Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 67: The Aftermath of Climbing the Roof

Mr. Morsan didn't give Claude a good look over the next week, and even if Claude whispered a good morning to him every morning, he just snorted a cold response with his nose. Especially after the White Deer Morning newspaper treated Claude's abandonment of the attic as too boring to crawl to sleep on the roof and the night patrol misunderstood the thief as a local story, Mr. Morsan's mood became even more unpleasant...

Although the White Deer Morning did not name it, but used an alias like Mr. A., everyone who knew it clearly said who it was. Mr. Morsan was upset, on the one hand, because of the White Deer Morning News report, so that everyone knew that his son had made a joke. Even if it's a trivial joke, it's fun every day with colleagues and friends: your son didn't sleep on the roof last night, right? This is still embarrassing for Mr. Morsan...

On the other hand, Claude, this second son of his, he's too careless to be a father, and he's too bold to think about climbing to sleep on the roof. You know, it's a four-story roof, it's 13 or 4 meters from the ground, and the roof is still a slope. If you don't pay attention, you'll roll down. It's too dangerous...

From this point of view, Mr. Morsan sincerely appreciated the fact that the night patrol had discovered the situation, and it would have been too late if they had not discovered it sooner, when Claude really fell off the roof. Interesting becomes tragic, as compared to Mr. Morsan, who prefers to choose it over tragic. It's better to be laughed at than to lose a loved one, and he's also a qualified father, a father who cares about his children.

To that end, Mr. Morsan also deliberately dedicated a lunch time to the captain of the night patrol at the old tavern, who found Claude on the roof, expressing his sincere gratitude to them. This earned him a lot of praise from the diners at the old tavern, and everyone thought Mr. Morsan was a gentleman and grateful.

As for the White Deer Morning News, huh… Mr. Morsan returned to town hall to hold a joint congress on the theme of severely combating tax evasion and tackling environmental health and safety throughout the town. So the whole workshop venue in Bai Lu Town went through a strict inspection storm. The slightest mistake was a ticket, and it was rectified within a time limit...

The newspaper of the White Deer Morning News is naturally the top priority of this major inspection. Finally, a large number of problems were detected. In the area of hygiene alone, 13 tickets were issued, punishing the editor-in-chief of the newspaper with pain and desperation. Finally, a shareholder came home with a gift to pay a visit to Mr. Morsan, and then National Councillor Sir Fox came forward to meet him. Mr. Morsan nodded and released the White Deer Morning News.

Claude's life was not so good either, first severely banned by his father and then on the roof, and then ridiculed by his partners and classmates for over a week in school. In particular, Claude was nicknamed Claude on the roof. The first time I heard this nickname, I thought Claude was a chimney worker...

Claude doesn't care what people call him, but Ericsson and Verickro have beaten up several classmates who secretly call him Claude. Usually, the four of them don't fit very well in school, and the classmates are a little afraid of their four bullies. Even if Claude had more attention and restrained his barbaric temper after crossing, he would still be one of the school's dominators. It's rare to make a joke, but how can it not be publicized by those jealous classmates...

Claude now has another headache, and his father is angry, but Mr. Morsan's love for his son can still be felt by Claude. Just after his father forbade him to climb to the roof again, Claude discovered that a six-mounted meditation technique, often practiced six times overnight, could only be practiced three times in the small loft, more than three times feeling mentally weak and unconscious on both sides of the temple began to feel some hidden pain. No wonder Master Landers said in his diary to be careful how many times you meditate when you start practicing, you can't run out of mental energy...

But then Claude seemed strange. Hasn't a magician discovered in thousands of years that meditation in the moonlight would work half as well? You can practise meditation all night in the moonlight on the roof, not only have you not exhausted your mental strength, but your spirit also has a very exciting feeling, like taking stimulants.

Claude wouldn't believe it if no magician had found it for thousands of years. After thinking about it, Claude thought there were only two reasons, and one magician who discovered it was all broom treasure, hiding it without telling anyone.

Another reason is security, because Master Landers said in his diary that meditation must be practiced in a quiet and uninterrupted place. Although safety is not said to be unsafe, it is obvious that even the practice of meditation does not have the possibility to practise qigong kind of fire, but the magician's external sensation has been interrupted when practicing meditation, at this time when his body is the most vulnerable, even a child of seven or eight years old, is enough to take a fatal blow to the magician in meditation.

Claude, of course, once wondered if he might be psychic, different from others, but thought about it and thought about it as if it wasn't possible. Thousands of years of magical civilization, amazing magicians, what characters have never appeared? Only more, not less, are stronger than themselves. Like Master Landers, he has eight spiritual abilities and looks a little more powerful than himself...

