Chapter 55: Who among the dwarves would call a hammer Vivian?
"You have to help me anyway." Glenn's loud voice finally lowered a little.
"You mean you lost your old friend? It's as important as your hand. Tell me, how did you lose it?" Darien's face was full of disbelief.
As far as he knew, Glenn treasured his hammer very much and had to hold it in his arms every night before he could fall asleep.
He took a closer look at Glenn's face and saw two huge dark circles under his eyelids. No wonder he was so irritable when he came in. It turned out that he hadn't slept well for several days.
"I don't know either," Glenn said with a very depressed expression. "One morning I woke up and found that my precious hammer had disappeared from under my covers. I turned over the entire bed, but there was no trace of it."
"Have you done any divination?" Darien asked.
"Yes, I asked Rosalie to do it. She said my precious hammer is on a relaxing vacation now." Glenn's expression became even more depressed.
"Hahahahahaha." Darien began to mock him mercilessly. "I think Rosalie means that your hammer finally gets some time to rest. It's usually so busy with work, and I think it would like to be away from you for a while."
"Hey! Stop laughing! Rosalie said something else!" Glenn's face was a little annoyed. "She said my hammer is in a comfortable but dangerous state. I'm sure this is a premeditated kidnapping. I suspect it's that old guy Arnold!"
"How much money did you give Rosalie? That's why the divination result is confusing." Darien believed that such divination was ineffective.
"Fifteen copper coins." Glenn's face was filled with obvious guilt. "I know it's a little low, but I have a fixed daily expenditure and my savings are all in the Goblin Bank..."
"Rosalie has had it really hard." Darien shook his head and sighed.
Having done business with Glenn for so many years, he already knew exactly what kind of miser he was. He didn't believe the nonsense that Glenn didn't have any working capital on hand.
"So I finally decided to come to you for help." Glenn scratched his head.
"It sounds like you're not planning on paying me." Darien sneered. "Sevier, collect the tea leaves and dry them. There's no need to serve the snacks."
Seville had just brought a pot of tea when he immediately backed away upon hearing this.
"Hey, hey, hey! Darian, you are a little too heartless! You should think about our business!" Glenn hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him.
"I have quite a bit of business. If I needed free help for every business, I would starve to death." Darien wouldn't be fooled.
"Okay. Let's discuss the reward for helping me get the hammer back. I can pay you 20 gold coins." Glenn raised his eyes and looked at Darien's expression cautiously.
"You old miser are willing to pay 20 gold coins for your hammer. Well, as an old friend, I should be more merciful to you and give you 15 gold coins. The other 5 gold coins can be regarded as a gift for your wedding." Darien said with a smile.
"Hey! My hammer is not my wife. I still want to marry a gentle and kind dwarf girl in the future." Glenn muttered softly.
"I don't know who named his hammer Vivian." Darien heard it.
"Let's get started! The sooner we get it back, the sooner we can start work! My orders have piled up to the ceiling!" Glenn blushed and changed the subject.
"Tsk tsk. Seville, put the tea leaves back into the teapot, give him a cup of tea, and bring me my divination tools." Darien called Seville again.
Sewell soon reappeared in the room, bringing back the pot of tea and the fortune-telling box used for finding things.
Glenn swallowed his tea nervously, so quickly that Sewell had to go to the kitchen and bring the kettle.
Darien was concentrating on his trinkets, which contained a pile of shiny wheat grains and a forked twig.
He picked up the box and shook the wheat grains evenly on the bottom. Then he picked up the small branch and began to paint on the flattened wheat grains.
He was drawing Glenn's hammer.
The wheat grains separated beneath the branches, and the shape of a hammer was quickly drawn, and then it was time to send Glenn into action.
Seville was finally able to stop adding water, and the pot of strong tea was diluted.
Glenn put down his teacup very nervously, then picked up the twig and threw it hard into the wheat box.
The pattern on the hammer was instantly broken up by the twig, and some grains of wheat were smashed out.
"Let me see." Darien carefully observed the direction of the branches and wheat grains.
