The Romantic Life of a Goblin

From this we can see that, as the store owner said, it is indeed difficult for them to take on new business in a short period of time.

After Alan pondered for a moment, he smiled at the shop owner, narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded slightly:

"In that case, that's fine. Let's come and visit again after some time."

The furniture store owner obviously didn't want to miss any potential customer opportunities. He said enthusiastically: "In fact, you can pay a part of the deposit first, so that once we complete the current busy wave of orders, we can immediately start to carefully create the furniture you need."

However, Allen shook his head slightly to refuse, and asked curiously: "Then may I ask, when do you expect these works to be finished?"

The furniture store owner estimated in his mind and replied, "Well...it will take at least a month or half a year, maybe even two months. Because it also includes many delicate tasks such as decorative sculptures! But, you never know what will happen. If everything goes well, it may be completed ahead of schedule. After all, there are rumors that the Earl will move into the castle soon."

Hearing this news, Alan couldn't help but secretly calculate in his heart: "Does it take so long? A full month and a half..."

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head again, and then said to the boss firmly: "Okay, if I still need to buy furniture by then, I will definitely visit your store again."

After saying this, Allen and his group left the furniture store.

Before stepping out of the door, they couldn't help but look back. In the middle of the yard, the artist named Nelson was gracefully pointing his orchid finger at a stone slab.

Although from the outside, this artist has delicate features, handsome looks and is quite handsome; but for some reason, people always feel that he exudes a sissy and feminine aura. Compared with Ansel, the elf boy who is as bright and charming as the warm spring sun, there is a world of difference between him and him.

Allen: "This artist looks quite showy."

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Although we failed to purchase the required decoration materials, the rest of the tasks of this trip were generally completed smoothly.

After everyone said goodbye to the tavern owner, Alan not only paid a whole year's rent in advance, but also deliberately preserved the room where Winnie once lived, so that it could serve as their important base in this town in the future.

After packing all his belongings, Alan began to prepare for his return trip.

The amount of materials to be transported on the return journey was significantly more than when they came here. For this reason, Corolla went to the guild and purchased a strong packhorse and a sturdy cart.

Including the two majestic troglodytes they brought with them when they first arrived, they now had three fully loaded carts. Each cart was packed tightly with no space at all.

One of the carts even had a huge iron stove used specifically for boiling water. Its huge size occupied more than half of the space in the entire carriage; the rest of the space was filled with various pots and pans, clothes, practical tools, daily necessities, etc.

Alan skillfully used his unique Force skills to easily establish mental communication with the packhorse and achieve precise and error-free control.

In this way, there was no need for him to personally ride the horse. The horse would obey his command and obediently follow the crowd, slowly and steadily walking out of the town.

Ansel, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but marvel at Alan's ability to use such magical and strange "magic" to control animals.

At the same time, it also made him more expectant and confident about successfully capturing the extremely ferocious Barbarian Jaw Dragon.

The hotel owner stood at the door, following Winnie and her group until they disappeared from his sight. Then he slowly turned around and walked into the hotel.

However, the moment he stepped into the store, he felt like he was struck by lightning. He slapped his forehead and thought to himself, "Oh no!"

It turned out that he remembered something extremely important - when Winnie disappeared mysteriously, he was extremely anxious and asked someone to send an urgent letter to the royal capital to inform Winnie's daughter of the matter.

But now that Winnie had returned safely, he had completely forgotten to ask whether he needed to send another letter to let her know that she was safe.

Thinking of this, the hotel owner couldn't help but feel upset and blamed himself for being so careless.

At the same time, two majestic dragon carriages and an exquisite and elegant carriage slowly drove out of the quiet and peaceful town and drove into the dense and deep forest. The vehicles moved slowly along the winding road, like a long and agile dragon shuttling through the green.

Because Alan's powerful Force can skillfully control the animals around him, making these creatures that might have posed a threat to the convoy become docile and well-behaved, there is no need for each vehicle to be equipped with a dedicated driver.

So, everyone gathered in the first car, enjoying the rare leisure time and chatting happily.

Carola sat quietly by the side, helplessly watching Winnie and Ronelle excitedly and eloquently telling all kinds of strange stories and opinions, and she felt overwhelmed.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes, looked up at the sky, sighed deeply, then reached out and pulled the elf boy next to him who was also blushing and embarrassed.

"Hey, let's talk about the Brute Jaw Dragon."

Carola suggested with a wry smile.

Ansiel shook his head as if waking up from a dream, trying to free himself from those absurd remarks and refocus his attention. He cleared his throat and said seriously:

"After some investigation, I found that the range of the Brute Jaw Dragon is most likely located in the western part of this forest..."

Alan also joined the discussion: "Can you find its nest?"

Corolla said in a serious tone: "That Brute Jaw Dragon is a huge creature! Its body is so huge that its demand for food is naturally astonishing. Because of this, they often need to migrate around to find enough food sources. And this Brute Jaw Dragon does not seem to have a specific and fixed nest."

After hearing this, Ansel nodded thoughtfully and said, "Well... In that case, perhaps we can start from the remains of the animals it ate to trace the clues of its activities."