Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Just a wall apart, Lake and Polo were stunned by the sudden scene.

"Polo, why did that knife grinder suddenly... commit suicide?"

"Is this some kind of magic? Why does Hans say it's lucky?"

Polo listened to Hans's conversation with the knife grinder, his mind somewhat confused.

Polo vaguely felt a little familiar, but it was difficult to confirm.

At least from his perspective, the knife grinder's behavior was indeed no different from suicide. He didn't make any contact with Hans at all.

He just drew his knife, fell down, the knife cut him, and then... he kicked the bucket himself.

"That's good, saves us the trouble of doing it ourselves."

Polo curled his lip and began to retreat.

After all, it wasn't good to be caught in the act after peeking at someone else's secret.

"Yeah."

Lake had no objection either.

But just as the two, one person and one wolf, were preparing to leave the house before Hans.

"Clang——"

Crap.

The knife grinder's house was messy, and the corner of Lake's cloak knocked over a metal bottle.

The crisp sound was extremely clear in the darkness.

"Who's there?"

Hans was stunned and quickly walked out of the hall.

Facing Lake and Polo, who were still in place, six eyes met.

"Uncle Hans, what a coincidence, haha."

Lake blinked, she had already taken off her hood, her delicate face showing a well-behaved smile, ready to muddle through.

"Good evening, Mr. Hans."

Polo hid his body in the darkness, only his eyes still flashing with a faint green light.

"Uh, it's you guys."

Hans's gaze lingered on the girl's face with surprise, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, he felt that such a cute girl wouldn't have any bad intentions, and he couldn't feel any hostility or vigilance in his heart.

So, he returned to his previous weak tone:

"What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep, came out for a stroll?"

Polo said casually.

"Polo was making a fuss about going out to play, so I brought him out!"

Lake quickly followed up.

Hans was stunned, looked at Lake, and then looked at Polo at Lake's feet. After a while, he shook his head and laughed:

"Okay, but I don't have the hobby of going out to play in the middle of the night. As for what I'm doing here... you should have seen it too."

As he said, Hans shrugged and gestured to the hall where the knife grinder's body was, "Whether it's murder or acting for justice, anyway—I killed that guy."

Looking at Hans's frankness, Polo and Lake were stunned.

"Okay, actually, we were going to kill that guy tonight too, but you came earlier..."

Lake thought for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Hans, why did that knife grinder suddenly... fall and die?"

After all, the probability of this happening was almost non-existent.

"This, is related to my 'luck'..."

Hans touched the messy stubble on his chin, "For me, it's more like a curse of 'misfortune'——

But I think, if you really want to hear it... it's better to go back to the tavern first."

"Okay."

Hearing this, Lake could only nod.

The few people once again quietly climbed out from the window.

As for the knife grinder's body?

Perhaps it would only be discovered when it stank?

After all, no matter where such a person was, no one would care about his life.

And Hans's methods didn't even require the corpse to be disposed of.

……

Tavern, inside the room.

The oil lamp was lit, flashing a dim light.

Hans took a deep drink from the wine bottle, his eyes uncertain, as if thinking about where to start.

On the other side, Lake supported her face expectantly.

Polo, who was in her arms, was also deep in thought.

Lucky guy... Hans... and the knife grinder?

"Do you want to hear me tell a fairy tale first?"

Polo suddenly spoke first.

"Fairy tale?"

Lake knew Polo's abilities, knew that Polo might indeed have some guesses or clues, so she nodded happily, "Okay, Polo!"

So, under the gaze of Hans and Lake, Polo recalled slightly, and then began to speak:

"This story is called... Lucky Hans."

……

The story of Lucky Hans was also one of the fairy tales that Polo had seen in his previous life.

As for its content, it was about a young man named Hans who worked for an employer for seven years and received a piece of gold the size of his head as a reward.

But this gold... was exchanged several times along the way.

Using gold to exchange for a horse, a horse for a cow, a cow for a pig, a pig for a goose, a goose for a grindstone——

Finally, the stone fell into the well.

