HP's Foreign Land

Chapter 402 Another way?

A group of spiders headed back to the eight-eyed lair in a mighty way. At this moment, Heimdall's feverish head had been cooled down by the forest wind in the winter night, and his body was also cooled down together with his head.

This ups and downs experience brought Heimdall unprecedented excitement, which made him excited beyond control. Now, the excitement caused by external forces has gradually subsided, and the roller coaster will always reach the end and return to silence. Mudar inevitably felt the strong drop after returning to the flat ground.

Chief Sturluson let out a long and empty sigh, yes, he was hungry.

In the depths of the distant darkness came the howling of wolves, high-pitched but ethereal, one after another, Heimdall, who was in the aftertaste of the "climax", couldn't stop, wishing he could throw his neck back and let out a few more howls.

After only a few hours of immersion in the wild environment, temporarily throwing off the cloak of civilization, I began to become wild like the Romans for no reason.

But he quickly dismissed the idea, one, he was afraid that he might really attract a werewolf or something, and two, he didn't have the motivation to cry and howl.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch the pocket of his robe, and thinking of Cocos' trusting eyes full of hope before he left that day, Heimdall was really indescribably frustrated.

So much so that after returning to the eight-eyed spider's lair, Aragog expressed his gratitude to a human being for the first time because of the rescue of all his descendants, but Heimdall looked as if he was stable and dead.

Fortunately, Aragog was not as inconsequential as a sophisticated human being. He even took Heimdall's slightly indifferent response as a matter of course.

"Are you hungry?" Heimdall looked at Toffee, Toffee shook his head first, then nodded.

Heimdall chuckled. With him, Toffee has long been accustomed to the eating patterns of human beings, and has developed a good habit of eating three meals a day at regular intervals.Heimdall took out his pocket watch and checked the time. It was past nine o'clock. Generally speaking, he would not eat anything substantial after nine o'clock in the evening, but today must be an exception.

"Olar, are you hungry?" Of course Heimdall will not forget Comrade Queen Falcon who opened his eyes today.

Olar didn't react much yet, but the spiders became quite agitated, leaning back one by one, afraid of being caught by Olar's eyes.

Heimdall didn't embarrass these spiders who wanted to dig three feet into the ground, and he didn't have the perverted hobby of basing his happiness on the fear of others. After thinking about it, he raised his voice, "Why don't you go back to eat first." Wick Learn more about how to feed it.

Olar flew down and circled around Heimdall, fluttering his wings as if he was afraid of being abandoned, and finally got a chance to show it. A follower of animals who considers himself a servant, Olar has always been eager to have a chance to show his skills.

But the shy and docile personality makes it difficult to express his impulse properly, so he has to endure it again and again, especially after the pod cat and toffee appear one after another, Olar's depression is increasing day by day, and he seems to understand that in In Heimdall's mind, there is nothing but sending letters.

Olar is not a pod cat that can "talk freely", nor is it an alternative beast Chimera that can act like a baby. It is just an unknown queen falcon. It is its nature to obey orders, and it is its duty to deliver letters diligently As a vocation, Olar performed his duties with the most simple attitude, and he has always done an excellent job.

Just like Harry's beautiful owl Hedwig, who attracted countless envious eyes, Olar and Hedwig maintained the same amazing record in the post of courier - never sent a wrong or delayed mail, Ola Paul's performance is also worthy of praise from others.

It's a pity that Olar doesn't have Hedwig's pleasing and eye-catching appearance. The strange black appearance easily makes people feel a sense of fear that they can't help but want to shy away from it at the first time. ignored.

Olar is eager to show himself in front of the master, and to let the master know that it can also sacrifice its life for the master, and it is not an "owl" that only sends letters.

Tonight, it worked.

Olar's unexpected performance really made the owner Heimdall look at it with admiration, and successfully discovered Heimdall's sincere sense of guilt. He really ignored Olar for too long.

Once the habit becomes natural, it naturally becomes a matter of course. In the end, the initial touch and the resulting cherishment are all forgotten.

People are so mean, they always realize what they have lost after losing it.

Fortunately, Heimdall did not lose Olar, and he should be thankful for this. Not all magical animals have the consciousness to devote themselves to death like Queen Falcon.

