Loading...
"Grandpa, what in the world did the elves do to make you this angry?"
Olaf couldn't understand it. His grandfather's sudden fury had flared like a forge set ablaze. Though he was a little frightened by Tobey's current state, his intuition told him that he had to get to the bottom of it.
"It's none of your concern. Just focus on your own responsibilities. We'll handle the rest," Tobey growled, not even turning his head as he barked the words. "Get ready to begin. We're not altering a thing just because a bunch of pointy-ears came with some ultimatum. Unless they can rip the Tree of Life's roots out of the ground themselves—and if they could, they wouldn't be here bothering us with threats."
From beneath his thick, unkempt hair, Tobey cast a sidelong glance at his grandson. He made his intent clear: stay out of this. The work was about to begin.
"But—"
Olaf hesitated, still wanting to say more.
"You're operating the mechanical arm. Do it right. If you mess up and drop something important, I'll string you up on that machine for seven days straight."
Tobey knew his grandson all too well. A stern threat was the only language Olaf respected.
"All right! Heh, even if I did get strung up, I wouldn't mind!"
Sure enough, Olaf let the matter drop instantly. His eyes gleamed with anticipation; he nearly drooled with excitement. Curiosity and worry were swept away in the tidal wave of expectation.
"Go on, then. Do your job—and don't bring shame to the Bronzebeard clan."
Tobey punched his grandson lightly in the...
Unlock free chapters every day
Bookmark your novel and never lose track of your progress
Share your thoughts with your favorite translator in the comments.
