As Lant's expression changed, a pink figure rushed out.
Lan Qiao snatched the tree root from Lant's hand, her face pale. "Brother! Don't listen to him anymore! This is a sacred tree! We were born thanks to the sacred tree, brother!"
"We have elven blood! How can we use the roots of the sacred tree to do these things?"
Lan Qiao was so anxious that she was incoherent.
Rand didn't say a word the whole time.
He just looked at Lan Qiao solemnly: "Sister, do you think it's amazing to have the blood of the elves?"
Lan Qiao opened her eyes wide and was speechless for a moment.
"If I didn't have elven blood, and if my mother was a dwarf, with my talent and strength, I should be the crown prince."
Lant said in a calm voice, "Ever since I can remember, I have been working hard in the forge day after day, year after year."
"But what did we get in return?"
“Everyone recognizes me, but no one recognizes me.”
Lan Qiao shook her head frantically: "That's not the case, brother...that's not the case..."
She grabbed Lant's sleeve, tears falling one by one: "Didn't you say that as long as father recognized you, you would be satisfied... Father has always recognized you! Recognized your talent, recognized your strength..."
"Lan Qiao."
Lan Qiao grabbed Lan Qiao's wrist with her backhand. His eyes were gloomy: "You don't understand."
Before Lan Qiao could speak, she was knocked unconscious by her brother. The root of the sacred tree in her hand fell off and was picked up by Lant.
After carrying Lan Qiao back into the house, he put away the tree roots and walked into the Dwarf King's forge.
At the door, the branches trembled gently.
After Lant left, Cookie the parrot flew into Chi Sui's yard.
"Father, brother."
Lanter knocked on the forge door.
At this time, the Dwarf King was just rotated out, and Zhu Xu took over the Dwarf King's job of forging the sword.
The Dwarf King felt that the emotions he had been affected had dissipated a little, and then he opened the door.
Lant stood at the door with some snacks in his hand: "Father, Sister Chi and the others are making cakes again. Let me bring some for you to try."
The Dwarf King has recently been very fond of the sweets made by Chi Sui and his friends. When he heard this, he planned to take the plate of pastries.
But he saw his son swallowing his saliva quietly, looking very greedy.
The dwarf king smiled and said, "Come in, let's eat together. Leave a few pieces for your mother and sister."
Lant smiled and followed the dwarf king into the house. As he closed the door, he said, "My sister still has some, and mother will keep her share."
The Dwarf King smiled immediately and put the cakes away after entering. Lant picked up a piece and said with a smile: "My brother is working now, so it might not be convenient for him. I'll go feed him. He must be hungry too."
The dwarf king nodded immediately, took a piece of butter cookie and stuffed it into Lant's hand: "Give this to him too."
Lant smiled and walked slowly inside.
"Zhu Xu."
Lant walked over to Zhuxu and put the pastry to his mouth.
Zhu Xu was stunned. He felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sweating all over...I'll eat later."
He had just taken a rotation and was not deeply affected by the negative emotions in the stone.
Lant smiled and said, "Father asked me to bring it to you. Eat it."
When Zhuxu heard that it was the Dwarf King who asked him to bring it, he smiled and opened his mouth to bite it.
Unexpectedly, the pastry broke and fell into the high-temperature oven.
Lant exclaimed softly, "Stop quickly and check if there's any impurities on the material... It's not good to have any..."
Zhuxu was a serious man. He stopped immediately after hearing this. Lant pointed to a corner in the materials and said, "Look, is it there?"
Zhuxu stopped and took a look, and it was true.
The ingredients and pastry crumbs were melted together by the high temperature, and Zhuxu was suddenly in a dilemma.
Lant took over the work from Zhuxu. He smiled and said, "Go and see if it affects the shadow. I'll take over for you for a while."
Zhuxu was unwilling to let go.
Lant added, "This stone recognizes its owner. Why are you worried? I'll just take care of it for a while. Once you've fixed the problem, you can continue."
Zhuxu then let go and went to check the materials.
Lant lowered his eyes.
The tree root was successfully thrown into the stone. Just as the root was about to merge with the stone, a slender big hand pinched the root.
Lant's pupils shrank. It was Long Xi.
Long Xi picked up the tree root and looked down at Lant's pale face.
Chi Sui's voice came from outside the house: "Yor, Arthuran, let's talk."
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