It can be said that toffee will never reach such a height of obsession, and the natural self-esteem of the fierce beast will not allow it to work hard without a bottom line.

Looking at the anxious Olar, Heimdall couldn't help feeling mixed feelings, and clapped his hands towards it in mid-air.

Olad suddenly flew down happily, folded his wings, and fell into Heimdall's open arms, and was embraced by Heimdall. Their movements cooperated quite tacitly, and at the same time, they also recovered a trace of what happened in the ice and snow field back then. The warmth and touch of being with each other in a strange school.

Heimdall couldn't remember the last time he was so close to Olar. He sighed in his heart, touched Olar's little head that was rubbing against his cheek, and dropped a few light kisses on it.

"Go back, be obedient." Heimdall said to it. "Master will feel sorry for you if you are hungry."

Olar is a nocturnal creature, and the best time to be active is at night, and eating at night is more beneficial to its growth.

Olar dawdled a few more times, and after Heimdall poked its head vigorously, he obediently flew away from his master. He seemed a little shy, probably because he was not used to his master who suddenly became unrestrained towards him.

If the centaurs were here, they would definitely lose their eyes. Heimdall hugged and kissed a queen falcon. If the organization that illegally raised the queen falcon had not been banned, those wizards would definitely fight with them. The horsemen squatted on the ground together to pick up their eyes.

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After sending Olar away, Heimdall sat down on the wet muddy floor, turned to Toffee and said, "Why don't you go back to eat too."

Toffee played a bit wild, and it is more adapted to the wild environment, so it doesn't want to leave for a while.

Heimdall saw it rushing to communicate with Aragog, and didn't know what they said. Under Aragog's command, several big eight-eyed animals were dragged out of their food bank. Large pieces of fresh meat, toffee is not polite to them, in front of these spiders, chewing and swallowing their food.

In fact, Toffee prefers to hunt by himself. When he was in the German school, Heimdall would use the early morning to let it go into the pine forest to find food for himself, but right now, nothing is better than nothing.

In this forest full of unknowns, Toffee is not afraid of threats in the dark, but has to worry about Heimdall's safety. It thinks it's better not to leave him too far.

... Before coming out, the cat nagged it for a long time.

"The toffee ate your food, what do you do?" Heimdall said while taking out a cloth bag from his pocket.

"Hagrid will send us food regularly, probably because we are afraid that we will run around when we are hungry and cause unnecessary trouble."

Heimdall felt that Aragog was full of helplessness when he said this. Even though they lived in the Forbidden Forest, they still had to abide by the biological laws of the Forbidden Forest. Under the eyes of wizards, they make a living and are kept as pets for play.

His stomach growled, and Aragog wanted to do his favor as a landlord, "Would you like some?"

Heimdall refused bluntly. He really likes to eat meat, but he is not crazy enough to drink blood.

He took out a lunch box from his pocket, opened the lid, and there were six mini mixed sandwiches neatly stacked inside. The background behind him was the picture of toffee and the same hungry spiders gnawing blood and blood. Heimdall actually With a great appetite, he ate three Victor's love sandwiches in a row. When he went to get the fourth sandwich, he looked down and saw the faint light on his chest.

By the way, the mirror!

Heimdall quickly took out the metal chain and took out the "wizard mobile phone". Sure enough, Victor's face appeared in the mirror.

Looking at the worry-filled boyfriend, the moment he saw him, he calmed down and smiled, Heimdall's seemingly heartless and calm appearance disappeared in an instant, and his face wrinkled at a jaw-dropping speed of change. It became a frowning bun.

"Victor, what should I do? I messed things up." At this moment, he desperately needs a window where he can vent his frustration.

Although the centaur tribe made a big fuss and returned victoriously, what is rare is that it was affirmed and respected by the eight-eyed spider. Heimdall knew that he should be proud and excited about this, but the lingering thing in front of his eyes was It was Cocos' expectant face.

"Are you hungry?" Victor asked calmly as if he didn't hear anything.

Heimdall took a bite of the sandwich, "I'm so excited..." (translation: eating a sandwich)

Victor said again, "You're tired."

