"Tip up your hat!"
The old voice continued to come out from the puppet man's top hat, emphasizing in a commanding tone:
"hurry up!"
On the rostrum, the puppet man seemed a little surprised by this sudden voice - of course, compared to the many young wizards in the audience, his surprise was clearly within the tolerance range.
"It's not time for dinner yet, my dear." The puppet's originally sharp and harsh voice suddenly became smoother and his tone became much softer: "You can sleep a little longer."
It raised its slender arms, stretched out its palms, and carefully placed them on both sides of its cheeks. At the same time, its two eyes turned upward at a ridiculous angle, trying to look at the brim of the hat sticking out of its forehead.
It's as if what's on its head is not a hat, but a bomb.
"Lift! Lift! Your! Hat!!"
The old voice roared and sounded extremely harsh: "You are a wooden frame that has been gnawed by Flobber caterpillars. Has your head been eaten away by insects? You turned your head so hard and you still have the nerve to let me continue to sleep?
!!!”
The puppet raised its long, pointed nose, and a hint of surprise appeared on its stiff face.
"I always thought that dizziness helps sleep." It put its palms heavily on its face, took its head off its shoulders again, held it in the palm of its hand and looked at it - God knows what it was looking at its head with -
At the same time, he explained: "In addition, my head is not hollow."
The puppet man denied it and added naggingly: "You should know that it is made of elm wood and is solid. My arms, legs, and head are all made of elm wood. At first, they thought peach wood was too soft and elderwood was too soft.
It was too hard, and the locust wood was too yin-y, so I ended up using elm wood to make me. I remember mentioning this to you more than once."
"Shut up! You idiot!!"
"Don't call me idiot, call me 'Your Highness the Puppet'."
"Shut up!! You idiot!! You idiot!!"
"If you continue to be so rude, be careful as I poke seventeen or eight transparent holes in this hat with my nose."
On the rostrum, the puppet held his head, as if he was doing a stand-up comedy, cursing, and enjoying every word you said.
Under the rostrum, the young wizards listened to the crazy wooden man on the stage and looked at each other, wondering if they should take this opportunity to attack the light mask at the door again.
But before that, everyone had reorganized into hunting teams and established defensive formations. Some hunters who were injured in the commotion were also receiving initial treatment with the help of others.
For a time, the two groups of people on stage and off stage went their own way, with a sense of separation and non-interference.
Of course, this 'peaceful' state did not last long.
Under the roar and threat of the old voice, the puppet man quickly gave in and took off the top hat from his head.
"You will regret it... The hunting game hasn't even started yet. If you come out now, besides drooling for a few hours, will you get anything else?" The puppet man muttered, and took off the crotch.
The hat hung on his neck.
Taking off the top hat, the puppet's bare forehead is exposed.
In fact, there is not a single hair on the wooden man's entire head. The reason why the forehead is bald is because there is a large golden high-backed chair at the entrance of his head and further back.
Sitting on the chair was an ugly, fist-sized humanoid creature.
It was draped in a gorgeous silver robe, carrying a staff as long as chopsticks, and wore a Gothic wizard pointed hat on its head. Its gray beard was piled messily on its face, making it almost invisible.
Clear its facial features.
Compared with the gorgeous makeup of the upper body, its lower body looks much shabby.
Wearing no pants, no socks, and even no shoes - yes, this fist-sized guy has two bare legs with furry legs, exposing his furry toes, letting his bare soles drink from the northwest wind.
"It's delicious!" The little old man took a deep breath and laughed: "Every passerby in the air is flowing with an alluring, bloody aroma!"
Weird rhetoric, weird tone, weird appearance, weird clothes - this little old man sitting on the puppet's head exudes a weird, mixed atmosphere from the inside out, giving people a
Extremely uncomfortable feeling.
It seems like there is no way to relax while sitting in a chair.
The little old man turned over, held on to the staff, climbed onto the chair with great effort, then opened his arms, looked at the young wizard in the audience, and laughed sadly:
"Young wizard..."
"Whether you like to play with dead bodies or souls;"
"Or maybe you like to sing devil's songs in a low voice and smear bloody runes on yellow paper;"
"Whether you like the feeling of mithril and gems blending together in a spell, or the wonderful sound of bubbling in the crucible, or the charming fragrance of Manjushuahua when it opens."
"It doesn't matter."
"In my garden, you will all find your own destination!"
"Want to have a long life?"
"Want to have endless wealth?"
"Do you want to really stand out?!"
"go Go……"
"They're in my garden!!"
"Offer..."
"Ahem!!" The puppet coughed twice violently, interrupting the little old man's chant.
The little old man frowned, raised his furry toes, scratched his messy beard, paused, raised his staff again, and continued to chant: "Present..."
"Ahem!!" The puppet continued to cough twice.
"Boom! Boom!" The little old man grabbed the staff in his hand and angrily poked the forehead of the puppet under the high-backed chair: "Shut up! You stupid head! Let me finish! Your adults didn't teach you.
How do you write the word polite?!!”
"There are no adults in my family." The puppet shrugged and replied very sincerely.
The high hat hanging around its neck shook as he shrugged, as if it might fall off at any time.
"Then will you shut up?!" The little old man continued to poke the puppet man in the head with his staff.
"Yes, yes." The last tremor from its head made the puppet tremble a little when it spoke. It had to stretch out two fingers and grab the staff that the little old man was poking wildly: "...but not yet.
When it’s time for you to ask for sacrifices.”
"It's none of my business!!" The little old man retorted with great effort, while he struggled with the puppet man's two fingers for the ownership of the staff. The puppet's entire body was almost hanging on the staff.
"Before the secret garden is opened, it's none of your business." The puppet man rubbed his fingertips, turned the little old man off the staff, and added calmly: "As for those delicacies after they enter the secret garden,
What you want to do, that's your business."
After the little old man fell from the staff back to the golden high-backed chair, he shook his head vigorously and could not regain his strength for a long time.
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This chapter has been completed!