At the sound of Silly-Head's ability to talk, Jon's throat finally settled in its place and thought approvingly, "Damn it, Silly-Head, he knows what to say to whom he doesn't need to be taught anything. Well, he's got a future."

President Sherfer looked carefully at the letter in his hand, and every now and then, looking up at Silly-Head, he nodded secretly and said, "You're the Silly-Head that President Kerry recommended?"

"If you are the president, the little one is." "Silly-Head replied.

"Oh, that's funny, Kerry this old guy pushed you to me, if I don't keep you, he will definitely scold me for not being a friend enough, keep you, but I don't know what you can do, so, just believe it once, you can stay, after all, the face of an old friend can not be left behind." President Sheffer said with a smile.

"Really? Will you keep me? Thank you so much... ' Silly-Head was filled with joy, as if she saw a bright future waiting for her.

"Not so fast. As to what you can do and what you are fit for, that will depend on your performance. Well, come and see me at this time tomorrow." Sheffer president meaningfully said.

"Yes, at your command." "Silly-Head said respectfully.

"Well, I'd better go back and talk to President Kerry. President Sheffer, I know you're busy, so I won't bother you." Jon was glad to see the Silly-Head story was settled.

"Well, Jon, you don't go back till tomorrow, do you? Please come by in the morning and I'll grow a letter back for Kerry. Could you please take it back?" President Sheffer said very politely.

"With pleasure." Jon said "yes," and led Silly-Head out of the office.

Jon dragged Silly-Head out of the mercenary union and said in a heavy voice, "Brother, I have a question for you. You can answer it when you think it through."

Silly-Head took a blank look and said, "Boss, if you have something to ask, go ahead."

Jon patted Silly-Head on the shoulder and said, "Silly-Head, I can see you're a very smart man. Why do you have to go this way? In my opinion, it's too hard for you to give people the present."

This question embarrassed Silly-Head, he wanted to explain, but for a while he was at a loss to speak, and then he said, "Boss, to tell you the truth, I have experienced a heavy blow, two years have passed, but I still can not recover from the blow, I don't know, I want to change the environment, this may be an opportunity for me."

Jon stared at Silly-Head's face and eyes until Silly-Head looked away in defeat. It was only a brief stare, but Jon caught something in Silly-Head's mood. It was endless sadness.

"I've learned that time, circumstances, can change a man, brother. Good luck. I'll be coming to see you often." Jon said, suppressing his curiosity.

"Thanks, boss. I'll never forget what you did for me. I guess I'm changing." "Silly-Head said with feeling.

"Ha ha, I'm not as great as you say I am. Come on, let's go have a drink, let's not get drunk tonight, and when tonight is over, let all our troubles go the fuck away." Jon said with a laugh.

"Well, let's not get drunk. Tonight's my treat." Silly-Head gave a shout of excitement.

"A treat? Drinks? Eat meat? Damn it, the damn magician is paying, but it's too bad it's not for me. Oh, no, I've got to do something good, ow..." The donkey, hearing the crazy roar of Silly-Head, got anxious.

"Hey, Silly-Head, it's your donkey braying. What's the matter?" "Said Jon, who heard the donkey bray.

"Hell, why am I howling? That stupid dragon must have heard I wanted a treat and got worried." Silly-Head was also very remorseful, and when Jon asked him again, he said, "Boss, you go ahead and take your seat. I'll be right back."

"Well, hurry up," he said. Jon said yes and went into the bar.

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Silly-Head stormed up to the donkey with an angry look on her face and glared at him.

The donkey looked at the ill-looking Silly-Head and thought to himself, "This fellow is not thinking of something else. What will it be? Oh, no, I have made a lot of contribution to this mission, but I can't let this guy get away with it."

"Ha ha, boss, I heard that you want to treat, may I have a share?" The donkey asks with a shy face.

Silly-Head wanted to come up with a straight face, give the donkey a mawei, but see the donkey that greedy, a soft in the heart, and think of tomorrow may never see this enemy, although the ten days of the whole day of talking, can only be around the donkey, his mood is particularly happy, break up, also can not help feeling sad.

The donkey had been watching Silly-Head carefully, when suddenly his stern face showed a sad expression, his heart was startled, and a terrible thought occurred to him, and he shivered all over.

"Well, why are you trembling?" "Silly-Head asked curiously, sensing the donkey swaying.

