Rhonda and the members of the Presbyterian Church, organized a "research group" they

called "metal arm human installation experiment", and called a large group of interested

"volunteers", and rushed to the museum warehouse to find the precious gold arm. From the

eyes of these highly motivated dwarfs, Vincent clearly read the excitement and enthusiasm,

excitement and desire. This near-hysterical desire for research is a powerful propeller and

engine, and each dwarf is the bolt and lever on the machine. Now the machine is working at

high speed and power, and the city is becoming more vibrant.

Charlotte, however, did not join the party that went to the museum storehouse. During

Vincent's visit to the Presbyterian Church, Charlotte retrieved Vincent's grimoire from the

ground beneath the terrace, and then stood waiting for him at the door of the Presbyterian

House. As soon as Vincent came out of the house, Charlotte greeted him.

"Master Vincent, this belongs to you. I got it back for you. '

Vincent took over his spell book again. He had only one hand left, and when he was holding

the spell book, he lost the other hand to open the pages. Gently, he sighed.

"What's the matter with you, Master? In a bad mood? Can you tell me." Charlotte said, "The

joy you share is twice the joy, but the pain you tell is half the pain. Of course, we usually use

these two sentences in reverse order. But, you know, when we are in pain or unhappiness, we

talk to those around us. One, two, three people, so that your pain and unhappiness will

gradually fade away. Everyone will give you a little comfort, you will not feel the pain. Of

course, with happy things, you should also tell others. He will be happy for your happiness,

and you will be happier for his happiness. Wait, that's like three times as much happiness. No,

they say it's double. How come it's triple here? B: There must be some mistake in derivation.

I will calculate again, own happiness, a share; Let others be happy, another; And then myself..."

Charlotte, as the mage looked on and began to talk to herself, put the grimoire back in her

storage pocket and stroked it gently over the dwarf's head. He knew that gnomes lived much

longer than humans, and that Charlotte might be a hundred years older than he was. It might

be rude to touch her head. But because of her height, Charlotte's head was all the mage could

reach.

"Can I stay with you for a while until I find a place to live here?"

"Yes yes, welcome welcome. I was just about to say that. But I was suddenly stumped by a

math problem. But, come on, think about it later. A: Fortunately, I have one more favor to ask

of you. But before that, I'll take you to my house. '

Walking through the city of dwarfs, the narrow aisles and low hallway roofs are Vincent's least

comfortable with. He had to stow low and stooped to get through almost any passageway.

Even so, he had to watch out for objects above his head. Within half a mile of walking, Vincent

had wrapped his neck 4 times and hit his head 12 times with various strings and levers.

Fortunately, the dwarf pedestrians on the road are very understanding of the inconvenience

this big man has encountered when walking here, one after another to give up the best way

to go, some also help collect some debris on the side of the road, clean up various mechanical

obstacles, and some dwarfs have not made a noise to remind "mind your head, there is the

automatic drying and drying clothes rack of" matchstick ".

Several dwarf children were curious and followed Vincent behind, sucking their fingers while

watching the big man moving slowly forward. It is rare to see outsiders in the city of dwarfs,

and it is even harder to see a tall "creature" like Vincent. And the most attractive thing for

children is the mage's robe that Vincent wears. The stars and waves embroidered with silver

thread on the black velvet robe are very exquisite, the lines are clear and dynamic. When

Vincent walked forward, the corners of the robe moved with him, and the silver threads on it

changed from light to dark with the change of light, as if there were really stars shining on

the robe, and there were waves flowing slowly on the robe.

Some of the bolder children sneaked up and grabbed Vincent's robe with their little hands,

trying to verify whether the moving stars and waves were real. Vincent felt a tug on his robe

and looked back. He sees children looking at him with shy expressions and small hands

touching the embroidered pattern on his robe. With a smile on his face, the master stopped

his steps and called out to the few children who were still following him and were afraid to

come up. He grabbed his empty left sleeve and let them feel the patterns and texture of his

robe.

Because of this, his progress to Charlotte's house became even slower.

Stop and go, stop and go, there is always a moment of arrival, "not afraid of slow, afraid of

standing."

Charlotte's home is very simple. It is a big room with only six things: Charlotte's bed, Mark's

bed, Charlotte's laboratory workbench, Mark's laboratory workbench, Charlotte's display

cabinet for tool drawings and finished products, Mark's display cabinet for tool drawings and

finished products. Of these six things, except for the bed, which Mark, who was tall, had an

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advantage, all the others were outnumbered by his uncle in size.

