"Damn mung bean, tear me down again! I'm not finished with you today!" Crow shouted angrily at the parrot on the opposite side.
"Don't call me Mung Dou." The parrot was a little unhappy, but pointed to the bottom of the cage and said, "Besides, your clothes fell off."
The crow looked down, and a leaf was floating down.
"Oh!" Its eyes widened suddenly, and it quickly covered its body with two featherless wings, and exclaimed: "Excuse me, Your Excellency, can you pass me my king's clothes."
"Giggle..." Amy laughed happily watching this scene, walked over to pick up the leaf on the ground, and said with a smile: "Heitan, your clothes are in my hands now, if you obey me in the future I will return it to you, and if you are not obedient, I will take it away."
"My lord... my lord..." Heitan looked at Amy with a tangled face. At this moment, a cool autumn wind blew in the distance, and it couldn't help shivering. It looked at the leaves in Amy's hands, Immediately nodded and said: "Be obedient!"
"Okay, then you have to say what you say." Amy nodded happily, and tiptoed to hand over the leaves, but the birdcage was hanging a bit high, and she was still far away from reaching on tiptoes. The expression couldn't help becoming a little anxious.
"That's it." Mag leaned over and hugged Amy, which was as high as the birdcage.
"Father is so kind." Amy happily kissed Mag on the cheek, reached out and handed the leaves to the side of the birdcage, and said with a smile, "Here you are, Stupid Heitan."
"My king accepts your kindness." Heitan opened his mouth and took the leaves from Amy's hand, wrapping them around his body again.
"Goodbye, Heitan, Mung Bean." Amy got off Mag, waved at the two birds, and followed Mag forward.
"Goodbye, but I still hope you can call me Sunny next time." Mung Bean said.
"It seems... It's really cute, then I will reluctantly accept her request." Heitan looked at Amy's back and murmured reluctantly.
Leaving the magic potion shop, Mag took Amy's little hand and walked to Aden Square. The circular Aden Square occupies a very large area. Except for a huge circular square in the center, the other places are divided into blocks with various ethnic groups. Characteristic carvings or gardens.
It is said that this Aden Square is a huge version of the map of Nolan Continent, with the city of chaos in the center and other races surrounding the city of chaos.
The farther you go east, the more lively the square becomes. A lava demon child covered in fiery red cracks ran past him, with a whistling flame in his hair, like a burning torch.
Behind him was a deep-forest troll child with a blade of grass growing on his head, swinging his arms and chasing after him, followed by two dwarf children holding small hammers.
In this chaotic city, after letting the child out, the parents can't guess what their child will find as a playmate.
And when those children passed by Mag and the others, they couldn't help slowing down, turning their heads and staring at Amy for a while.
Whenever this time, Mag would stare at them with a stern face and warning eyes, and then turn sideways to block their sight of Amy.
Just kidding, this is his daughter, don't let those guys keep an eye on her.
Amy was very happy. Today, many children looked at her enviously. This was the first time.
"Father, I also want hair like hers. You can tie it for me." Mag took Amy to sit on the stone chair and rested for a while. The little human girl who casually tied a bun on the bed shook the hand of a burly man in his thirties who was wearing a strong suit and said.
"This... Yaya looks very good now." The man glanced at Amy's delicate braid, and his expression suddenly became a little embarrassed. How could it be possible for a brave man to wear such a beautiful braid! It has exhausted all his imagination to be able to tie it into the current form.
At the same time, he glanced at Mag with some envy. He actually has this kind of craftsmanship, or there is a good wife at home who will tie his daughter's hair, unlike his wife, who kicked him out to take his daughter and played at the gambling table by himself. are happy.
"But this bun is so ugly, people want braids too." The little girl touched the bun on her head with a look of disgust, pointed at Amy enviously and said: "I want to be like this, I I want it!" As she said that, she began to cry, feeling aggrieved.
"Hey, I'll buy you some delicious food, okay?" The man stretched out his hand to help the little girl wipe away her tears, and gave Mag a resentful look.
Mag, on the other hand, glanced sympathetically at the man who was in a hurry to comfort the little girl. Fortunately, Amy didn't let Amy go out with a steamed bun yesterday, but feeling the resentful gaze, he was inexplicably proud of the man who would tie the little girl's hair It was amazing, took Amy's little hand and stood up and said, "Let's go, go home."
"Father, wait a moment." Amy walked up to the little girl and stretched out her little hand to wipe her tears.
"The little guy is quite loving." Mag felt a little relieved.
The man on the side also breathed a sigh of relief, if only the little girl could help make her daughter happy.
"Don't cry, only my father can tie this hair. Even if you cry hard, your father won't do it for you." Amy withdrew her hand, looked at the little girl and said seriously.
The little girl was about to stop, but when she heard Amy's words, she froze for a moment, looked up at her father, and then at Mag, feeling even more aggrieved, and burst into tears.
"This... a suffocating operation." McGonagall stared, and she couldn't look at her girl with normal thinking. She glanced at the man who was also dumbfounded, and quickly took Amy's little hand and said, "Sorry." Quickly leave.
On the way back, Mag stood by the side of the road and looked at the old man who sold shortbread by the side of the road. There was a large cylindrical oven with a large pot of dark yellow corn paste next to it. Reach out and grab a lump and pat it into the stove, and it will be out of the oven after a while.
The business was very good. There was a long queue in front of the booth, and most of them were children, holding one or two copper coins in their hands, standing there looking around, and some children who had no money squatted beside them and watched eagerly.
Simple and crude, it is estimated that it can sell a thousand or so a day. Although it is cheap, it is not a dream to make a monthly income of 30,000 like the sesame seed cakes in the previous life.
Mag suddenly remembered that when his predecessor came out to look for Amy, he saw Amy squatting here like those sallow and emaciated children, staring at the sweet shortbread that came out of the oven, holding Amy's hand. He tensed a little, and said with a smile: "Let's go home, tomorrow morning my father will make you a Roujiamo that is a hundred times better than sweet shortbread."
"Yeah, the food made by my father is the best." Amy nodded vigorously, and obediently followed Mag to leave.