Chapter 84 Mr. Garland Mage is very immoral
Stay one night in a small hotel at the foot of the mountain.
Darien looked in the direction that Lianna pointed. It was a row of small wooden houses. From a distance, it looked like a small brown dot, not far from the lake, surrounded by lush green grass and wild flowers.
He thought the proposal sounded good.
"If we need anything, we'll knock on the door." Darien nodded at her. "Do you serve dinner there?"
"Of course! We have the most delicious smoky spicy salami, cheese fondue, and if Uncle Mattia kills a rabbit, there will be a rabbit stew as well," said Liana.
"That sounds good," Darien said. "We'll come visit during dinner."
"Okay! Do you need a horse ride? We also provide horse rental services." Lianna continued.
"It's not necessary now, let's do it tomorrow." Darien thought for a moment and said.
They had talked enough, so Lianna didn't bother them anymore and rode her pony towards home.
Now it's time to enjoy the beautiful scenery.
Darian and Sevier walked towards the mountains. They were walking uphill, which was a little difficult to climb.
Mrs. Fitch and Fitch did not join them, but walked towards the lake, picking flowers as they went.
Darien walked on the steep slope at a slow pace, looking up at the sky from time to time. There were eagles circling in the sky.
Not far away there were groups of white sheep, just like clouds from the sky floating onto the green grass, being blown slowly back and forth.
The sky was too blue and a little dazzling. After Darien raised his head for a while, he felt his eyes a little sore, so he sat down and rubbed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that Seville, who had been left far behind, had caught up with him, holding a bunch of wild flowers in his hand, colorful, big and small.
"Why are you picking so many flowers?" he asked Seville.
"Would you like a wreath?" Sewell asked with a smile. "I just saw a circle of wild flowers on Miss Lianna's straw hat. The flowers are small, but very beautiful."
"I didn't notice, you were watching so closely," Darien said.
He didn't say no nor did he say yes, but he wanted it in his heart.
And Seville can often grasp his heart.
"Dear master, can we sit here and rest for a while? From this position we can see the beautiful snow-capped mountains and overlook the beautiful lake. It only takes the time to weave a wreath." Sewell said.
"Okay, I'll agree reluctantly," Darien said.
So they sat down, and Sewell scattered the flowers on his knees and began to weave a wreath.
Darien looked not at the snow-capped mountains nor at the lake, but at Sewell weaving a wreath.
"I don't like red very much, so braid less. I like purple and yellow, and this orange one is also fine." He not only looked, but also pointed.
"Okay, dear master." Seville picked out the red flowers and put them aside. They would not be thrown away, but would become a bouquet in his hands.
Darien got bored after watching for a while. Weaving a wreath just involves twisting the stems of all the flowers together. The process is boring and not interesting at all.
So he stood up, jumped on the spot, and then looked around to see if there was anything interesting.
He actually found a groundhog hole.
Not far from the rock where they were sitting, under a patch of soft grass, lived a groundhog named Luca.
Like every afternoon, Luca the groundhog was sleeping on his soft bed, dreaming of the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes. Just as he was eating with great enthusiasm, a stone fell from the sky and hit his butt.
Although Luca has thick hair and a big, thick butt, it doesn't mean that it won't hurt when stones hit him.
Tomato's sweet dream was interrupted, his butt was a little sore, and groundhog Luca was furious!
Just as he sat up and prepared to climb out, the second stone fell and hit him on the forehead.
Ahhhhh——
Who on earth is that! Luca the Groundhog screamed!
Darien felt around for a while among the small stones on the grass, not feeling ashamed of his behavior at all. Every once in a while, he would throw a small stone in to see if the groundhog was home.
When the third pebble was thrown, a furry butt suddenly popped out of the hole.
Yes, not a head, but a plump butt.
"Sevier, come here quickly!" Darien immediately called for external help.
"What's wrong, dear master?" Sewell was just finishing up the wreath, so he collected the flower stems as he walked.
"I thought this was a groundhog's hole, but why is this thing in front of me?" Darien tried to reach out and poke the groundhog Luca's butt.
"Maybe it's because this groundhog has his own ideas," Sewell replied.
As he finished speaking, he had just hidden the last flower stem into the wreath.
Darien was squatting on the ground when he suddenly felt something pressing on his head. He reached out and touched it, and found it was a wreath.
There was a rustling sound from the hole in the ground in front of them. After being poked, Luca the groundhog finally managed to turn his body around, revealing his face and glaring at the two of them.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp! Chirp, chirp! Chirp!"