But what attracted Vincent most now was the delicious potato-mushroom-cheese bouillon

on the table. The lethargy of the past few days, combined with the hunger brought on by the

healing spell, made Vincent's stomach growl immediately.

Fortunately, Charlotte's stomach began to rumble at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed in unison.

Mark came in from outside with a basket full of fresh fruit and vegetables in one hand and

some loaves of bread in the other. That was their dinner for the day.

After a short prayer of gratitude to their dwarf god, the two men called upon the mas ter to

join them for dinner. Vincent, who has only one hand, was obviously not adapted to the meal

and did not eat at his maximum efficiency. But sometimes, it is a kind of happiness to calm

down and slowly appreciate the fragrance of each bite of food.

Charlotte told all sorts of little jokes as she ate. To be precise, after seeing Vincent sigh,

Charlotte kept making jokes and trying to amuse him. Vincent's mood has improved a lot,

and he has gradually dissipated the unhappiness and depression of losing his magical ability.

The only reason he wasn't laughing his head off at the dinner table like "Big" Mark was that

the small space really limited the range of motion of his tall frame.

The wind blew over the snowy tops of the Ridge mountains,

And clouds over the green landscape of the plain of Fengwo,

Water streaked through the sharp ice of Dongxiao Canyon,

And I walked through the golden-roofed halls of Gnome City

On top of the snow I have seen clouds become earth, drifting slowly beneath me,

In the green landscape, I have felt the river become gauze, slowly through my fingers,

On the edge of the ice, I have heard a little dwarf, whose happy cry became a bird,

In the golden Hall, he felt his whole life, his happy life.

I am not tall like a giant,

I am not as strong as a dwarf,

I am not as graceful as an elf

I'm just as happy as a dwarf.

When my friend you come to this Golden Hall,

And look at the little dwarf hurrying around you,

And notice the smiles on their faces,

Listen carefully, their happy heartbeat,

And talk about the beauty of their lives,

And stop for a rest, in a quiet corner of the Musikverein.

...........................

Vincent sat quietly in his chair, watching Charlotte read a little poem by the dwarfs.

After half the sound, Charlotte came out of her recitation and looked at Vincent excitedly.

"How was it? It was all right, I wrote it myself. You don't know, writing a little poem is not an

easy thing. It's much harder than me building a fun machine. By the way, speaking of making

things, you mages are very good at making things, too. What have you got that I can see?"

Hearing this, Mark's interest also rose. He also stopped clearing the mess on the table and

stood behind his uncle, looking expectantly at the wizard.

"This time out, I put all the things I made in the Mages Association. I couldn't bring any of it

out." Vincent said helplessly.

'That doesn't matter. I hear you're going to live here for a long time anyway, so you can make

a few things. If that's all right, my nephew and I would like to see how you wizards make

things. It would be great if you could get others to come and see it, too. The last time we had

a mage here was over a hundred years ago. But I was lucky enough to see him. He was very

skillful. He twirled his fingers, then mumbled something I didn't understand, and poof! A

walking stone horse appeared in front of me." As Charlotte spoke, she traced the movements

of the sorcerer and said, "Jabber Jabber," as she recreated what she remembered.

"My parents said to me, 'It's this thing called magic, it's so powerful, you can make anything

you want.' I made up my mind at that time that I must learn this skill called magic and use it

to make all kinds of toys that I wanted to make. We dwarfs had some magic skills, but

unfortunately, I could not, in any case, use your human magic like the sorcerer, and be able

to do whatever I wanted. So I began to work on my creation machine. By the way, could you

teach my nephew Mark magic? I'm a little too old for human magic, I'm afraid, but Mark is

very clever. You can teach him some magic."

Vincent smiled helplessly: "I don't have the power of magic anymore. Now I am a sorcerer

without magic." Faced with the kind and hospitable gnomes, Vincent sees no need to play

games with them. Honesty is the best.

"Ah?" said Vincent. Charlotte and Mark looked at Vincent with open mouths and puzzled

expressions. "Human magic is a very unstable thing, and once learned, it can suddenly

disappear. It seems that our dwarf's craft is more secure."

"If Mark really wants to learn magic, I can teach him. I still have all my knowledge, so I should

have no problem being a teacher. How much, though, depends on how hard Mark works."

"That's a good thing. We dwarfs have a saying that it is never a bad thing to learn two more

trades. Mark, listen to your uncle and learn magic from Vincent first."

"But," Charlotte continued, "Vincent, is there any way you can get your magic back? We have

the whole city to help you."

Vincent shook his head.

'Why don't you try learning again?' Mark, who had been silent, interjected. "Maybe you could

try our dwarf magic. Maybe you can use it."