Chapter 5: Weird old man in the town

Whenever people talk about the Yalfheim region in the south of the New World, they always use a vivid analogy: if a squirrel continually jumps from one tree to another, she can walk from Yar without touching the ground. The brass mountain pass at the southernmost point of Wheim jumps to Princes Harbour at the northernmost point.
Before the immigration of human beings, the "Yalf Jungle" was a paradise for fairies and elves. The place name "Yalfheim" came from elven language, meaning "the kingdom of the elves of light." Nowadays, human immigrants from the old continent are replacing fairies and elves as the new masters of this land.
Thanks to the warm and humid climate, the flat and fertile land, the dense vegetation of Yalfheim region, the river network is vertical and horizontal, there are countless prey in the forest, and the flocks of waterfowl and beavers inhabit on the beaches. The colonists of the mainland kept pouring in, and a southern society based on agriculture was gradually taking shape.
In this agriculturally developed southern colony, wealthy plantation owners control most of the fertile land. In order to increase the social influence of themselves and their families, they also actively devoted themselves to public political activities as city councillors and military generals. The power and wealth of the large plantation owners are comparable to those of the princes of the old continent. They raise servants in their manor houses, build luxurious houses, live aristocratic luxury life, and regularly take cruise ships to go abroad for vacations. The social circles of the "civilized world" upper society maintain close ties.
The socio-economic position is second to the plantation owners. They are self-cultivators. They are committed to developing new land outside the good fields occupied by the main circle of the manor. They dream that one day they can become the owner of the manor. Even more impoverished than self-cultivating farmers are those
contract servants
and hereditary serfs, who not only have no property of their own, they even dare not want to be free, and are very satisfied to be able to discuss a good job with their master.
Joel's hometown "Delin Town" is a typical southern town with self-cultivation as the main body. More than 2,000 inhabitants of the town are mostly descendants of old continent settlers. They have cultivated farmland along the river for generations, and mostly live on the cultivation of grain, tobacco and cotton. Guild leaders from all walks of life together form the "town council". All the members elected a mayor to manage the daily administrative affairs, and appointed a veteran veteran to serve as the sheriff and militia company commander.
Right now in the middle of winter, the Delin River has formed a layer of ice, the river flows quietly under the ice, and the fields on both sides of the river bank are covered with thick snow, which looks a bit desolate.
When the sun was west, a tall and muscular winter wolf dragged the sled and ran along the river bank. Perhaps it was because he finally returned to his hometown after a long absence, and Jamie screamed in excitement. The wild dogs wandering in Zhenkou heard the domineering growl, and they were all frightened with their tails running around.
Joan withdrew his gaze from the spellbook, reached out and touched Jamie's back, calming it down.
The half-winter wolf hung his head gently and dragged his sled across the town's streets until it slowed down until the woods near the northernmost part of the town.
Joan instructed Jamie to stop, got up and jumped off the sled, moved a bit of frozen stiff hands and feet, and suddenly remembered that there was still a person on the sled, turned back to observe, and found that the Asa girl was still awake, His face seemed paler than in the morning. Joan had to worry that she would not wake up like this, and he didn't understand medicine, hesitated, and had to drag the sled to find her grandfather.
Joan's parents and grandfather were both professional adventurers. They lived in the wild all year round, and it was inevitable that they would be unlucky. Just before Joan was born, my grandfather and his parents encountered an accident during the expedition, and my grandfather lost a leg. His father rescued his pregnant wife, but he was unfortunately killed.
Shortly after Joan's birth, his mother also died of illness and was raised by grandmother Guillaume Tell. As an orphan, Joan’s childhood was not so happy, but at least he didn’t have to worry about being hungry.
Joan was very attached to her grandfather when he was a child. However, as he grew older, especially after insisting on self-study of arcane knowledge against his grandfather's wishes, his relationship with his grandfather turned sharply. Grandpa was deeply disappointed because Joan didn’t listen to his advice, but Joan felt aggrieved by Grandpa’s brutal way of obstructing his pursuit of his dreams. The relationship between the old and the young became more and more tense. Without speaking first, the other party will never take the initiative to communicate. The grandfather and the grandson stalemate like this, sometimes not saying a word for several days.
Qiao'an's house has two wooden houses in front and back. The house in front is relatively large and has two rooms. It was the residence of Qiao'an's parents before he lives. Now he lives alone; the house where his grandfather lives is by the forest of the back mountain. Usually seldom go out.
