Carl looked at the house with four walls of his family, but he wanted to cry without tears. He seemed to be away for a month before and after, and his damn neighbors were too cruel.
"Brother Carl, are you back?" In the midst of grief, a little girl suddenly had a small head exposed from the wooden door and looked at Carl in surprise.
The girl is a little thin and has brown, smooth and thorny hair, but it looks a little messy like a bird's nest. At this moment, the eyes looking at Carl are abnormally dark and bright.
"Sister Tiger? Seeing" the younger daughter, Carl's eyes lit up, and then he hurried over, grabbed her, and said loudly, "I ask you, which bastard stole everything from my house! "
"Ah~" The little girl was obviously a little angry with the way Carl addressed herself, her childish face was a little crazy, she hugged her head and hung her ears, "Brother Carl, my name is Betty, don't call me Sister Tiger again!"
"But, Carl," said thoughtfully, "you're really a tiger.
"Where is the tiger, you are the tiger, your whole family is the tiger!" the little girl cried, her face full of displeasure.
No tiger? The devil will believe you! Carl said directly: "Oh, who stabbed the Murphy's hornet's nest?"
The little girl choked on what Carl said, and then explained slowly after a while:
"I'm just helping them get rid of it, how can those bees build their nests at home?"
"Listen, who makes that fat little Darlene cry so often?" Carl said again.
"This, this, this guy always uses his own strength to bully other people. I just, just, right, shot with righteousness. Isn't that what you said? When you see the weak being bullied, you will make a shot with righteousness." Little girl Eyes lit up.
"However, why did I hear him say that you threatened him every time, asking him to steal chicken thighs and buns from the house and give it to you, and if he didn't do it, you would beat him?"
"Uh, Damn it," the little girl obviously didn't expect Carl to know her secret, so she squeezed her hands one after another, "Damn little fat man, he didn't keep his promise!"
She looked rather aggrieved.
Resignedly.
"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to take care of your shit, tell me, did you take the opportunity to steal my pot!" Carl was too lazy to continue to expose her.
"No, no, they did it all," said the little girl, as if afraid that Carl wouldn't believe it, she hurriedly stretched out her fingers and counted, "Uncle Leslie moved all your cabinets, Oliverton My aunt said that her horse was still two quilts away. Mr. Dale was afraid that your food would be spoiled and wasted, and that your pot was resisted by Ms. Winnie.
"Okay, I understand!" Carl frowned and interrupted Betty, then said, "Sister Tiger, go and call all your buddies and help me clean up the room."
Carl's log cabin is already covered with dust, but it needs to be taken care of, and then the furniture will be rearranged.
However, the little girl pouted, tucked her shoulders over her head, and hummed, "Brother Carl, I'm not going.
"Don't go? Do you want to rebel? Do you know how tired your brother Carl is after working outside for so long. After finally coming back, he doesn't know how to be filial and help him tidy up his room."
"Brother Carl doesn't respect people, so I won't go." The little girl was indifferent to Carl's persuasion.
Carl was stunned, and then seemed helpless: "Okay, okay, I wanted to make a cake to help my little princess, since she doesn't want to, then I have to,
"Wait, the little girl suddenly interrupted Carl coldly, "You just said cake? Did you?"
Looking at Betty's sudden change of momentum, Carl nodded: "Yes, what's the problem?"
"I want ten!"
"Fuck, when did you get so greedy?" Carl was in love.
"Hahaha, brother Carl, you really love to joke, I'm just asking for my compensation reasonably, you don't want to force Zhang Gong to work for you illegally, right?"
"Okay, let me go out quickly, finish early, I'm so out of sight and out of mind!" Carl was helpless again, and his heart was full of grief.
Thinking back to the beginning, how smart and innocent Betty was, how could she have become like this now?
Of course, someone didn't know that it was entirely his own fault.
The little girl went out happily.
After a while, they returned to Carl's cabin with a few little kids.
With a big wave of his hand, he said, "Brother Carl said, help him tidy up the room, everyone can get a piece of cake, don't be lazy for me."
"Betty, really?" A little fat man couldn't help but stood up and swallowed.
It was a cake, and he was fortunate enough to taste it once and never forget it.
That sweet and soft yet mellow…cake.
"Hmph, of course." Betty said angrily, this little fat man was naturally the Dalle she mentioned just now, because she knew that Dalle had leaked his little secret to Carl, but she was taking him with him at the moment. gas.
"Yeah! That's great!" Several other little men jumped up.
"Betty, I also want to have a brother Carl so I can eat cake every day."
"Hey, don't even think about it, brother Carl is mine!" Betty quickly cut off the good ideas of other little guys and swore her own sovereignty.
Several children began to work under the leadership of Betty, but after a while, the house was tidy and clean, and even the surrounding flowers and plants, the fences were also neat and tidy.
The entire cottage has been refurbished.
When Carl purchased new materials and came back to see this scene, he had to nod to himself. Poor children were in charge of their homes early, and these little broken children's hands-on ability was quite good.
Upon seeing this, he also kept his promise and made a cake, and that night, with the laughter and surprise of the child's voice, he celebrated his return on the first day.
In the next few days, the news of Carl's return was gradually known to other people in Brie Town (the king's), and every time he went to the street, people would warmly greet Carl.
Then, as the days passed, after the initial turmoil, the town of Brie slowly returned to calm.
Carl's reputation is not very famous here, because it is far away from right and wrong, away from disputes.
So the residents of Brie didn't have any other thoughts on Carl.
Otherwise, as soon as the reputation of the dragon dweller came out, the threshold of his log cabin might have been breached.
During this period, Carl had no plans to go out except for occasional hunting, fishing, and picking some herbs with Betty.
Now his strength can no longer be improved by ordinary monster hunting. Even if he really wants to go out, he has to wait for the right opportunity.
However, Carl obviously did not expect that this opportunity would come so early.