There are quite a few houses in it, but the specifications of those houses are really unflattering. Some houses are very short, even less than two meters high, while others are very tall, uneven and ugly.
This is not surprising. Humans, who are generally about 1.7 to 8 meters tall, will build houses more than two to three meters high, while goblins who are less than one meter tall and dwarves who are generally about one meter tall will not build houses that high. house, unless it is sick.
An Fei remembered that when he was in the Holy City, he listened to a story told by a bard. The protagonist of the story was a hero, a human hero respected by all intelligent races. He was warmly welcomed by the dwarves, who presented their collection of top-quality weapons. To the hero, the hero waved his weapon while praising the dwarf's craftsmanship, and the dwarves also praised the hero's deeds. In the end, the hero lived in the dwarf village chief's house, received warm hospitality, and had a love story that ended in nothing.
I have to admit that there is always a huge gap between facts and stories. For such a high house, people have to lower their heads when walking in, otherwise they will definitely hit the ceiling and wave weapons? What a joke! Although the craftsmanship of the dwarves is indeed very good, An Fei has never seen weapons made by the dwarves. The background of the story often regards humans as the main body. Other intelligent races all serve and exist for humans, so the dwarves will spend precious money. They use the materials to create weapons that they cannot use and are only suitable for humans. Then they collect the weapons and wait for a certain hero to appear. However, they have spent countless precious materials and put in countless efforts and sweat just to wait for one!
Living in the dwarf village chief's house is even more boring. Come to think of it, the beds the dwarves sleep on are very short. How many beds need to be put together to be enough for one person to sleep? Having a love affair with a dwarf girl... was even more unbelievable. An Fei shuddered as he imagined the scene of him holding little Sharil in his arms, kissing and caressing her.
"What's wrong with you?" Susanna asked with concern.
Praise the great sovereignty! Fortunately, everyone has the right to hide their thoughts. If Susanna knew that An Fei was interested in Yin Sharil at the moment, how could she speak with such concern? The pink fist has already been smashed down!
"Nothing, it seems we have to spend some effort on work." An Fei smiled quickly.
"What are you afraid of? You don't have to work anyway." Susanna smiled.
Steel is forged, experience, courage, wisdom are also forged, strength is also forged, then, face is forged even more! Yesterday, she held hands with An Fei for the first time. Susanna's face was red and her heart was beating. Later, when she and An Fei looked at the stars and listened to An Fei's stories, she also stammered when speaking. Now that their hands are holding together again, Susanna has changed. It's much more natural.
And Susanna also felt that An Fei was always staring at her feet, so after Susanna got into An Fei's car in the early morning, she took off her boots early. Her snow-white jade toes had been dazzling in front of An Fei's eyes for a whole day. , a woman will not only look good for someone who pleases her, but sometimes she will also expose herself for someone who pleases her.
"There are many things, not just work." An Fei smiled, Susanna's little hand was placed so softly in his palm. It was hard to imagine that a hand that could exert powerful destructive power could also So soft, so feminine.
"An Fei, can I come in?" Chris's voice sounded outside the carriage.
"No." An Fei replied flatly.
"What are you doing!" Susanna was anxious and rolled her eyes at An Fei angrily, refusing to let Chris in. Maybe they thought she and An Fei were doing something embarrassing in the carriage: "Chris, come in!" "Susanna said as she took her hand out and covered her feet with her skirt.
"You two are really..." Chris was both angry and unable to laugh: "An Fei, come out quickly, we are about to enter the town!"
"Suzanne, don't go out, you are our ace." An Fei smiled.
"Yeah." Susanna responded sweetly. She may not be so happy to be taken seriously by others, but the meaning of being taken seriously by An Fei is different.
Anfei got out of the carriage, and Feiler, who was acting as the coachman, stepped aside and gave Anfei a place to sit. Anfei slowly looked at the town of Moramachi, maybe because the convoy was relatively large, and No one came to look for trouble. In those large and small houses, there were shadows shaking, as if they were observing themselves.
"Chris, tell Black Eleven to let him and his people camp outside while we go in." An Fei said softly.
"Okay." Chris nodded.
The convoy split into two, and four or five carriages slowly drove into the town. The other carriages all stopped outside. Not far away, a relatively small empty field appeared in front, under a tall ancient tree. , there is a big bell hanging, which is obviously the prop used by the leader here to summon the villagers.