"I can still hold on."

"Come back early and rest, let's talk about tomorrow." Victor stretched out his finger and pointed at the mirror.

The calm gossip made Heimdall feel very comfortable.

He ate the fourth sandwich three times, five times and two times, hugged the mirror and gave the mirror a hard swipe, his fighting spirit suddenly rose as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"I'll go back later, remember to make up for Olar."

Then he gave the mirror a hard swipe, said goodbye to Victor who smiled helplessly, and carefully stuffed the mirror back into his clothes.

Sitting on the ground, staring at the faintly visible silver spider threads hidden at the junction of light and shadow, Na stayed for a while, wondering if he should kill the carbine... No, not back the carbine, he should go back and apologize to the horseman... Don't do it, it wasn't him who started the dispute...

While thinking wildly, Aragog's voice came from his ears, "What does the mermaid want to exchange with the centaur?"

"...I don't know." Heimdall who came back to his senses shook his head.

"Give me their bags." Aragog said directly.

"Don't do it," Heimdall also learned to go straight. "I haven't opened these things before, so I can't give them to you."

"The centaurs can't be counted on anymore, they always keep what they say." Aragog reminded him.

"That's not the problem." Heimdall shook his head again. "As a representative of the mermaid, my task is to deliver information. The leader of Cocos never said that I can open this bag at will. I also shoulder the responsibility of protecting this bag, so except for the leader of the centaur, I can't see it, and neither can you. .”

"A long-winded human being." Aragog was a little unhappy when he was rejected, and the huge pliers made a scalp-numbing rustling sound.

The absence of Olar, who was the most threatening to the eight-eyed spider, did put him at a disadvantage in the possible second wave of confrontation-now the degree of relaxation in manipulating the situation mainly lies with Aragog, not Heimdall.

Even so, Heimdall still does not back down, this is a matter of principle.

Fortunately, the situation did not develop in a regrettable direction in the end. Heimdall's actions tonight brought a considerable degree of goodwill to these brainy, eight-legged guys. This goodwill just offset Aragog's dissatisfaction. happy.

Heimdall didn't know that the spider guide had said a lot of good things for him in private, and what he could find was that Aragog didn't seem to have any intention of vengeance, so he relaxed and wiped out the rest of the sandwiches.

"If possible, please help me deliver a message to the mermaid leader." After a long silence, Aragog spoke again.

This rhetoric seems to have been carefully thought out, and it sounds a bit unwilling, but it is also forced by some kind of helplessness...

Heimdall was not sure what it was going to do, thought for a while, and said, "Can you tell me your motive? For example, what are you planning to talk to the mermaid? Otherwise, I don't know how to convey it."

"You tell the mermaid leader that we eight-eyed spiders can also make deals with them."

Heimdall was taken aback when he heard that, "What about the deal?"

"I know what they need. The main raw material for making mermaid balls is the herbs that grow in the Forbidden Forest. Only horses know about these herbs." Aragog added, "In exchange, we need food, a lot of food."

Heimdall understands a bit. Aragog is looking for a way out for the sustainable development of his family. Maybe after tonight, the centaurs will take some actions against the eight-eyed spiders, or sanction them. The hunting of the eight-eyed people will definitely Deeply affected, Hagrid sent a lot of food, but the eight-eyed community is far from the scale it is today with the support of wizards alone. Like all high-intelligence creatures, they don't like cheap food.

"Apart from the mermaid, what else is there in the lake?" Aragog asked.

Heimdall guessed it meant, what else could be eaten in the lake besides mermaids?

"Fish of different sizes, and the giant squid that mermaids like to eat..." and the water monsters that are multiplying faster than the eight-eyed spiders, which are already on the verge of flooding.

Thinking of this, Heimdalton suddenly became energetic, and seemed to be able to see the dawn of feasibility.

"I understand, I'll go back now." Heimdall jumped up, patted his buttocks, then stopped moving, raised his eyes and asked uncertainly, "May I ask, you and your children and grandchildren are used to eating water." product?"

Aragog said, "As long as it's meat, we're not picky."

Heimdall burst into tears, long live meat, long live partial eclipse!