“I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe it, try it.” Then he stretched and sat on the table, and this gentleman was about to… What a pervert.
“Older brother.” I turned my whole body up, shouted until now, still a bit hoarse, realized that I was still in the library, still affecting everyone around. I bow my head and apologize to all for my noise and historyless actions.
Furthermore, I just found a book about dwarves. They live in glass mushrooms that only grow on Mount Elin. From what it says, dwarves are real farmers; they are diligent; patient; kind. In addition, the book also speaks obviously about their capacity.
Once upon a time, a long time ago when god created this world, not the first human or werewolf (it's different from what I've heard and what I know in the past), the little people That baby even appeared before us.
Following were werewolves and then humans, the short guys always have an exceptional view for humans and werewolves.
Hmm, why is that? I should keep reading this old book, it must have an explanation, this is for sure.
I stared at each line, each word, the important thing was that if I missed a word, it would be like a butterfly effect.
Humans are sentimental species, easy to like and hate a person's word, easy to be mentally broken because of an evaluation, also easy to believe a stranger's words and trust that through appearance, a greedy species and most brutal.
Werewolves, almost all of them short-tempered and irritable, are also very sensitive; what makes them different is their sincere heart, their heart only opens once in a lifetime. If the wolf mate dies, the wolf will die too, they are not greedy like humans.
So even werewolves at that time did not need support from dwarves. That support is the spiritual side. With their magic, those little people went deep into the subconscious; into the deep black hole to heal the pain, pull them out of the demon.
The only downside is that the dwarves are easily fooled. Ax, he said he and his friends were fooled, so it must be true. I thought for a while and then turned the next page again.
This page and the pages that follow are all about culture, holidays, and houses (houses of the dwarves quite surprised, I thought they would live in small wooden houses like the dwarfs in the Bach story). Snow, they live in houses that look like mushrooms)… Though I haven't seen anything of what I wanted to find out, thinking on the positive side I've learned a little better about lovable dwarves, I mean counting character, they must be very friendly. Hope it's what's in the book.
Immersed in their world in a book without realizing someone had put on my table a piece of rose cake, if not for the wonderful scent; I didn't realize it and took my eyes off the book.
“Am I bothering you?”
Really, the first thing I wanted to say when I met her was “pretty girl”, she is more beautiful and has better stuff, I still recognized her. This is a testament to the saying “a mother of one child looks worn out”, so excellent!
“Dulcie, you… Should you go back to bed and rest?” Although she looks very healthy, my eyes see that she is even more beautiful, this does not dispel the fact that she has just had a baby and childbirth is very painful.
Dulcie laughed subtly, and she sat down in the chair across from me, pushing the plate of cakes closer to me.
“You're so cute, Lowa.”
My face was quite hot when she said this, being praised by a beautiful woman is more fun than being praised by a certain guy. I tried to keep myself from laughing.
“You… I just gave birth to a baby! Take care of your health a bit.” I shyly said neither big nor small.
“I'm a mage, but magicians have a special physique compared to ordinary people and other magic users.”
“Then I won't worry!” I seemed to have removed a ton of stones from my body, cheerfully replying.
“Are you here to read a book?”
Dulcie shook her head, tilted slightly to the left, smiling happily: “No, I came to thank you!”. Before I could react, she walked over to me, holding my hands lightly, her eyes sparkling like a lake at sunrise.
“You've been a midwife for me, helping you and your baby to be round and square.”
“No sister. Everyone helps me, I haven't given birth and haven't seen a midwife before, so…”
“I know, but the biggest credit still is yours.”
“Thank you, Lowa.”
“I…” She didn't let me finish her sentence and took the plate of cake on the table and placed it in my palm.
“Can you eat it, I don't know whether it suits your taste or not?” Looking at the person in sight, it was impossible to refuse, Dulcie also worked hard to make this cake, I saw a burn on her finger.
I put in my mouth a large piece of cake, chewed slowly, trying to enjoy it to the fullest.
Uhh?? This cake is not ordinary… Not only delicious but also…
I look at my changing hand, the calluses, and scars are slowly disappearing.
“I have not a high level of ability, so I can only do this much. After all, it's a girl, who doesn't like to have her hands supple, I just wish I could do better, don't criticize me.”
Criticize? Why criticize? Over great is the other side. My eyes were filled with tears of emotion, I couldn't help but hug her, I must say it was great, she gave me something so precious.
“Thank you, I love it.”
Our relationship goes one step further. Thank you for giving me a gift above all gemstones.
Humans and werewolves… Is it possible? To hope..