This kind of divination is very mysterious. Only the diviner himself can tell what he has observed from it, and other diviners cannot judge.
"It's indeed a big trouble." Darien said.
"Will my precious hammer be okay?" Glenn rubbed his hands nervously.
"According to the divination results, your hammer is now wandering outside. It was stolen by a person with green skin. It should be located due north of your bed, in a dark place with water. This is all I can see for now," said Darien.
"Let me see... green skin, due north... dark, and with water." Glenn rubbed his hand over his beard.
"Can you remember anything?" Darien asked.
"It seems like something is wrong. Let me think about it." Glenn's hand moved from his beard to the top of his head.
"Sevier, did Mrs. Fitch bake oatmeal cookies? I think I smell the aroma of cookies. I want to eat some." Darien ignored him and turned to talk to Sevier.
"When I left the kitchen, Mrs. Fitch was putting the oatmeal banana cookies in the oven. They should be almost done now," Sevier replied.
"Glenn, you stay here and recall it slowly. We are going to the kitchen now. When you remember it, come to the kitchen to find us." Darien stood up from the chair and stretched his muscles.
He walked towards the kitchen with brisk steps. The closer he got to the kitchen, the stronger the smell of oatmeal cookies became, and the faster his steps became. When he was about to enter the kitchen, he felt like he was flying.
"Oh dear Darien, I knew you would come into the kitchen when the delicious cookies are out of the oven!" Mrs. Fitch had just taken the cookies out of the oven and was rubbing her apron with her little paws.
"Yes, I'm wherever the cookies are. They're sweet oatmeal banana cookies, I love them." Darien was completely mesmerized by the aroma of the cookies.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch the cookies on the baking tray, but Mrs. Fitch quickly slapped his hand away.
Sewell took the baking tray away.
"All you need to do now is sit over there and put these lovely biscuits on a plate and have them with tea. How about black tea?" said Mrs. Fitch.
In fact, it was to delay a little time. The freshly baked cookies were too hot. Mr. Wizard had no patience for delicious cookies. The hot cookies would burn his hands and mouth red.
The biscuits had been taken away, and the wizard had no choice but to obey. He moved his lips silently and sat down reluctantly at the small table by the window to wait.
Time seemed to be stretched out very slowly. Seville moved very slowly. It took him several minutes just to open the cabinet and take out the tea.
What followed was the more meticulous process of brewing tea and serving it on a plate, which seemed to be a test of Darien's patience.
Mrs. Fitch and Fitch were waving handkerchiefs over the cookies, blowing cool air onto the cookies so that the hot cookies fresh from the oven could cool down a little.
Darien held his chin and moved his fingers, and a cool and swift breeze came in from the window and blew directly onto the steaming biscuits.
Mrs. Fitch's handkerchief was nearly blown away. She quickly jumped up and grabbed it twice to save her precious handkerchief.
"Oh dear Darien..." She turned her head and put her hands on her hips to look at him.
"I don't know anything, I didn't do anything." The expression on Darien's face was very innocent.
It was he who did it, Sewell saw it all.
The biscuits were no longer so hot. Seville walked over quickly, put a few biscuits on a plate, and brought them over along with the tea. It was snack time.
The crispy, sweet and delicious oatmeal banana cookies put Mr. Wizard in a good mood. The weather in the wasteland was rare to be good today. The blue sky and the apple blossoms blooming in the garden outside became the accompaniment to this sweet dessert.
The edges of the oatmeal banana cookies are very crispy. The oats are roasted in the oven by charcoal fire until they are brown in color. The aroma of grains can be smelled when chewing them, and the sweetness of the banana is particularly obvious. You don’t even need to add a lot of sugar when making this dessert.
Darien happily ate a large piece of biscuit, took a sip of slightly astringent black tea to suppress the sweetness, and was about to pick up the second piece when the kitchen door was slammed open.
