* Knock Knock *
Gondor opened the door and walked out of another bedroom. He raised his head and saw Angele sitting on the bench. He was surprised.
"Yeah, right! He's a halfling. "Gondor scratched his head and chuckled. He looked like a little boy who would never grow up. Gondor was about the same age as Angele.
"Please wait for a second. I'll get it right away." Gondor turned to Angele. He turned around and ran back to his room. Soon, he ran out again, holding a thin brown leather book in his hand.
"He's in his bedroom. Go get him. It's almost time for dinner. "
Angele blended into the crowd and entered Emma City like a normal human being.
* * *
"Master Angele, are you sure you're not joking?" Kelly calmed herself down and asked again.
"Well … I hope you have a good time," Kelly responded in a deep tone.
"Dad … Who's here?" It was a girl with a petite face. The girl was about four or five years old. Her long black hair reached her waist, and she was rubbing her eyes with one of her hands. She was holding the corner of her pajamas. It seemed like the girl was still sleeping. Her hair was messy and messy.
"Coming! I'll be right there! "Gondor's voice echoed.
There were four large plates of dishes on the coffee table.
"I'm Gondor's friend. Can I pay you a visit?" Angele smiled.
The man took off his black hat, revealing a young face. His short brown hair fluttered in the wind. It was Angele.
The girl lowered her hand and looked at Angele. "What about Big Brother?" she asked in a cute voice.
* * *
Gondor, on the other hand, was burying his head in his food, as if he didn't care about anything else other than eating. After a while, more than half of the large stack of pancakes in front of him was gone. It looked like about half a catty of pancakes had gone into his stomach.
The cover of the book was written in the ancient language. The Metal Principle was written in the Byron language. It was a black millipede that was twisting and crawling on the cover. In the middle of the millipede's body, a red eye opened and calmly gazed at anyone looking at the cover. It looked strange and mysterious.
It was written in the ancient Byron language. Legend has it that the Byron Language had some kind of mysterious power, and in ancient times it was called the Demon Language. The shape was strange. Most of the time, it would automatically form some special patterns and symbols after he finished writing.
It was no wonder that Gondor's personality had been nurtured by such a trustworthy family.
"Oh ~ ~ ~"
There was a plate of cabbage meat roll with some sesame-like black dots on it. He didn't know what they were, but they smelled good.
"Of course, of course." The man nodded and smiled again. He turned around and shouted, "Gondor, come here quickly. Your friend is here to see you!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming …" A faint response came from the other side of the door.
"Have a seat. Gondor will be here soon. I have to go to the kitchen. "
The middle-aged man was wearing a white apron, and he looked similar to Gondor. He wiped his hands on his apron.
A slender man dressed in black was standing in front of the house. His entire body was black, and he wore a black round hat.
"That's enough. That's enough. I can't eat that much." He was not used to Gondor's father's passion.
"I'll be leaving then." Angele stood up and walked out of the living room.
There were no decorations in the living room, but there was an oil painting hanging above the fireplace. The painting was about a knight on a horse running on a plain. The painting was black and white, and the color was a bit rough.
The bell of the carriage was ringing.
Angele was a bit speechless as he watched the number of Vegetable Cakes in his bowl and plate growing until it was almost full.
They were the only two people in the living room. Angele sat on a chair and slowly sipped the milk tea.
The fireplace was made of black stones, and the fireplace was still burning. There were several wide wooden benches in a square shape, and there was a small wooden tea table in the middle. There was also a pot of white flowers on the tea table.
Angele slowly ate the food on the table.
The chilling wind blew by. A small black carriage slowly passed the empty street behind the man. The bell on the horse's neck kept ringing.
The girl on the side was eating a pancake and staring at Angele curiously.
Angele was a bit speechless after seeing that the Gondor family was not paying attention to him at all.
"It's fine. I want to stay here for two more days. I have other things to take care of. Also, I want to visit this small town. There will be a celebration here in a few days, and I want to see what it's like. "Angele smiled calmly.
"Don't worry. Stay for dinner," Gondor hurriedly said. "My father cooks a lot of delicious food. I'm sure you'll like it! In the past, when I came to town, even the most picky dwarf praised my father's craftsmanship! "
* Creak * The wooden door opened. A middle-aged man with black hair was standing by the door.
Four dishes were placed on the tea table. There was a small plate and a bowl in front of each of them. Iron forks and knives were placed on the side.
