Chapter 60 60. Susan Spinner
“The 0-ring trick is smoky.” Michael observed the goblin’s blackened face, “But it has been treated.”
"It's my fault..." Annan apologized, "I wanted to recruit you, but due to some circumstances I couldn't come by myself, so I had to entrust others."
He couldn't blame Michael for helping. Er and Flora.
Annan's proactive admission of fault made the smart goblins relax a lot, but they firmly refused to recruit: "Maybe you are different from other humans, but we will not accept recruitment."
The dirty-faced goblin also said: "We goblins will never fight for humans!"
"It's not fighting, it's making." Annan corrected their misunderstanding.
"What is manufacturing?"
"What is manufacturing?"
The two goblins asked at the same time.
"I want to improve the spinning wheel and need help. I know that goblins are very smart and are best at dealing with machines."
The dirty-faced goblin puffed up his thin chest with praise: "This human seems to be very sensible. We You can help him!"
"Have you forgotten who made you huddle in the nest and cry all day?" The smart goblin shut up his unsteady companion and said to Annan: "Sorry, we won't. Help humans with anything.”
“You have contact with human caravans, right?” Annan asked.
"The caravan is different..."
"That's not what I'm talking about. You always have to buy supplies from the caravan. Do you have enough money?" Annan looked at the dirty leather armor and sharpened wooden spears of the two goblins and said, "I will pay the reward."
“How much?”
The eyes of the smart goblin suddenly exuded a lust similar to that of the blue dragon.
"Not sure yet...but it should not be less than a few dozen gold coins."
"Really?"
"Really."
Annan was ready to waste words and even go back to the lair with the goblin to persuade him, but the smart goblin agreed to him very happily: "I'll go with you! But I have to talk to my companions first. Say something."
"We are waiting for you here."
The smart goblin pulled the dirty-faced goblin into the thatched house and muttered: "Go back and tell the tribe that I will follow the humans. Go see the outside. Don't say that humans took me away, and don't say that humans promised to kill me after using them. If you ask for rewards, it will bring disaster to the clan. I’m short of money... Just tell the caravans about this.”
“Remember?”
"Remember." The dirty-faced goblin realized that his companion was leaving and pulled his tattered leather armor: "I don't want you to leave..."
"Humans will not let me stay..."
The smart goblin took off his companion's hand, got out of the thatched hut, looked longingly into the depths of the forest, returned to the carriage, raised his head and said, "I'm ready."
Annan looked at himself The goblin walking forward: "Do you want to walk to Breeze City?"
"Will you let me get in the car?" The smart goblin asked strangely.
"Why don't you want to..." Annan looked at Michael and said after getting permission: "Come up"
The goblin climbed onto the carriage flattered to avoid leaving traces of dirt on the clean blanket.
The wizard's tower carriage without a driver turned around and took them back to Breeze City.
The wise man huddled in the corner by the car door, not even looking back at his companion standing at the intersection.
This kind of cowardice makes this smart goblin seem to be no different from ordinary goblins.
"What's your name?" Annan asked it. "My name is Dorai."
"He is Michael, and I am Annan."
Annan eased the goblin's timidity with words: "Michael I said that goblins are just like warlocks who have a talent for casting spells. You also have a talent for machines, right?” We do have extraordinary talent in machines. Even if you bring Dora, we can complete the machine you want."
"Then why do you still use such primitive wooden spears?"
The goblin's drooping wide ears almost stood up, although it heard that Annan was just asking rather than belittling: "Weapons are not machines!"
< br>Annan said nothing.
The goblins in the backcountry are relatively ignorant. Who knows if the goblins in the south may have already invented such things as muskets, steam engines, and airships.
The smart Dole began to realize that Annan and Michael's attitude towards it was not like other humans, and he boldly asked: "Will the female mage who attacks us be punished?"
Michael pondered for a moment: "No... Flora came to help me, but she messed up."
"Don't be disappointed." Annan comforted the goblin who felt the gap, "Mage The status of apprentices is higher than that of many wealthy civilians. In the eyes of mages, there is no difference between goblins and civilians."
Michael suspected that Annan was retaliating against his previous disparagement of warlocks.
This kind of comfort does not work for the smart goblin. It knows that the female mage looks down on the lowly goblin.
Annan had no choice but to continue to comfort it, race didn't mean anything. I have seen the noblest goblins and the meanest agnostics.
"I...god, oh...I...I don't know, I will remember this sentence..." Dole cried and laughed like crazy.
Annan looked at Michael with an expression of "Isn't the effect too good?"
"This is the charm of a warlock." Michael said with a smile, "This is a good sentence, letting Bronzebeard know that she may have to drag you to drink all day long."
< br>Dolai, who was encouraged by Annan, did not return to being a noisy goblin, but he was still a lot more active. After finishing the assigned food, Dorai enviously asked Annan who was reading: "Can I read it?"
"No, I'm still reading this one." Annan took out a book from the side Passed it to the disappointed goblin: "Can you read this one first? But remember to wipe your hands first."
In addition to books and handkerchiefs, Dolei's gnome heart was heated and he gratefully accepted them.
On the way back, only Annan was always worried about being attacked. However, when the towering mage tower in Breeze City, but insignificant compared to the snow-capped mountains, appeared on the horizon, even Annan regained his tranquility.
The carriage returned to the Morrowind Tavern unimpeded.
Annan first signed a contract with Dorai in the guest room on the second floor. Specifically, Dorai made a spinning machine for Annan, and Annan would be paid for each one he made.
This kind of contract only has the legal significance of the Ruikaner Kingdom and is not bound by mysterious power.
After writing their names in common language on the contract and pressing their fingerprints, Annan told Dolay the idea of the spinning jenny.
"You have a goblin head!" Surprised Dorai subconsciously praised, and then said in panic: "I didn't mean that..."
"Thank you for the compliment."
Dorai looked up at Annan blankly: "Don't you feel offended?"
"People here say that goblins are masters of machines. Why would it be offensive to be praised by the master?"
This made the goblin more intoxicated than pure praise, as drunk as ale wine.
"Have you decided on a name?" Michael asked.
Annan thought of Aunt Susan in Pinglin Town.
"Just call it...Susan Spinning Machine."
(End of Chapter)