Chapter 27 Gray Bag Beast

Gray was bound hands and feet by the "activated vines" summoned by old man Tyre. He was startled at first, then showed anger, roared and swung his arms vigorously, trying to get rid of the entanglement of the vines.

"Don't hurt Gray!" Joan hurriedly said to Grandpa, "It's my friend!"

"Friend?" The old man Tire looked deeply at Joan, his eyes were a little strange, "You mean that 'grey bag beast'?"

Joan had never heard the name "grey bag beast" from his grandfather, but it was not difficult to guess that he was referring to Gray, and nodded quickly: "Thanks to it for saving me, otherwise I would have died in the depths of the swamp."

"Well, there is such a thing, but if you think about it carefully, it is not impossible." Old man Tire stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "Grey marsupials are monsters that live in the depths of the swamp. There is a peculiar nature, occasionally mistaking creatures of other ethnic groups as their own relatives, taking care of each other as carefully as their own children, treating themselves as protectors, pouring all their love on each other, regardless of whether they are Willing to accept its care... It seems that the big guy treats you as his own child."

Joan had also been puzzled by Gray's kindness to him for no reason before, but now he suddenly realized after listening to his grandfather's explanation.

"Grandpa, Gray's nature is not bad, there is no need for you to hurt it."

"I don't want to hurt it, but most of the gray sacks are very stubborn and won't let the people they protect out of sight. You can't stay in the swamp forever, and you can't bring that scary monster back to town. What about it?" Old man Tire frowned in embarrassment.

"I'll talk to it in the past, maybe I can persuade it to go home." Joan walked towards the gray bag beast that was fighting with the vines.

Old man Tire instinctively raised his hand to stop him, but after thinking about it, he lowered his hand again.

Joan approached the gray bag beast, waved to it and shouted: "Grey! Gray! Be quiet, those vines won't really hurt you!"

The gray bag beast looked down at him, looking hesitant.

Joan turned around and shouted at her grandfather, "Put these vines away, Gray won't hurt me!"

"It's better not!" Candy said worriedly.

The old man Tire hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gave in to Joan reluctantly, interrupting the spell, and the vines activated by him retracted to the ground and turned into ordinary plants again.

Gray regained his freedom, with anger still on his face, pointing at the old man Tire and complaining to Joan: "Mogg!"

Joan almost laughed out loud, shook his head, and corrected gently but firmly: "That's not right, Gray, that old gentleman is not Mogg, he is my grandfather, a very nice and very Mott man."

Perhaps it was because of the subtle influence of being with Joan in the past two days, Gray had a little understanding of human language. After listening to Joan's explanation, although he looked at the old man with guarded eyes, he was no longer as full of it as before. resentment.

"Grey, grandpa is here to see me, and I have to go home."

Joan explained her difficulties to the gray bag beast, trying to persuade it to accept the reality of having to part. It is not easy to explain a complicated matter to the simple-minded gray marsupial. Fortunately, he has enough patience, and he has some understanding of Gray's language habits and ways of thinking. It took a full half an hour to help Gray finally understand why he couldn't stay in the swamp forever, why he wanted to return to his own kind, and why Gray couldn't accompany him to settle in a small town where humans lived.

Joan's efforts were finally not in vain. After making a promise that he would come back to visit it often, Gray the gray sack finally agreed to break up with him reluctantly. Before parting, he waved goodbye like Joan, and the six eyes couldn't help but burst into tears.

After saying goodbye to Gray, Joan continued on the road with her grandfather. It has gone a long way, but when I looked back, I still saw Gray standing in the same place, constantly waving his hands in the direction they were going away. The moonlight shone on it, casting a lonely silhouette.

"Poor Gray, if only we could bring him home," Conti said sympathetically.

"Not to mention that the town council and most residents will not allow such a monster to break into their lives, even if the villagers reluctantly agree, the gray-sacked beast cannot adapt to our human living environment and lifestyle, and sooner or later it will cause big trouble. " Guillaume Tell told the truth.

Joan completely agrees with Grandpa's views, but there is still a trace of unspeakable sadness in her heart, and she always feels that she owes Gray too much. He doesn't know how long his friendship with this gray marsupial can last, but as long as conditions permit, he will definitely abide by the promise he made before parting with Gray and come back to visit this special friend from time to time.

When it was almost midnight, Qiao An finally returned home and couldn't wait to boil water for a bath. After bathing, she felt relaxed and wished she could lie down on the soft bed immediately and sleep comfortably until dawn.

However, strong willpower forced Joan to give up the idea of ​​being lazy, drank a cup of potion soaked in "God's Tears" to relieve fatigue, and cheered up to rehearse the spells he had mastered ten times one by one. There is nothing to say about "Inner Vision", and "Frozen Ray" has been mastered very proficiently. As for "Mage Hand", after thousands of times of training to catch leeches during this period, all the details of spellcasting have been deeply imprinted on Joe. In An's mind, muscle memory has almost been formed, and he can retract and release freely without even deliberately maintaining concentration in casting spells.

According to the usual habit, when Joan practiced "Hand of the Mage", he always used some lead weights as training equipment. A weight of lead weighs about 5 pounds, which is just about the weight limit of the mage's hand. Today was a bit abnormal. Joan grabbed the lead weight with the hands of a mage, feeling unprecedented ease, and had an idea somewhere, telling himself that he could also pick up heavier objects.

Prompted by this whim, Joan remotely grabbed another lead weight with the mage's hand. His premonition was immediately verified. The two lead weights totaled 10 pounds, and they were easily grabbed by the invisible magic hand without any difficulty.

Joan scratched his head in wonder, and tried to grab the third, fourth, and fifth lead weights, all of which were successfully completed, which made him more curious and shocked, and continued to increase the upper limit of the weight until he grabbed the lead weight at the same time. Lifting eight lead weights—a total load of 40 pounds—felt a slight tingling on both sides of the forehead, and the strength of the remote control had reached the upper limit.

Fatigue and surprise made Joan unable to continue to focus. The moment his attention was slightly distracted, the mage's hand dissipated by itself, and the lead lumps accumulated on the palm of the force field fell to the floor.

Qiao An sat there for a long time and didn't understand what was going on. Why did the upper limit of the "Mage's Hand" suddenly increase by seven times? Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

He yawned, and had to admit that he couldn't think about this complicated problem in a state of physical and mental exhaustion, so he simply put aside his thoughts and went to bed, and it would not be too late to think about it tomorrow when he had enough energy.

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