"What?!" Kelly's shoulder was bandaged. She stood up from the chair angrily. Her high-pitched voice was heard by the maids who were passing by the door. They all looked at Angele curiously.
Angele was trying to digest the information Aqua gave him while he was walking. Although it was not a long time, Aqua still explained the basic knowledge of the Metal System to Angele. He also gave Angele a small book that recorded the basic knowledge of the Metal System. It was also Aqua's notebook and spell book.
The people of Nunnally's family who were guarding the city gate soon recognized him. They reported to the guards. Angele followed the guard back to the mansion of the Nunnally Family after spending some time in the city.
"I'm not joking." He put down the translucent glass. "I've already achieved my goal. The Stephens gave me what I wanted, and in exchange, they offered me something extra in exchange for my backing out of this conflict. What's wrong? What's the problem? "
"Is anyone here?" Angele questioned in a deep tone. Dong, dong, dong, he knocked on the door again.
But when Gondor's family enthusiastically asked him to stay, he couldn't believe that he actually stayed. Perhaps he was curious about the family that raised Gondor, but no matter what, he still stayed.
Angele held the book in his hand. It was soft and thin. He was not sure what kind of skin it was. The book wasn't big. It felt like a folded piece of cloth in his hand. It was very light and thin.
"Help your sister up first." Angele pointed at the girl who was crying on the ground.
"I'll be leaving now since I got the book." Angele stood up.
"Dwarfs? You're talking about halflings, right? "Angele smiled.
Angele looked at the girl speechlessly. It was a talent for her to trip on her own …
"Well …" Gondor finally realized what was going on. He ran to his sister and helped her up. He coaxed her softly and massaged her hands and knees, which were sore from the fall.
The little girl walked towards a bedroom on the side in a daze. Suddenly, she stepped on Gondor's foot.
"Sure, you can go now." Angele nodded politely and sat down on the wooden sofa.
It took him a while to calm the girl down. Gondor stood up and sighed with relief.
Gondor's father and sister did not know what was going on. Gondor knew what was going on, but he did not seem to care. It seemed like Gondor thought that he was a good person. With such a personality, once he met someone with ulterior motives, he wouldn't even know how he died.
Angele waited for a while, but nothing happened.
"It's your brother's friend." A man's voice came from the kitchen.
Unlike Angele, the others could not memorize all the knowledge they learned. The others needed to review the knowledge they learned. It was normal for them to carry the book with them.
* PU *
Angele was invited into the house. He began to look around the average-sized house.
"Ugh … Mom, it hurts!" The girl was crying and the whole house was noisy.
The aroma of the tea table spread into the air.
Three days later, in the morning.
On the gray street. At the corner, there was a small house made of gray bricks. White smoke was coming out of the chimney. The front door of the house was made of black arched wood, and there were some white flowers planted beside the door.
It tasted better than the ones he had eaten before. Zero analyzed the composition of the food and found that it was not poisonous.
"Who are you?" The man's smile disappeared.
Angele was about to leave the house. He wanted to get the Metal Theory.
Angele was sitting around the tea table in the living room.
She immediately fell to the ground and fell hard.
Angele wiped the dust off his clothes with his hat. He walked to the door and knocked on it.
There were two plates of foie gras with black sauce on it. The other plate was a colorful salad with vegetables and fruits. There was no oil on it, but it looked refreshing.
The man walked into the kitchen. A small figure walked out of the bedroom on the right. The man was wearing gray pajamas, and it seemed like he was still sleeping.
"Of course … not …" Kelly's face turned pale, and her voice was shaking. He was forcefully suppressing his anger. "Since you've made up your mind, I'll ask someone to send you back to the school."
He handed the book to Angele with both hands.
Angele took the book and glanced at it. The book was poorly made, and there was no decoration on the cover. There was only one title: Metal Theory.
After several minutes, he heard the sound of a teacup being smashed.
"Why … Why are you here?" He ignored his sister's crying. "Oh! Oh, right! You're here for that, right? My teacher has prepared it for you. "He slapped his forehead and remembered the promise he made in the forest. The knowledge of metal magic models couldn't be explained in such a short amount of time.
"Come, try my cooking." Gondor's father smiled and kept putting food on Angele's plate. "Since you're Gondor's friend, you should come to our house more often. Gondor has been depressed ever since his mother passed away, and he doesn't have many good friends. Other than that little Winnie, I've never seen him invite anyone to his house. "
There was a plate of golden pancakes, which were cut into triangles and stacked high. The filling was green vegetables and carrot-colored meat.
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