"Shut up, Charcoal." Julian, who was wearing a black magician's robe, muttered in a sharp voice. His expression was solemn as he watched the father and daughter walk away hand in hand. He muttered, "What a strong magical wave. Is this little girl a genius? Or is that man a hidden master? "
"Now he's really Charcoal." The green-capped parrot looked at Black Crow whose feathers were all burnt and giggled, gloating over his misfortune.
"Old man, please call me Your Highness Fama Odin Ben. This king's palace was destroyed by that little fellow. Hurry up and make me a new one. Also, it's best if you make me a gorgeous robe, so that this king's beautiful body won't be seen by others." He sniffed left and right and cried, "What the hell? Where did the smell of roast chicken come from?"
"If you talk nonsense again, I'll feed you a new test product." Julian turned his head and looked at Black Crow. His face was expressionless, but his voice was as sharp as a demon crawling out of hell.
Black Crow immediately cowered. He lifted his leg and moved to the side. He said shyly, "Then … then at least give me two leaves. Otherwise, I'll be an eyesore standing here."
"Green Bean, go and find him two leaves." Julian said and turned to walk into the shop. As he walked, he said to himself, "Strange, why didn't I notice the magical wave over there before? Perhaps I can exchange some pointers with him. "
"Mr. Julian, the next time you need my help, please call me Sunny," the green-capped parrot said cheerfully. Said the green-feathered parrot cheerfully. It tilted its head and opened the lock on the birdcage. It fluttered and flew out. After a while, it came back with two leaves in its mouth and put them beside Charcoal. It then flew back into the birdcage, locked the door, and combed its feathers gracefully.
"I didn't expect that I'd be reduced to such a state." Charcoal sighed and looked around. He lowered his head and picked up the two leaves with his mouth and wrapped them around his body to protect his important parts.
Meg held the hand of a happy Amy as they walked towards the square. After setting the black crow on fire, Amy was clearly in a good mood. She skipped and skipped ahead, stopping from time to time to wait for Meg before continuing on.
Meg had 10 gold coins in his pocket. Although gold coins were very important to him now, if there was anything that Amy liked or wanted, he would not hesitate to give it to her.
However, the little guy was very sensible and didn't spend money recklessly. After wandering around for half an hour, he only asked for a small puppet that could pull strings and move.
After that, Meg took Amy to the largest market in the Aden Square. Unfortunately, they didn't even find a swan, let alone an ugly duckling.
He did have some ducklings, but Meg was worried that Amy would think that he was lying to her if the ducklings did not turn into swans when they grew up, so he did not buy any for her.
The normal food in the market was very cheap, but the system said that he couldn't bring in ingredients bought from outside, so he gave up on the idea of buying any.
"Father, we won't be able to buy an ugly duckling today, right?" Amy looked up at Meg with a disappointed expression at the entrance of the market.
"The boss said that the ugly duckling hasn't been born yet, so we might not be able to buy it until a little later." Meg nodded. He was thinking about how to comfort the expectant Amy. It was already early autumn, and even swans were rare in the vicinity of Chaos City, let alone little swans. They probably wouldn't be able to find any for a long time.
"Hmm?!" Before Meg could comfort her, Amy's gaze had already been attracted by a herb stall on the side of the road. She skipped over and squatted down. She looked at it with wide eyes for a while, then turned around and waved at Meg. "Father, come and see. These must be the ugly duckling's eggs."
"Hmm?" Meg walked over. A dark-skinned, muscular middle-aged man was sitting next to the stall, weaving a small basket with hay. He seemed to be a herb-gatherer. His hands were covered with calluses from climbing ropes. There were bags of herbs on the ground, and there was a small pile of hay at his feet. On top of it was a large gray egg about the size of a bowl.
Amy pointed at the egg on the ground, and looked up at Meg expectantly. "Father, let's buy this egg. You said that there isn't an ugly duckling now, so we can go home and hatch it."
"Sure." Meg nodded with a smile. Amy had been disappointed many times today, and he wanted her to go home happily. He turned to the herb-gatherer, and asked, "Boss, what kind of egg is this?"
"Well, I'm not too sure. I found it on a cliff when I went to pick herbs yesterday. Only birds can go up there, so it's probably a bird's egg. It's very nutritious," the herb-gatherer said with a silly smile.
"How much is it?" Meg's eyes lit up. If it was a bird's egg, then it would be about the same size as a swan. And judging by the size of the egg, it would probably grow bigger than an ostrich. If it was tamed well, it could be Amy's mount.
The herb-gatherer looked at Amy, who was full of anticipation, and scratched his head with a smile. "If the little girl likes it, then … three gold coins."
"Okay, three gold coins. Keep it well." Meg took out three gold coins and handed it to the herb-gatherer. Herb-Gatherers walked on cliffs every day, risking their lives in exchange for money. And if this was really a big bird's egg, three gold coins really wasn't expensive at all.
"Okay, I'll give this little basket to the little girl. It's just right for this egg." The herb-gatherer put the egg and the hay into the little basket he just made, and handed it to Amy with a smile.
"Amy, quickly thank Uncle," Meg hurriedly said to her.
"Thank you, Uncle." Amy happily took the little basket and held it with both hands as she whispered, "Ugly Duckling, be good. Wait for me to hatch you slowly."
"You're welcome, you're welcome." The herb-gatherer smiled and waved his hand. He looked at Meg and said, "My daughter is the same age as her, and she also likes to raise little things. But she already has two monkeys at home, so I won't let her bring them back."
"Yeah, the little one has been talking about it for the past two days. I hope she'll like it when it hatches." Meg also smiled helplessly, but his eyes were full of love as he looked at Amy.
After bidding farewell to the herb-gatherer, Meg originally wanted to help Amy carry the egg, but she refused. She was struggling to carry it with both hands, and Meg, who was walking behind her, was a little worried that the egg might fall to the ground.
The walk back took about half an hour. Amy gently placed the little basket on the stairs at the door and heaved a sigh of relief. She turned to look at Meg with a serious expression and said, "Father, thank you for buying the Ugly Duckling's egg for Amy. I'll take good care of it in the future."
Meg took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on her forehead as he said with a smile, "Okay, but Uncle Herb-Gatherer just said that this might not be the Ugly Duckling's egg. It could be the egg of another bird."
Amy shook her head firmly. "No, I'm sure this is the Ugly Duckling's egg. I'm going to hatch it, and then slowly raise it until it becomes a white swan, and then … then …"
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