"Darian! I finally remembered who those clues were pointing to! Oh, it's the aroma of oatmeal cookies. I haven't eaten properly for almost the entire day. Give me two too!" Glenn pushed open the door and walked in. His eyes lit up when he smelled the aroma of the cookies.
He walked towards this side quickly, his goal very clear.
Before Darien could react, the plate in front of him was empty and the pig had stuffed all the biscuits into its mouth.
But the pig not only munched on the cookies but also savored them with relish, saying, "The cookies are well baked. It would be better if you could add a little more sugar, or even a little honey. I think they're not sweet enough."
Darien gritted his teeth and said, "If you think it's not sweet enough, make it yourself! Mrs. Fitch's cooking is the best!"
Mrs. Fitch said, "Oh dear Darien, you are always so sweet."
Sewell smiled and poured Glenn a cup of tea: "Please have some tea, Mr. Glenn."
Glenn took the cup and cried out in pain, "Hot, hot, hot, hot! This cup feels like a flint fresh from the furnace!"
Darien snorted, "Serves you right!"
Sewell refilled two plates with new cookies, one for each person. The one for Glenn was uglier.
Glenn paid no attention and continued stuffing cookies into his mouth.
Darien felt that the biscuits in his hand were not as fragrant as before, so he simply called Sevier over and stuffed the biscuits into his mouth. This was also a good solution.
After Glenn finished his meal, he began to recount what he had remembered: "I remember there was a man, no, I shouldn't say man, he was a goblin. I really disliked him. His name was Graeme. He once asked me to build him a pair of wings that could allow him to fly. He said this was an opportunity for me, to make him a flying goblin, and I had to make him wings as a share of the investment."
Darien said, "So this is what you mean by not wanting to pay?"
Glenn said, "That's right, this guy just doesn't want to pay!"
Darien said, "I want to sympathize with you, but I have to sympathize with myself first."
Glenn said: "Anyway, I rejected him, and he still hates me and is always trying to make trouble for me. There are still frogs living under my window that he threw in, and they croak every night."
Darien said, "It's confirmed it's him. Let's go find him now and get this resolved quickly. I can get the gold coins, and you can continue to complete your order."
Glenn said, "Let me burp first. I ate a few too many cookies, and now I have a burp stuck in my throat."
When Glenn finally got the burp stuck in his throat out, they stood in front of the gorse door again and went through it to find the goblin.
They passed through the gate and came to a small hut set into the stone wall, with a trickling stream in front of the hut.
"Ha, this is it!" Glenn put his hands on his hips and looked back and forth in front of the house.
"This is my first time visiting the goblins' residence. Their houses are so short." Darien stretched out his hand to measure the height. The small house embedded in the stone wall was only slightly taller than him.
"Graeme! Come out! I know you are hiding in the house! I also know that it was you who took my hammer! Don't hide in there and keep silent!" Glenn went up and banged on the door.
"Hey, Graeme is definitely not home now..." A small voice came from the woods next to the house.
"Who are you?" Darien turned around.
He saw a big bird squatting in a bird's nest. Its feathers were blue and it looked very beautiful.
"I'm his neighbor. My name is Robert. He went out earlier. He said he was going to pick mushrooms on Northwind Hill," said Robert.
"Since he's not here, this is a good opportunity. We should break down the door and go in to find my precious hammer," said Glenn.
"The door is made of stone. Breaking it down forcefully might not be the solution," Sewell said.
"I have a Molotov cocktail, but it'll bring the whole house down," Darien said.
"Oh no no no! This won't work! Building a house is so hard!" Robert screamed.
"Okay, let's go to Northwind Hill. Hopefully, it's not too far from here," said Darien.
"Okay, okay, when we catch Graeme, I'll have to make him compensate me for my lost wages." Glenn had no choice but to give up regretfully.
"North Wind Hill is not far from here. Your legs are long and you can get there quickly. It's over there." Robert in the tree pointed them in the direction.
"Thank you." Seville thanked it.
Following Robert's instructions, they soon arrived at the foot of the hill.
A green goblin lay stretched out in a pile of mushrooms.
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