Hans could only return to his poor home empty-handed.

But even so, Hans still hummed a song, he felt that he was the luckiest person in the world!

……

"Hans's stone accidentally fell into the well, but he was happy because of it.

Because, he felt that he had gotten rid of the burden. In the end, he continued on his way easily and happily and returned to his mother's home."

Polo finished saying the last word, smacked his lips, and said,

"Sounds like... an optimistic person, isn't it?"

Lake nodded, "Is this story about how only optimistic people are the luckiest?"

"Maybe..."

Polo replied casually, shifting his gaze to Hans.

But he saw Hans's eyes widen, full of horror!

"I haven't said it yet, how did you know?!"

But then, Hans calmed down, thought about it, just like Polo's previous judgment of Hans's abilities.

In this world, most inexplicable things are related to magic.

It's not strange that the wolf in front of him can speak and use magic.

"Well... you should have some magic, right?"

Hans guessed.

"So, you really are... Lucky Hans?"

Although he had a premonition, Polo was still a little surprised.

"Yes, the story you told is very similar to mine, but... no one in the world would lose everything and still smile."

As he said, Hans sighed, pointed to his face, "Do you think my luck is obtained through 'optimism'?"

I worked for a duke in the Kingdom of Sino for seven years. I ate the hardest bread, slept on thin straw, and did... the heaviest work.

He didn't want to pay me, maybe I would work there until I died without any reward.

But one day, the duke got drunk.

I seized that opportunity, and he really gave me a piece of gold.

Like your fairy tale, that gold was as big as my head."

"What happened later..."

Looking at Hans being a little silent, Lake couldn't help but ask.

But as soon as she thought of the two lonely graves in front of Hans's house, she realized that some results were self-evident.

"Later, like the knife grinder I met, I didn't keep the gold—it was plundered and became less and less, even if I chose a sparsely populated road."

Hans said, swallowing the last bit of wine in the bottle, "Overall, it's similar to what Mr. Polo summarized, but those exchanges were not 'voluntary' on my part.

In the end, I returned home empty-handed, working for seven years... with nothing.

My parents, the disease tortured them for many years.

And... um, the day before yesterday, they died.

If I could bring the gold back, maybe they wouldn't have suffered so many years of torment."

Hans shook his head,

"What is luck? If I could really bring the gold and improve my home, that would be luck!

Now I have nothing, I realize... I have always carried a curse.

I can make those plunderers as destitute as I am, but I myself, will never deserve to have anything!

Ha, how lucky!"

As he said, Hans put the empty wine bottle on the table, swayed out the door, and walked back to his room,

"Go to bed early, we have to continue tomorrow."

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The story of Lucky Hans comes from Grimm's Fairy Tales, telling the story of how a hardworking and optimistic young man, in a series of exchanges, seems to lose but ultimately gains happiness.

Hans served the owner for seven years, and when the term was full, he received a piece of gold equal to the size of his head as a reward.

He happily embarked on the road home, but encountered a series of seemingly incredible exchanges along the way.

First, he exchanged gold for a horse, but fell because he was not good at riding;

Later, a farmer exchanged his cow for the horse, on the grounds that the cow was more practical;

Then, a butcher exchanged a piglet for the cow, claiming that the piglet had greater potential;

After that, a young man exchanged a goose for the piglet, implying that the piglet might have been stolen;

Finally, a knife grinder exchanged only two stones—a grindstone and an ordinary stone—for Hans's goose, and gave him a stone that could knock straight nails as an extra gift.

As the journey progressed, Hans found that the burden on his shoulders became heavier and heavier, until the two stones accidentally fell into the well, and he was relieved, realizing true ease and freedom.

Although he eventually lost all material wealth, his heart was filled with unprecedented ease and joy.

Hans's story teaches us that happiness and luck are not in the amount of material things, but in the peace of mind and satisfaction with life.

Every seemingly loss-making exchange is actually a precious gift that life gives Hans, allowing him to learn to cherish the present.