"Feiler, go ring the bell." An Fei said
Feiler was stunned: "No one will come out."
Feiler nodded wordlessly, but before he could jump out of the carriage, a muffled groan came from a taller house on the right front. Immediately, the door was pushed open, and a woman rushed out from inside.
As soon as the woman took two steps, a werewolf chased out and grabbed the woman's hair. The woman let out a painful groan and raised her head involuntarily. The moment she raised her head, A cold light flashed in An Fei's eyes, and he recognized the woman.
"Barak, let her go, she is my benefactor!" With an angry roar, several werewolves rushed out from the corner on the left.
The leading werewolf seemed to be injured. His left arm was wrapped with strips of cloth of various colors, and he was limping when he walked. He stood side by side with the other two werewolves, glaring at each other.
The werewolf named Barak slowly shook his head and said slowly: "She was, and is, my slave."
"Barak, what do you mean? Are you insulting me!" the leading werewolf roared.
Barak smiled contemptuously and ignored the other party. Instead, he turned his head and glanced at An Fei and others.
"An Fei, are they acting?" Feiler said softly.
"I don't know if they are acting or not. I only know that the woman is not acting." An Fei said slowly: "Go and ring the bell."
Feiler walked up to the big clock in a few steps, grabbed the hanging thick wooden stake, and struck the big bell hard. The sound of the bell seemed very heavy, but the sound was not quiet. It was estimated that it could be heard within a few miles.
Those werewolves could definitely hear the bell, but they did not turn around, and the townspeople did not come out, leaving Feiler alone. The werewolf named Barak snorted heavily and pulled the woman's hair and turned around. Went back to the house.
"Barack, I say this for the last time, let her go!" The leading werewolf roared.
"Bergman, please think clearly, I have the final say here!" Barak said coldly.
"It was before, and now..." An Fei imitated Barak's slow tone and said as he walked forward: "I have the final say, let her go right away!"
Only then did the woman notice An Fei, with an ecstatic look in her eyes. Unfortunately, her hands were tied behind her back and a piece of rag was stuffed in her mouth. She could only fight hard while blinking at An Fei.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!" Barak turned to An Fei with a ferocious light in his eyes. Seeing that there were more people in the convoy, he originally wanted to continue observing for a while before making a decision, but An Fei turned to him. Provocation, this is what he cannot tolerate.
"Human, get out of here, you have nothing to do here!" The werewolf named Bergman also said coldly. Although An Fei's purpose is to let Barak let people go, it is obvious that he disdains standing in the same trench with humans.
An Fei was stunned at first, and then said calmly: "I spent hundreds of gold coins to buy the right to use the town of Moramachi. I didn't expect that I would have to manage a group of beasts that can't even speak." Although before Many plans were made, but the plans had to change according to the actual situation. It seemed that the werewolf had a very high status here. He originally wanted to use this to attack one party and win over the other, but unexpectedly both parties showed hostility towards him, so At this time, we must take an extremely tough stance, otherwise how can we stay in Mouramachi!
"What did you say!" Barak pointed at An Fei, as if he was about to fight. What he cared about was Chris who was next to the convoy. An Fei in front of him looked non-threatening, so he didn't pay attention at all.
"I hate it when people point their fingers at me." An Fei said lightly.
"So what if I accuse you!" This time it was Barak's turn to provoke.
An Fei shook his head, his eyes suddenly glanced up to the sky, his expression was a little dazed. In fact, it was difficult to deceive people with this kind of action, and An Fei just did it temporarily. He didn't care whether he was deceived or not, but it was called Barak's werewolf became more straight-minded and followed An Fei to look up.
The moment Barak raised his head, An Fei had already grabbed his finger, and then he felt a sharp pain coming from his finger. Barak knew that he had been deceived, and was about to fight back, when everything went dark, and An Fei's fist had already hit him hard. Hitting his protruding nose, Barak screamed and flew backwards.
"A beast is a beast, it's so fucking dirty!" An Fei felt some greasy dirt on his hands. God knows what it was. He took out a sweat towel and wiped his hands, then threw the sweat towel to the ground.
Balak turned over and climbed up. His eyes had turned blood red, and his gray-white hairs were standing on end. His body was gradually getting taller and thicker. The werewolf's nose was much higher and more fragile than that of humans. It didn't collapse even after a heavy blow, and Barak's combat effectiveness was still very strong.