook his stubby fingers. "I'm afraid to change to someone else. I'm afraid to discuss this sensitive topic in front of an outsider, but I don't care-I didn't do it anyway. There is nothing to hide from the loss.
Joan nodded, expecting him to return to his proper story.
"You probably also know that our township holds general elections every two years, and all the members of the council vote for a new mayor. Our respectable Mr. Dingdall has been reelected for three terms. In general, Well done, he seems to think that he can still be re-elected with his own achievements, but I have a different view."
The old dwarf walked slowly in the room with his hands behind his back.
"If a person has been sitting in the position of mayor for six years, people will gradually form a habit, as if that position is designed for this person. This is not a good phenomenon. My child, change to be the town. Long, maybe he can do better than Mr. Dingdall, isn’t it?"
"There is such a possibility." Joan then added a sentence to his heart. "It may be worse."
"Mayor Delin is not a hereditary king. The surname Dintauer has never been stamped with a royal coat of arms. I think someone in Delin Town must come forward to challenge the authority of Mr. Dindol. I expressed this publicly in Parliament. , And won the approval of most members of the Parliament. Some people advocated that I should come out to run with Mr. Dingdall. I didn’t mean that, but I couldn’t help but be sad.
Flint shrugged and sighed helplessly:
Politics is like this Once the power struggle is involved, old friends will inevitably turn against each other. Mr. Dingdall is a good person, but he seems to be addicted to the power in his hands, even if he is smiling in the Chamber and holding my hand and saying welcome the election, But I can see that the friendship between us has already seen a crack that is hard to bridge... Alas, I really hope that nothing has happened."
"Do you suspect that Mr. Dindal hired someone to secretly destroy the blacksmith's watermill as a warning to threaten you to withdraw from the mayor election?" Joan tentatively asked the old dwarf.
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