"Old... Boss, you're not trying to kill me, are you? No, I'm too dry and thin to eat..." The donkey begged with strong spirit.

Silly-Head then realized the reason for the donkey's quivering, and laughed at himself. "Why have you killed me?" he said. "I tell you, from tomorrow on, I shall be here as a servant."

"A footman? Whew, you scared me to death, you're not going to eat me, what? You said you wanted to stay. What about me?" Before the donkey could calm his fear, another chill came over him.

"Don't worry, old Jon will bring you back safely." Silly-Head explained with a laugh.

"Go back? No, no, I don't want to go back, boss, I'll follow you, please, I don't want to go back to that dark mill where I've been going round and round that millstone all day, my head's spinning, please..." Tears welled up in the donkey's eyes as he remembered the hard days of the past.

Silly-Head was almost surprised at what the donkey said, and thought, "Well, then, no wonder Durard's temper has changed a lot these past two years. He has been stuck in the mill all this time, thinking that he has done me harm, and who would have thought that I have done him harm? What a strange thing!"

"... Please, I don't want anything, really, I don't drink, I don't eat meat, I can carry you around the streets every day, carry your firewood, do anything, please..." When the donkey saw Silly-Head's dull look, he thought he was done, and he became more and more distressed.

"Now, now, don't be like that. Let me think about it." Silly-Head is put on the spot.

"Consider? What else are you thinking, boss? Go back, I am afraid that in a few years, I will be tired to death in the mill, you can bear to see a dragon die in the mill? Oh, dear, help me." The donkey burst into tears.

Silly-Head saw the donkey's big eyes and watery eyes, but his heart was not a taste. Thinking of his present situation, though he hated the donkey in front of him, he really could not bear to see the only "friend" who could talk to him leave him.

"Fuck, later I will do other people's sidekick, that day, must be affected by more, affected by more, and can not attack, certainly not conducive to health, well, he can also leave him to let me bully him, vent the anger in my heart, yes, so decided." Gradually, Silly-Head straightened the train of thought.

The donkey was crying and staring at Silly-Head's face, when he suddenly saw him smile, with a strange thrill, for he saw that there was nothing evil in that smile.

"Well, I have decided to keep you, but you must promise to be more obedient in future. After all, I am in the service of men, and if you give me any trouble, I will tell you to go away at any time, understand?" Silly-Head is sure to make threats.

"I see, I see, I obey you, and I will do whatever you tell me..." "Said the donkey obediently.

As the donkey was trying to woo Silly-Head, Jon suddenly appeared behind him. He startled the donkey and closed his mouth for fear that Jon would hear him. He let out a deliberate groan to hide it.

Jon patted Silly-Head on the shoulder and said, "What's the matter with you, man, babbling into a donkey's mouth?"

Hearing Jon's words, Silly-Head and Donkey breathed a sigh of relief.

Silly-Head smiled awkwardly and said, "Boss, the donkey's hoof looks hurt. What do you think we should do with it?"

"Hurt his hooves? Let me see? ' Jon said with a frown.

"Boss, I've already looked. It's hurt pretty bad. I don't think he'll be able to leave tomorrow." 'Silly-Head said, quickly picking Jon up.

"Really? That's too bad, that old man Charlie's a notoriously difficult man, and if we don't give him back his donkey, it's going to be hard..." Jon grunted in frustration.

"Charlie? The old man who lives in the red mill? That's easy, Sir. I know him well. Here are the two gold pieces. Tell him I'll take my donkey, and let him buy another." Silly-Head rejoiced and took a handful of gold coins and put them into Jon's large hand.

"Well, what are you doing? Can't I afford a donkey? I just don't want to listen to Charlie, an old stubborn ass. Well, since this ass is no good, I'll find someone to sell him tomorrow." Jon thought for a moment, shoved the gold back into Silly-Head, and said.

"Sell me? That must have been to the butcher, boss, don't listen to Jon, save me..." The donkey rubbed his Silly-Head at the thought of what Jon had said.

"Hey, boss, would you be so kind as to give me this donkey?" "Silly-Head, also a sweaty ass, said quickly.

'You want? What's the use of a useless donkey?" "Asked Jon, wondering.

"You're a donkey. I'm a dragon." The donkey retorted to himself.

"Boss, although the donkey's hooves are hurt, I think it will recover after a few days of recuperation. It would be a pity to kill him. If you give him to me, I can use him as a foot. "Said Silly-Head, rolling his eyes.