Joan first returned to his house, pushed the door in, and looked at it. There was a layer of dust on the ground, the room was silent, and all the furnishings were exactly the same as when he left. Putting his luggage away, Joan dragged the sled and the still-sleeping Asa girl back toward the mountain, and outside the public house, he hesitated and knocked on the door again and again.
"Come in." An old voice came from the room, revealing a sense of impatience.
Joan pushed the door open, but did not enter the room, just staring at the grandfather who was working in front of the window.
The pale, thin old man with curly hair sits on an armchair near the fireplace, with a cane standing against the wall next to him, and a crude wooden prosthesis under his left knee. If the workmanship of this prosthetic leg was used to measure Mr. Guillaume Tell’s carpentry skills, he would be wrong. The old man ended his adventurous career and returned to his hometown of Delin to live in seclusion for years. The crossbows made are recognized as the best masterpieces, but the old man's temper is extremely weird. If the crossbows made do not meet his own standards, even if someone is willing to buy him, he will not sell them, but rather throw them in the fireplace and burn them. Because the old man is too harsh on his work, sometimes he can’t make a bow all month, and the town residents can’t spend too much money on the crossbow, so his work can’t be priced more than the ordinary goods sold in the grocery store. Too much higher, income is barely enough to make a living.
Old Man Theil glanced at Joan, turned his head without saying a word, and continued to polish the silhouetted arms in his hands.
Joan was not surprised by this, knowing that Grandpa was still stubborn about his resignation. After so many years of getting along, he certainly understands his grandfather's temper. In fact, as long as he takes the initiative to apologize to the old man, he will be angry.
The reason Joe is safe, but he can't do it.
Guillaume Tell is a strange old man in town, and Joan is not much better. Although he does not want to admit it, his character is indeed greatly influenced by his grandfather-the solitary and surly temper of the grandfather and the grandson are exactly the same . Joan didn't think he had done anything wrong, and forced him to take the initiative to bow down to his grandfather, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.
The grandson and grandson were relatively speechless, and finally Joan took the lead in breaking the deadlock. He briefly described his experience on this trip. The key point was to tell his grandfather that he had picked up a the way home, and she was still unconscious and worried about her. Just die like this, I do not know what to do.
Old Man Thiel reached out and grabbed the cane, supported and stood up, looked at the the sled through the window, and after a long time he spoke:
"It doesn't matter if she wakes up after a while."
"What should I do with her?" Joan asked.
"What's what to do?" The old man replied coldly, "You picked it up, you figure it out for yourself."
Joan had long guessed he would say this, secretly sighed, turned away from the grandfather's house, and dragged the sled back to his hut.
Joan's bedroom was his father's study room before his death. He carefully kept all the books as a tribute to his deceased father who had never met him. The next room is the bedroom before the parents died. Every time Joan walked into that room, he saw the big bed that his parents had slept in. The mother sat in front of the window on the wooden table dressing the mirror. There was always an inexplicable sadness. , So he seldom walked into this bedroom, just cleaned every day, like a silent hall.
In order to house the little girl who was retrieved by the roadside, Joanne had to use the next bedroom, put on mattresses and bedding, and put the sleeping the bed.
Having placed the "guest", Joan closed the bedroom door and looked at the kitchen. There were only two black bread, half a jar of salt and a little tea in the cupboard.
Joan Marley's boiling water, making tea, putting bread, salt shakers and teapots on a tray and setting it on the next bedroom table.
After finishing all this, he returned to his room and fell into a chair like a bag of wet flour, feeling backache and fatigue. He really wanted to open the spell book on the table and continue to study the "zero-ray" tricks that he had just figured out. However, the fatigue accumulated by the long-distance travel exploded like a mountain, making him feel powerless and could not afford to study the spell.
Just when he was hesitant to go to bed early, Joan suddenly remembered the "tears of God", struggling to get up and poured a glass of water, calling "Tears of God" out of his thoughts.
Holding the crystal clear gem in the palm of his hand, Joan looked at it for a few seconds, and then gently put the gem into the cup.
"Tears of God" has the function of making magic potions. The potion that can be made at present is equivalent to the "secondary restoration" of the first magic. Although Joan is not a divine spellcaster, after all, he has served as a sacrificial offering in the church for two years. He knows that "secondary restoration" has the effect of relieving fatigue and boosting the spirit, which is in line with his current needs.
Joan waited patiently for a minute, picked up the spoon and took out the "tears of tears" soaked in the tea cup, and carefully observed the water in the cup. It didn't seem to be different from the clear water, and even the smell of the drug could not be smelled.
"Does this really work?"
Joan picked up the teacup and drank the water in one go with a doubtful attitude.
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