Don't you know this is someone else's home? Why are you throwing stones inside? It's extremely immoral to disturb someone's sleep!
"Is it angry?" Darien said to Sevier.
"It seems so," Sevier replied.
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"
Foolish humans! Do you know who you are talking to? You are talking to the great groundhog warrior Luka! Watch your attitude!
"What is it saying? It looks a little silly." Darien said to Sevier.
"I'm sorry, master, I'm not a mouse and can't understand what it says. Maybe Mrs. Fitch will know." There was an apology in Sewell's voice.
It was obvious that neither of them took the Groundhog Warrior Luka seriously.
The angry groundhog Luca decided to teach them a lesson.
“Ah—ah—ah—”
Darien and Sevier's eardrums vibrated simultaneously.
The groundhog, with only half of its head sticking out of the burrow, screamed, successfully making them deaf for a moment.
"It's so noisy." Darien covered his ears.
Luca the groundhog suddenly burst out of his hole and started screaming and jumping around their feet like some kind of tribal war dance. He looked very angry.
"Dear master, what were you doing just now?" Seville asked suddenly.
"Hmm..." Darien quietly dropped the pebble in his hand. "I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything."
Luca the groundhog ruthlessly exposed him, picked up the pebbles he had quietly thrown away, and threw them on his forehead and buttocks. After throwing them away, he started squeaking again.
"It seems that you have done something bad and made Mr. Groundhog very angry." Sewell said, looking at Luca, the groundhog who was complaining below.
"I didn't." Darien didn't want to admit it.
“Chichichichichi!”
You obviously have it! Damn human!
"Are you sure?" said Sewell. "It seems to be saying you hit it with a rock."
"How do you know?" Darien stared at him with wide eyes. "You're not a mouse! You can't understand its speech."
"Its meaning is very clear. I think you should apologize to it, otherwise it will keep dancing angrily at your feet." said Sewell.
"Hmm. So what should I do? It doesn't seem to understand. Do you have any cookies?" Darien said.
"Yes, I brought some oatmeal cakes." Sewell nodded.
Darien looked at him. Mr. Crow was wearing a black suit and had empty hands. He didn't know where he could fit the oatmeal cookies.
Sewell pulled a pack of oatmeal cookies from his coat pocket. Darien was disappointed. Was it just in his pocket?
"Give it to me," Darien said.
Sewell handed the biscuit over, and Darien opened the paper wrapper and ate one himself first.
“Chichichichi!”
Compensate me for the tomatoes! Compensate me for the tomatoes! Luca the groundhog cried angrily.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thrown pebbles into the hole to see if there was a groundhog in it. I shouldn't have disturbed your life. I feel a little sorry, so I'll treat you to some cookies. Can you forgive me?" Darien handed over two oatmeal cookies.
“Chichi!”
Here you go! Luca the groundhog grabbed each one with his paw, sat down and began to eat the apology gifts.
Darien had never seen a groundhog eat, so he sat next to it and watched with curiosity as the groundhog held the biscuits in both hands and flattened them with its big teeth.
Sewell came over and handed the remaining red flowers to Darien: "For you."
Darien took a look and took it. "Thank you. They are very red and have many petals."
"Your compliments are a little insincere," Sewell said.
Darien said, "Don't meddle in the master's affairs."
Sewell shut up.
Darien took the bouquet in his hand, fiddled with it for a few times, and then caught a glimpse of the groundhog's round head.
So he had a bold idea.
Darien imitated the way Seville had just made a wreath, clumsily trying to weave the stems of two flowers together, and then stacking one flower after another, gradually taking shape of a wreath.
Seville watched without saying a word to interrupt, the joy in his heart almost bursting out.
This is like making a wreath for him! Is he getting a gift too? So what should he say? Should he say thank you and I appreciate it, or thank you and I appreciate it very much?
Darien quickly finished making the wreath. However, since there weren't many flowers, the whole wreath looked a bit sparse and not very pretty.
He casually placed the wreath on the head of the groundhog Luca.
Because it was a bit big, Luca the groundhog just raised his head and moved twice, and the wreath fell off and hung around his neck.
"This is for you. It's also one of my apology gifts." Darien clapped his hands, feeling in a good mood at the moment.
Compared to his good mood, some people were not in such a good mood.
Sewell froze.
He had just prepared to lower his head to receive the wreath, but he never expected that he would lose to a groundhog.
His dearest master wore a wreath of flowers he had woven on his head, a wreath woven with the flowers he had picked, and put it on the head of a groundhog who only knew how to eat.
"My dear master, where is mine?"
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