Chapter 27: Grey Bag Beast

Gray was bound by the "activated vines" summoned by the old man of Tyre. He was taken aback at first, and then his face was angry, and he roared and struggled to shake his arms, trying to get rid of the entanglement of the vines.
"Don't hurt Gray!" Joan hurriedly said to his grandfather, "It's my friend!"
"Friend?" The old man of Tyre looked deeply at Joan with a strange look in his eyes, "You mean that'gray bag'?"
Joan never heard the name "Grey Bag Beast" from my grandfather, but it's not difficult to guess that he was referring to Gray, and nodded quickly: "Thanks to it saved me, otherwise I would have died in the swamp."
"Well, there is such a thing, but it is not impossible to think about it." The old man Tyr stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "Grey bag monster, a monster living in the deep swamp, is said to be There is a peculiar nature. Occasionally, the creatures of other ethnic groups are mistaken for their loved ones. They take care of each other as carefully as their children, protect themselves, and devote all their love to each other, regardless of whether they are or not. Willingly accept its care... It seems that the big guy is treating you as his own child."
Joan had previously been puzzled by Gray’s indifference to himself for no reason. At this moment, he suddenly realized that he listened to Grandpa’s explanation.
"Grandpa, Gray's nature is not bad, you don't have to hurt it."
"I don't want to hurt it, but most gray sack beasts are very stubborn and will not allow people under their protection to leave their sights. You can neither stay in the swamp forever nor take the scary monster back into the town and take it. What about it." The old man frowned in embarrassment.
"I used to say a few words to it, maybe I can persuade it to go home." Joan walked to the gray bag that was fighting the vines.
Old Man Thiel instinctively raised his hand to stop it, but after thinking about it, his hand dropped again.
Joan approached the Grey Beast and waved to him: "Gray! Gray! Be quiet, those vines won't really hurt you!"
The Grey Bag Beast looked down at him and looked hesitant.
Joan turned to his grandfather and yelled, "Give up these vines, Gray won't hurt me!"
"It's better not to!" Kandy said restlessly.
Old Man Thiel hesitated for a few seconds, and finally reluctantly gave in to Joan, interrupting the spell, and the vines activated by him retracted to the ground and became ordinary plants again.
Gray regained his freedom, his face still angry, pointing at the old man of Tyre and complaining to Joan: "Moge!"
Joan almost laughed out loud, shook his head, and corrected softly and firmly: "This is wrong, Gray, the old gentleman is not Mog, he is my grandfather, a very good and very Mott person."
Perhaps because of the subtle influence of being with Joan for two days, Gray has a little understanding of human language. After listening to Joan’s explanation, the look of the old man is particularly alert, but it is not as full of arms as it was just now. resentment.
"Grey, my grandfather came to me, I have to go home."
Joan explained his hardship to the Grey Beast and tried to persuade it to accept the reality that had to be separated. It’s not easy to explain a complicated thing to the simple-minded gray-bag. Fortunately, he has enough patience, and he has some understanding of Gray’s language habits and ways of thinking, plus gestures and pictures. It took half an hour to help, and finally barely made Gray understand why he could not stay in the swamp forever, why he should return to his own kind, and why Gray couldn't accompany him to settle in the small town where humans live.
Joan's efforts were not in vain. After making a promise that he would come back often to visit it, Grey Bag Beast finally reluctantly agreed to break up with him. Before leaving, he also imitated Joan waving goodbye, and six eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.
After saying goodbye to Gray, Joan followed his grandfather to continue on the road. Having walked far away, he still saw Gray standing in the same place when he turned around, and he couldn't help waving in the direction they went away, the moonlight shining on it, casting a lonely silhouette.
"Gray is pitiful, it would be nice if we could take it home." Kandy said sympathetically.
"Not to mention that the town council and most residents will not allow such a monster to break into their lives. Even if the villagers barely agree, the grey sack beast will not be able to get used to our human living environment and way of life. Sooner or later, it will cause great trouble. "Guillaume Tell is telling the truth.
Joan totally agrees with Grandpa's opinion, but there is still an unspeakable bitterness in his heart, and he always feels that he owes too much to Gray. He didn't know how long his friendship with the gray beast could last, but as long as the conditions allowed, he would surely keep the promises he had made with Gray before coming back often to visit this special friend.
When it was almost midnight, Joan finally returned home and could not wait to boil water to take a bath. After bathing, he felt relaxed and relaxed. He wished to lie down on the soft bed immediately and sleep comfortably until dawn.
However, strong willpower forced Joan to dispel laziness, drink a cup of "tears of God" soaked in liquid medicine to relieve fatigue, and rejuvenate to practice the spells he mastered ten times. There is nothing to say about "endoscopy", and "freezing rays" have also been mastered very well. As for the "mage's hand", through thousands of trainings to catch leeches during this time, all the details of the casting have been deeply imprinted on Joe. In the mind, there is almost a muscular memory, and you don't even need to deliberately maintain the concentration of the spell to relax.
According to the usual habit, Joan always used some lead blocks as a training tool when he practiced "The Master's Hand". A lead block weighs about 5 pounds, which happens to be the weight limit of the Master's hand. Today, there is something abnormal. Joan grabbed the lead block with the hand of the mage, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed, and a thought came out of it, telling him that he could pick up a heavier object.
Prompted by this whim, Joan took the lead by the remote master's hand. His hunch was immediately verified, and the two lead blocks totaled 10 pounds, which was easily picked up by the invisible magic hand, and felt no effort at all.
Qiao An scratched his head in wonder, and tried to grab the third, fourth, and fifth lead blocks, all successfully completed, which made him more curious and shocked, and continued to increase the weight limit until he caught at the same time It took eight lead blocks-a total of 40 pounds of weight-to feel a slight tingling on both sides of the forehead, and the remote control force has reached the upper limit.
Fatigue and surprise prevented Joan from continuing to stay focused. At the moment when his attention was slightly distracted, the mage's hand resolved itself, and the lead blocks piled up above the palm of the force field were scattered on the floor.
Joan didn’t understand what was going on for a long time. Why did the upper limit of the weight of the
Master’s Hand
suddenly increase sevenfold? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
He yawned, and had to admit that he couldn't think about this complex problem in a state of exhaustion, and put aside his thoughts to go to bed, and it was not too late to recuperate tomorrow.
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