Chapter 172： hometown (1)

Chapter 172 Hometown (1)

After explaining the good things, Lynn continued to sit on the boat for a while, mainly taking out the nautical chart to observe the route back.

After the end of the experiment, Lynn put down the thick black coffee in his hand.

It's not a restaurant yet, there are very few restaurants, and there are almost no customers.

Lynn tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.

bang~

Blue light flashed, and a Bakhov elf appeared on the table.

"Hey, long time no see!" The elf Bakhov in the restaurant floated up, summoned up his courage and landed in front of Lynn.

"Have I seen you before?" Bakhov elf fluttered the little wings behind him, approached Lynn, put his head very close, and asked curiously.

Lin En looked at the elf in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he stretched out his big hand to land on the elf's head.

The palm larger than its head gently stroked his soft green fur.

Bakhov elf looked at Lynn with sparkling eyes.

"Maybe we met a long time ago." Lynn said.

"A long time ago. I remembered!" Bakhov elf said in surprise, "You are that little apprentice back then."

It remembered if he had seen Lynn the last time, or the last time he had sailed out to sea.

At that time, Lynn was still a young apprentice boarding the ship, but now he is actually the most honored wizard on board!

"Your favorite food, I remember it seems to be twice-cooked pork, right! It's called twice-cooked pork, what a strange name." The Bakhov elf patted his little hand suddenly, and said proudly, "I have never been in food. Can't go wrong."

"Is there any today." Lynn found an empty seat and sat down. Because he was in the restaurant, no other apprentices in the restaurant dared to stay and eat at the same time as him at this moment.

After all, I basically don't know the temper of this wizard. If it is that moody personality, maybe he thinks it is impolite to eat together, and then he might kill them all.

There are too many reasons for accidents on this sea, spiritual storm natural disasters, deep sea races, ocean giants, wandering ghost ships.

The apprentices who returned to their hometown were all losers who left the wizarding continent, and no one would cause a conflict between them and an official wizard.

"Of course there is." Bakhov elf said, "As long as the wizard wants to eat, any time."

"I remember it was available for a limited time back then." Lynn laughed dumbly.

"Ahem. That, that, you also said it was that time." Bakhov elf faltered and said.

There was a ping-pong sound from the kitchen next to it, and a golden spatula flew out.

There is a mouth on the handle of this spatula, "Welcome the great wizard to the restaurant, oh, we just caught some red claw shrimp when we sailed some time ago, and we bought a lot of supplies at the pier before departure, wizard My lord, you are blessed."

"You shameless thing, you can't even entertain a wizard." Jin Shovel said fiercely to Bakhov elf.

"Okay, I don't mean to blame you." Lynn waved his hand.

He knew that the golden shovel seemed fierce, but it was actually coming out to find a reasonable reason to explain to himself.

"Okay, honorable wizard, I'm going to prepare food for you." The Bakhov elf shrank his neck, and a flicker disappeared in place.

Not long after, a piece of fresh twice-cooked pork, which was not very authentic but rare, was brought to the table by the elf.

"Your technology has improved." Lynn said with a smile.

"Thank you for the compliment. Last time you taught me how to do it, I went back and tried several times. I am a Bakhov elf who strives for perfection!" Bakhov elf raised his neck proudly.

Hesitated for a moment, Lynn hesitated, he gently touched the elf's head.

"Would you like to leave with me?"

"Where to?"

"Go to my wizard tower and cook for me, you won't be so busy." Lynn said.

"That's impossible! This is my home, how can I leave home. I have many friends here, and I will be very sad if I leave." Bakhov elf shook his head, "If you want to find I'm fine, I'll make it for you again. Don't take me away, Mr. Wizard." Bakhov said pitifully.

It seems to know that Lynn has the right to take it away by force.

Lin En was silent for a moment, then gently touched its head, "Don't worry, I won't take you out of your home."

Seagulls circle over Bangor Harbour.

A small boat slowly approached the port under the rays of the setting sun.

Lin En, wearing a robe, stepped on the land of Bangor Port, looking at the port ahead, Lynn looked a little dazed.

The evening wind was cool in the evening, and Lynn was blowing a cool breeze.

Compared with the twenty years before he left that year, Bangor Port seems to have not changed much.

All the scenery still looks the same as before.

At this moment, it was already dusk, and Lin En took his things to the residence where he left.

Over the past twenty years, many houses on the street seem to have remained unchanged, except that some moss appeared at the bottom of the original new brick walls.

Bangor Port is bigger than before. This port city has become more prosperous in the past two decades. The original new district has now become an old residential district.

Stepping on the shadow of the setting sun, Lynn came to the tailor shop.

Looking at the familiar signboard, Lynn was in a daze.

The door of the tailor shop was open, and a steady stream of customers came in and out of the shop.

In the shop, a busy figure was lowering his head. Suddenly, this figure seemed to have a sign of something, and turned his head to look outside the shop while talking.

His eyes froze at this moment.

"Sir, sir, I am going to prepare this dress to be designed like this, with a little more green at the neckline. You know, I have always liked green, and I like this color."

"Sorry, Mr. Est, I may have something to do right now." Borg said tremblingly.

Mr. Est was stunned for a moment, then patted his head in doubt.

However, he has known Berg tailor for almost ten years, although the relationship between the two is usually between the customer and the tailor.

But the two have actually become good friends during these years of contact.

It was the first time he saw Borg showing such an expression.

"I'll contact you later. Tomorrow, come back tomorrow, and I'll give you the best discount." After finishing speaking, Borg put down the ruler in a hurry.

Borg looked out the door, fixed his eyes on the figure standing on the road across the street, as if worried that this was just his hallucination, and that figure would disappear if he didn't pay attention.

Esther looked at Borg who lost his composure, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He looked in the direction in which Borg was running, only to see Borg running to the other side of the road and hugging a man.

"Oh! My God, does Borg tailor still have this hobby?" Estel covered her mouth in shock.

He felt that he might have discovered some big secret. He had known Borg for so many years. Since Borg's mother passed away last year, there was only one younger sister and his seriously ill father left in Borg's family. He also basically knew all about Borg's family. Yes, I have never seen this man before, and he is still a handsome boy.

(end of this chapter)