I know very well that whether it's Harold, Kinsie, Juffie, Morris, or Rodney's sister, Carter Eva, they're all thinking about what happened that day.

Maybe right now, they're blaming me.

It's also possible that they are hating me.

But everything is fine, I am not Lei Feng, and I will not casually give my resources as gifts to others.

No matter what kind of funding, there is a price, and all I need is their loyalty.

It may be worthless now, but in the future, it will be useful.

......

......

During this time, I went to the old Patch's newly opened weapons shop, and it was indeed full of adventurers who came and went to buy loads and weapons, or build equipment and weapons.

In addition to the fact that business is booming, the second thing that is unique is that Old Patch no longer stands at the counter, but always stays in the forge room, taking orders and striking iron.

The one holding up the façade at the counter was his wife, Tracy.

Now, Tracey is no longer the sick bed, or trembling, pale patient, but full of red light, exuding a dwarven unique feminine charm from all over her body******** seeing that they are busy in a mess, I thought about leaving quietly like this, but I didn't want to, or was discovered by the sharp-eyed Tracey, she called me from afar, and dispersed the crowded crowd, and announced that the proofing began at this moment, and wanted to build weapons and equipment tomorrow.

Closing the door, Tracey thanked me before running to the forge and greeting Old Patch.

It didn't take long for me to hear the old Patch profiteer's treacherous smile: "Hey, hey, hey~ Xiaoyi, you're here?" ”

As soon as he turned his head, he was about to speak, but he was shocked by his appearance: his appearance has not changed much compared to when he was in Ari City, but the point is his hair, the traitor-like short hair in the middle, which is missing a piece of hair?

Uh, no, no, it's not just one piece missing......

I shifted my perspective to his ear and was shocked:, what about the back half of the hair?

Old Patch also seemed to notice that my eyes were a little wrong, and subconsciously touched my hair behind him, and then ripped it off, revealing a bright pale green bald head, and then, there was a miserable exclamation: "Ahhhhhh My hair! Why is it like this? ”

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......

Old Patch was a master of blacksmithing, but he knew nothing about human science.

He didn't even know that his hair would shrunk when exposed to heat, and when it came into flames, it would ignite and turn to ash at a very fast rate.

Perhaps he was so serious about building his weapons and equipment that he didn't even notice that his hair was burning.

But fortunately, he is wearing a wig, and the loss is not big, as long as he makes up for it.

Of course, that's what I thought.

But when I saw the almost desperate look in Old Patch's eyes, I wondered, how could a wig be so terrible for him?

At first, I thought it was just Old Patch's old fetish, but later, after listening to Old Patch's sad self-talk, I realized the truth of the matter.

It turned out that Old Patch had not had much hair since he was a child, and as he grew older, his hair did not increase but decreased, and then decreased and decreased, and lost and decreased, until he was six years old, he was bald, but not stronger.

In his way of speaking: when other children, with their short soft hair, walk happily in the fields and mountains, their head is like a raw potato, bare and glowing with a pale green light.

For this reason, old Patch once thought of giving up on himself, so he was bored in the house every day, and quietly made a potato.

However, at this time, he met the love of his life, Tracey, who had long black hair.

At that time, Tracey was a young girl who had just turned five, she was pure, beautiful, touching, and kind, but what attracted Old Patch the most was her long black hair.

Rather than rejecting Old Patchy Potato-head, like the other dwarven or goblin kids, Tracey approaches him and quickly becomes friends.

But Old Patch was a potato-headed, hairless by nature, and walked side by side with Tracey as if the goddess were with her potatoes.

As a result, the elder Patch gave up even more on himself.

But then, Tracey did something, not only moved Old Patchy to tears, but also recognized Tracey as the woman of his life - Tracey cut off half of her long black hair, braided it into a wig, and put it on Old Patch's head.

Although it was the first time to make a wig, whether it was a model or style, it was ugly, but the old Patch felt a happiness that he had never felt before.

After that, Old Patch never changed his wig, and has been wearing the ill-fitting and unsightly traitor's head until today.

After telling the story, Old Patch hugged Tracy's waist and began to cry and repent.

It was the first time I had seen Old Patch repent of his sins in such a way that he had burned his wig as a sin that would never be removed.

But think about it.,If the hero were me.,Perhaps,I'll be the same as him.。

Tracey didn't seem to be very good at comforting people verbally, she just kept touching Old Patch's face and back, and of course, the top of her head.

After old Patch cried, he began to be anxious again: "What to do, what to do?" It's a love gift from Tracey, and it burned out......"

He looked at me helplessly.

"Dirt!" A bunch of tic-tac-toe symbols had already been born on my forehead: "What's so sad about it, isn't your wife alive and well, I really want it, you can let her make you a wig again!" ”

"But, this wig is full of my countless fond memories......"

"Good memories are for remembrance, you can treasure this wig, you don't have to wear it every day, and, do you know, you look more than a hundred times more handsome without a wig than you do with a wig."

"Really?" Old Patch turned to Tracy and asked.

Tracey said affectionately: "Whether you wear a wig or not, in my heart, you will always be the most handsome." ”

"Oh, Tracey~~~"

"Oh, Patch~~~"

"Oh...... Fuck you! I scolded angrily in my heart, stopped caring about these two affectionate guys, turned around, and left directly.

After that, two days later, Milulu asked me what I had done to her uncle, who had taken off his wig.

I thought about it for a long time and told her deeply: "Love, this is the fucking power of love!" ”

"Love...... The power of ? Mi Lulu's eyes were in a trance, and she fell into deep thought.