Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 167 The Power of Love
The carriage left the village and headed north quickly and steadily.

Looking at Mr. Andersen, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, and didn't even look at the road, Zhang Ang was curious: "Mr. Andersen, you don't even look at the road, how can you control the horse so flexibly to move forward."

"Well." Mr. Andersen dragged his voice: "If it is someone else, I will tell him that the horse's eyes will help me see. But you are my friends, so tell the truth, in fact, it is the thread, the inner gas After being released, it turns into a thread. The invisible and formless internal force lines extend to the surroundings. Their touch and feedback are often more accurate and real than seeing with the eyes, and you can see things that are not usually seen at all. attention to detail and gorgeous views."

"It's really a dreamy realm." Zhang Ang couldn't hide his envy in his eyes: "Then you also use these magical threads to control these dolls?"

"Yes, each of them is carefully crafted by myself. Each doll has many small holes that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, allowing my internal force threads to enter and control them through the parts and mechanisms in their bodies. But this time, the damage was really heavy. Sigh." Looking at the scarred dolls hanging on the wall of the carriage, Mr. Andersen sighed leisurely.

"I've always had a question. I don't know if I should ask it." Zhang Ang was a little embarrassed.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You are my most trusted friends now. Let's just say it." Mr. Andersen said with a smile.

"I have never understood how you can control so many dolls by yourself. Even if you are multitasking, it is impossible to have such a powerful and exaggerated effect." Zhang Ang said his long-standing doubts.

"How to say this question, I think it should be because of love." Mr. Andersen's voice was full of emotion.

"Love?" Zhang Ang was puzzled.We are talking about martial arts, we are talking about martial arts, why not be so emotional and idealistic.

Mr. Andersen did not explain directly, but recalled: "My family was not very good when I was a child. My father was a shoemaker and my mother was a servant of a noble family. Fortunately, I was still devout at home, so I studied in the church for a few years. , learned literacy and some rough martial arts. Later I went to Copenhagen, entered the Royal Art Theater, and wrote a few good plays. I can be regarded as a well-known playwright. But my favorite in my heart is still dolls. , is a puppet show performed by dolls. When I was very young, I was fascinated by them when I saw them for the first time in a circus. It turns out that when I was in the theater, I secretly I have written a lot of small scripts for puppet shows, but I have never had the opportunity to perform in my stomach.”

After a pause, he continued: "Later, by chance, I met an old doll maker. I resolutely gave up my job in an art theater and learned how to make dolls, how to control dolls, and The way to control dolls with special internal force. I use wood, fine iron, leather, cloth, fur, and use all my time and energy to make each doll wholeheartedly, and write a book for each doll. It’s a story that only belongs to them. Then, I took our dolls out to perform. I have been working hard from the beginning when I was young and bumpy, to the proficiency in the end, and then to the crowd of the audience. In order to be more real I keep thinking, practicing, and even modifying the set of special internal skills taught to me by the old doll master to make it more suitable for me and my dolls. more suitable for my performance”

"You all know the following things. I became the most famous dollmaker in Denmark, and I have the strength I have now. No doll is my child. No one is more familiar with them, understands them better, and loves them more than me. They are. So, no matter how many, I can make them play their roles in my script."

Mr. Andersen stretched out his hand, his thumb suddenly fell down, and turned into a little girl in a white dress.

The girl with the big thumb danced lightly and cheerfully on his palm, and rubbed his fingers affectionately from time to time, as if she really came to life.

"This is Thumbelina, come and say hello to everyone." Mr. Andersen said with a smile.

The little doll nimbly stopped dancing, pinched the corners of the skirt, and gracefully bowed to Zhang Ang and Albert next to her, as if she was really a generous little girl.

"This is really amazing, it really seems to be alive." Albert couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Want to hear the story of Thumbelina?" Mr. Andersen's smile was very warm.

"of course."

"Once upon a time there was a woman who wanted a small and cute child very much." The carriage moved forward quietly, and the story flowed quietly.

"This story is so beautiful." A long-lost smile bloomed on Albert's face, which was beyond beautiful.

"Yes, the most childlike stories are the most beautiful. This is my fairy tale." Mr. Andersen stroked the carriage under him: "This is my fairy tale town."

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In one story time, they found the group of Danish royal guards.

Beside them, there are still a few corpses of Skeleton Cultists, but there are not many corpses.

Obviously, they should have chased after the prince, but were killed by the broken royal guards who came from behind.

In the protective circle surrounded by the royal guards, stood a middle-aged man with a tired face.

He was wearing exquisite chain armor, with a broken sword stuck in his waist, his dark brown hair was a little messy, he had two neat mustaches, and there were bloodstains on his cheeks and armor, and he looked a little embarrassed .

But when he saw the slowly approaching carriage, the exhaustion and worry on his face dissipated, and he hurriedly led someone up to meet him: "Mr. Andersen, it's great that you're fine. If I don't have you this time, I'll be fine."

"No, what you really want to thank is these two children." Mr. Andersen interrupted him, pointing seriously at Zhang Ang and Albert who were sitting next to him.

"These two are." His Royal Highness didn't seem to have reacted yet.

The captain of his guard hurried forward: "Your Highness, these two are the two wandering warriors who helped us defeat those skeleton cultists in the village."

"But, but, how can you be so young, isn't it said that you are a venerable and a great master?" The prince opened his mouth wide.

"That's true. This great master uses a knife. The powerful body of the skull teacher is in front of his knife spirit, like a blank sheet of paper, and can be chopped up casually." The captain introduced to the prince.

"And this venerable lord possesses an astonishingly light kung fu that has never been seen before. In front of her, even the venerable powerhouse of the Skeleton Cult can only end in defeat." He introduced Albert.

(End of this chapter)