Dawn of the Grey Tower

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"One more! One more!" The drinkers in the pub coaxed at the old man. They have not been satisfied from the old man's story, so I hope he can continue the story.

But the old man looked out the window with some drunken eyes, and the night was very late. So he shook his head and coughed softly, "No, I couldn't hold back to this time. My little grandson is still waiting for me to coax him to sleep, I have to go back quickly. Tomorrow, tomorrow I will Then tell the story of the gray robe master, how about it? "

The hotel owner knocked on the counter to calm down the bartenders. The story of the old man was the main reason for the booming business of this pub. In addition, the boss himself was also a loyal listener to the old man, so he did not want the old man to be in trouble. "Since the old man If you have said so, please do n’t rush him. Come and come, to celebrate this story, I invite everyone to have a drink! "

The atmosphere in the tavern became lively again because of the boss's words, and the old man also took the opportunity to pick up the coat hanging at the door and walked into the night in his drape. The tavern in the town is not far from the house. Through the moonlight, the old man found the keychain in his arms and found the one that could open the door. He opened the door lightly, afraid of waking up his sleeping family, but found a small figure sitting in the living room. That was his grandson. The little one was wearing a blanket and his head went up and down because of sleepiness.

The old man saw this scene and showed a warm smile. He closed the door and picked up the flint on the wardrobe to light the oil lamp beside the door. The sudden light woke up the little guy. "Grandpa, you are back, Hache ..."

He hurried up, put the lantern carefully on the table, and picked up his grandson, "Why are you still awake so late?"

"I want to listen to the story! If you don't tell the story, I won't sleep!" Being embraced by the grandfather, the little guy immediately got his spirit, and his eyes opened, looking at his grandfather.

The old man couldn't help being so coquettish, he had to put the grandson on the bench by the fireplace first, and then borrowed the fire from the lantern with tongs to light the fireplace. When the warm fire filled the room, the old man took two bottles of milk from the cabinet and placed them on the fireplace to heat them. Then he sat in the soft cushion of the bench in the urge of the little guy. He picked up a cushion and placed it on his legs so that his grandson could lean on it, and then carefully checked whether the blanket on the latter's body was tightly wrapped, fearing that the cold wind might get in through the gap. After doing all this, the old man spoke again.

"Okay, you kid. Then I will tell you the story of the gray robe mage ..."

"Don't! I don't want to listen to his story!" The little guy hurriedly interrupted when he heard the grandpa's opening, and then found that his attitude seemed impolite, and explained with a blush, "You always tell me gray robe Master's story, I want to hear from others today. Okay, grandpa? "

"Okay, my little prince, of course no problem. So, whose story do you want to hear?"

"Well ... I want to hear the Earl of Montenegro! The story of the handsome Lothar!" Said the little guy excitedly. The child always yearned for colorful things, and the gray robe was too dull for him.

"Losa's story, well, we will tell his story today."

The firewood in the fireplace made a crackling sound as it was roasting. In the little sparks flying, the old man's voice began to tell by the fireplace ...