However, the effects of meditation were quickly apparent for three consecutive nights, and even though Claude's spirit was still exhilarating, his body could not stand the consequences of not sleeping for three days. Claude probably wouldn't even be able to go to school if it wasn't Sunday, the next day when someone mistook him for a thief. Mr. Morsan scolded me that day and rolled back to the loft at 4: 00 in the evening to go to sleep. As a result, Claude slept for about 18 hours at night until Sunday's supper hour.

Fortunately, Mother didn't interrupt Claude's sleep because she was worried about going to the loft all the time. Claude regained his body with a long sensation by telling his sister Anna and younger brother, Little Booker, not to bring the little snowdog upstairs to disturb him. How can I put it? Young is good...

So Claude learned his lesson and stopped climbing the roof and practicing meditation all night. He now begins to practice meditation in bed every night at 9: 00 pm, and after three exercises at around 2: 00 pm, he happens to be mentally tired to fall asleep, wakes up at 7: 00 am to wash down for breakfast, and then goes to school with his friends behind his backpack.

Although I sleep only about five hours a day at night, I am tired of practicing meditation. I fall asleep deeply every time. I have no dreams until dawn. This sleep quality cannot be better. The other is that he is only 16 years old, young and full of vitality. Besides, the morning literature class can make up for it, so Claude didn't ruin his body because of it. As those novels describe, the wicked magicians are all pale and weak...

The only thing that made Claude happy during this period was that Bok Al sold his Sullivan gold coin at a high price of twelve gold kroner. This is a shocking price for all partners, and you can only exchange two gold crowns if you take Sullivan gold coins to a bank in town. Both Ericsson and Verricolo were moved by this and wanted to give their own Sullivan gold coin as well.

Bok Al said it was a coincidence that this Sullivan gold coin was sold at such a high price that all four of his father's friends deliberately took the coin as their own collection and took a live photo shoot at his house. Under the auspices of his father, two of them were already a little grudged up, so they constantly weighed in during the auction, eventually at such a high price.

In fact, there was some regret that the guy had succeeded in getting this Sullivan gold coin, because a Sullivan gold coin, at market prices, was about ten gold crowns. Though Sullivan gold coins rarely appear on the market, they are stolen as soon as they do. But the twelve gold kroners clearly exceeded the value of the Sullivan gold coins themselves. He could not regret just calling out the price, but he was happy to deal with Bok Al.

Bok Al concluded that his father's friend, who shot the Sullivan gold coin, had nothing to lose. Although the deal was at a high price of twelve gold kroons, the price of this gold coin would soon rise to around twelve to fifteen gold kroons if the Sullivan gold coin was collected in more than a decade.

The reason is simple: this Sullivan gold coin was refined by magicians using alchemy in the Ruwen Magic Array, not the road cargo that was machine-disciplined in the coin mill. Now that the quantity is decreasing, it can be concluded that the price of a Sullivan gold coin will be increasing in the future. A coin collector, if he doesn't have a Sullivan gold coin in his collection, he can't get a hold of it.

Bok Al's conclusion dispelled the idea that Eriksson and Velikro wanted to play the Sullivan Gold Coin they owned, and since Bok Al decided that Sullivan Gold Coins would rise in value in the future, let it go. Anyway, they don't have much of a rush for money right now. Perhaps it would be nice to wait for a heirloom for their grandchildren in the future...

Eriksson announced the good news that this Sunday you can take his boat to Beringer Lake to fish for water ducks.

To be honest, Ericsson's little fishing boat has been tormented for a long time by sea tumbles and waves. We could have gone to the lake last Sunday. But Claude fell asleep in bed one day, and Bok Al and Velikro went to the Eriksson pier. As a result, Uncle Pegg put a stop to the impulse of three young people to take a boat to the lake, which could only stay in the water by the pier and keep putting loads on, while also testing the effect of the living tank to ensure that the boat did not leak.

So Bok Al and Velikoro helped Eriksson, carrying things on and off the boat under Uncle Pegg's command, and all three were tired to death before returning home. And the small fishing boat had to soak in the water for about three days, then drag it ashore and flip over to check the bottom of the boat. Wait until you're sure you're okay to sail officially.

“Are you sure you won't ask us to do another day of hard work?” Boquer asked, "Villicro nodded beside me. Both of them were frightened by last Sunday's torturous experience. I had no idea that retrofitting a small fishing boat would be such a hassle, so many times to inspect...

“Really, I can swear.” Erickson's red-hearted curse swears he didn't lie to them: "Uncle Pegg has checked the bottom of the boat and thinks the boat is perfectly remodeled to sail underwater. That's why I invite you to go fishing and hunting on the lake this Sunday. You don't know the good people! ”