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Chapter 60 Chapter 60. Susan Spinning Machine

"The 0-ring trick is smoky." Michael observed the goblin's blackened face, "but it has been healed."

"It's my fault..." Annan apologized, "I wanted to recruit you, but because of some circumstances I couldn't do it myself, so I had to entrust others."

He also couldn't blame Michael and Flora for their help.

Annan's voluntary admission made the smart goblin feel better, but he firmly refused to recruit: "Maybe you are different from other humans, but we will not accept recruitment."

Dirty-faced goblin also said: "We goblins will never fight for humans!"

"It's not fighting, it's manufacturing." Annan corrected their misunderstanding.

"What is manufacturing?"

"What is it made of?"

asked the two goblins at the same time.

"I want to improve the spinning wheel, and I need help. I know that goblins are very smart, and they are best at working with machines."

The dirty-faced goblin puffed up his thin chest for praise: "This human looks very sensible, we can help him!"

"Have you forgotten who made you huddle in your lair and cry all day?" The smart goblin shut up his unsteady companion and said to Annan, "Sorry, we won't help humans do anything."

"You guys have contacts with human caravans, right?" Annan asked.

"Caravans are different..."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You always have to buy supplies from the caravan. Do you have enough money?" Annan looked at the dirty leather armor and sharpened wooden spears of the two goblins and said, "I will pay for it."

"How many?"

The wise goblin's eyes suddenly emitted greed similar to that of the blue dragon.

"Not sure yet...but it shouldn't be less than a few dozen gold coins."

"Really?"

"real."

Annan was ready to use his words and even persuade the goblin to go back to the lair, but the smart goblin agreed to him very happily: "I will go with you! But I have to talk to my companion first."

"We are waiting for you here."

The smart goblin dragged the dirty-faced goblin into the thatched hut, muttering, "Go back and tell the tribe that I followed humans to see the outside world. Don't say that humans took me away, and don't say that humans promised to pay me. If humans use Kill me when you are finished, you will bring disaster to the ethnic group if you ask for rewards. But if the ethnic group is really short of money...tell the matter to those caravans."

"Remember?"

"Remember." The dirty-faced goblin realized that his companion was leaving, and pulled his tattered leather armor: "I don't want you to go..."

"Humans won't let me stay..."

The clever goblin pushed aside his companion's hand, got out of the thatched hut, looked into the depths of the forest with nostalgia, returned to the carriage and raised his head and said, "I'm ready."

Annan looked at the goblin who was walking forward: "Do you want to walk to Breeze City?"

"Would you like me to get in the car?" the smart goblin asked strangely.

"Why don't you want to..." Annan looked at Michael and said after getting permission, "Come on up."

The goblin climbed into the wagon flattered to avoid leaving a dirty mark on the clean blanket.

The mage tower wagon without a driver turned around and carried them back to Breeze City.

Cleverly huddled in the corner by the car door, he didn't even look back at his companion standing at the intersection.

This kind of cowardice makes the smart ones in this goblin seem to be indistinguishable from ordinary goblins.

"What's your name?" Annan asked it.

"My name is Dolly."

"He is Michael and I am Annan."

Annan eased the goblin's timidity with words: "Michael said that the goblin is like a warlock with a talent for casting spells. You also have a talent for machines, don't you?"

Talking about the advantages of the ethnic group, Dora proudly raised his head that was lowered after getting into the car: "We do have extraordinary talents in machines. Even if you bring Dora here, you can complete the machine you want."

"Then why do you still use such primitive wooden spears?"

The goblin's wide, drooping ears were almost pricked up, although it could be heard that Annan was asking rather than belittling: "A weapon is not a machine!"

Annan said nothing.

The goblins in the backcountry are relatively ignorant. Who knows if the southern goblins will have created such things as muskets, steam engines, and airships.

The clever Dole began to realize that Annan and Michael's attitude towards it was not like other humans, so he boldly asked, "Will the female mage who attacked us be punished?"

Michael pondered for a while: "No...Flora came to help me, but she messed up."

"Don't get lost." Annan comforted the goblin who felt the gap, "The status of a mage's apprentice is higher than that of many ordinary rich people. In the eyes of a mage, there is no difference between a goblin or a commoner."

Michael suspected that Annan was belittling Warlock in front of him fighting back.

This kind of reassurance didn't work on the smart goblin, who knew that the mage looked down on lowly goblins.

Annan had no choice but to continue to comfort it, race doesn't mean anything.I have seen the noblest goblins, and the most despicable protoss.

"I... God, oh... I... I don't know, I'll remember this..." Dole laughed and cried like he was crazy.

Annan looked at Michael with an expression of "Is the effect too good?"

"This is the charm of Warlock." Michael said with a smile, "This sentence is very good, let Bronzebeard know that she may drag you to drink all day."

Dole, who was encouraged by Annan, did not return to being a noisy goblin, but he was still active a lot.After eating the food that was allotted to him, Dole asked Annan who was reading enviously: "Can I read it?"

"No, I'm still reading this one." Annan took out a book from the side and handed it to the disappointed goblin: "You can read this one first? But remember to wipe your hands first."

In addition to books and handkerchiefs, Dole's goblin heart was warmed up, and he accepted them gratefully.

On the way back, only Annan was always worried about being attacked, but when the towering but insignificant Mage Tower in Breeze City appeared on the horizon, even Annan regained his tranquility.

The carriage returned unimpeded to the Morrowind Tavern.

Annan first signed a contract with Doré in the guest room on the second floor, specifically for Doré to make spinning machines for Annan, and Annan had to pay for each one he made.

This kind of contract only has the legal significance of the Kingdom of Rakan, and is not bound by mysterious forces.

After writing their names in the common language on the contract and pressing their fingerprints, Annan told Dole the idea of ​​the spinning jenny.

"You have a goblin head!" Surprised Dole subconsciously praised, and said in panic, "I didn't mean that..."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Dole looked up at Annan blankly: "Don't you feel offended?"

"People here say that the goblin is the master of the machine, why is it offensive to be praised by the master?"

This made the goblin more intoxicated than pure praise, as drunk as ale wine.

"Have you figured out what your name is?" Michael asked.

Annan thought of Aunt Susan in Pinglin Town.

"Just call it the...Susan Spinning Machine."

(End of this chapter)