The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

William took Freya and followed Gerwit to a hut in the middle of the village.

Compared with other thatched houses, this thatched hut is larger and feels more stable.

The most eye-catching thing is that there is a sheepfold in front of the hut, but the sheepfold is empty without a single sheep.

When William and the others walked over, a young man came out dejectedly, and behind them was a tall, fat old man with a flushed face, gray hair, and a smell of sheep.

Seeing these two people, Jerewit shouted happily, "Gerry, are you back? Father, I'm back!"

This dejected young man is Gerwitt's younger brother, the original owner of the little golden donkey, Grewitt.

And the tall, fat old man with a red face in the back was their father, Old Witt, Deliawitt.

Hearing the sound, Grewitt and Old Witt both raised their heads in surprise.

Seeing Jerwitt returning home, both Witt and his son seemed very happy, with smiles on their faces.

Old Witt kept his eyes on his eldest son.

But Grewitt's gaze shifted to William Freya behind Jerewitt, and then to the little golden donkey that Freya was holding.

That familiar figure immediately stimulated Grewitt's tense nerves.

He had just made a big fool of himself in front of his relatives and friends, and his little donkey couldn't pull out gold coins at all.

Relatives and friends laughed at him and his father, and the reputation of the Witt family was wiped out.

This is what Griwitt is brooding about!

Looking at the little donkey, Grewitt looked more and more familiar, and he stared at William and Freya fiercely, and yelled loudly, "You thief, you stole my gold!" donkey!"

As he said that, Grewitt charged towards Freya's position like a little wild horse.

Old Witt looked confused, not knowing what happened.

But Jerewit's expression changed, and he shouted, "Gerry, don't!"

But it's too late!

The distance between the two was a few meters, and Grewitt rushed in front of Freya in the blink of an eye.

Then... Grewitt's neck was strangled by William who suddenly appeared in front of Freya, and he lifted it up with one hand, and lifted it in the air.

Grewitt, who couldn't breathe, had bruises on his face, stepped on the air with his feet, and clapped his hands in disorder, but he couldn't cause the slightest hindrance to the expressionless William.

Jerewit begged again, "Master Zorro, don't!"

"He's my brother!"

"This is a misunderstanding!"

Gerwitt was still talking, and old Witt, who was worried about his son, rushed towards William like an angry old bull, trying to save his son.

Jerewit's heart trembled, and he only had time to shout, "Father, don't!"

Then he saw his father, Old Witt, rushing in front of William with an unstoppable momentum, and was slapped by William's other hand. His whole body was like a spinning top, spinning a few times on the spot, and then fell dizzily on the ground. He fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

At this time, William also felt that the young man who was strangled by him was no longer struggling, and his eyes swept over. His eyes were wide open, giving the feeling that he was about to explode, his mouth was wide open, and his hands were weak.

William snorted coldly, knowing that he was going to die if he didn't let go, so he threw him beside Old Witt.

Jerewit hurriedly rushed to their side to take care of them.

The air rushed into Griwitt's mouth, Griwitt gasped heavily, regained the power of life, and looked at William in fear for the rest of his life.

With the help of Jerewitt, Old Wit also regained some sanity.

He looked at the slender William with complicated eyes, and murmured, "This is far beyond the strength of ordinary people..."

Jerewitt gave William an apologetic look,

While helping his younger brother and father, he said, "Gerry, why are you so impulsive? He is Lord Zorro, Light of Justice! How could he be a thief?"

"You have to thank Master Zorro for your kindness! It's your luck that you didn't take your life!"

"Zorro? Is he Zorro, the Light of Justice?" Grewitt looked in disbelief when he heard his brother's words.

"Yes!" Jerewitt nodded with certainty.

Grewitt's face suddenly turned pale, "But, that donkey is really my golden donkey. If you don't believe me, watch me chant the spell!"

"Brick Britt!"

Grewitt hastily chanted the spell.

Hearing the incantation, the golden donkey shuddered and pulled up the gold coins on the spot.

Sparse!

It took more than a dozen gold coins to stop before it stopped.

"Look, Jieer, this is my golden donkey! The golden donkey my teacher gave me!" Griwet said aggrievedly, holding Geerwitt's hand.

Seeing this miraculous scene, Jerewit was also stunned.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he said in embarrassment, "Gerry, I don't know if this donkey is yours! But this donkey is Lord Zorro's spoils, it was Lord Zorro's gift from a despicable thief named Galia. Get the spoils there!"

"Galia?"

"Yes, the owner of the Reveler's Inn! He is the most mean and shameless person I have ever met! He stole the gourmet table that my teacher gave me! It was Lord Zoro who helped me and punished Gallia , and took back my property!" Jerewitt said.

Unexpectedly, Griwitt became more emotional, "That's right! I also stayed at the revelers' hotel! He must have stolen my donkey too!"

"This..." Jerewit was in a dilemma.

At this time, Freya knelt down, picked up a dozen gold coins under the golden donkey's buttocks, and put them into her bosom, then stood up, and said to the two brothers righteously, "It doesn't matter who this donkey is, but Now, there is no dispute that this is Lord Zorro's property! Unless, you can kill Lord Zorro!"

Hearing this, Jerewit smiled awkwardly, and waved his hands again and again, expressing that he didn't have such an idea.

Kill Zorro? As soon as this thought came up, Grewitt remembered the near-death experience just now, his body trembled, and the thought was instantly extinguished.

Grewitt was immediately discouraged.

The scene fell into a dull moment.

Old Witt's consciousness has almost recovered. Seeing this situation, he opened his mouth and said, "Okay, Gerry! You also heard from your brother just now that Master Zorro is your brother's benefactor, that is, The benefactor of our Witt family! Let’s not talk about the golden donkey, there are some things that don’t belong to you, and they don’t belong to you after all!”

"Now, invite our benefactor into our house! I have something to tell him!"

When Old Witt was talking, his eyes kept looking at William, as if looking at a rare treasure, or at a distant relative, full of eager light!

Seeing that William frowned slightly, he didn't know what old Witt was thinking.

Being so "excited" after being beaten by him, could it be that this big guy is from the alphabet circle?

The thought of this possibility made William feel terrible!

However, he is very skilled and bold, reminded by the magic mirror, he can deal with it calmly no matter what old Witt's plan is!

Old Witt said so. Although Grewitt still had some small opinions in his heart, he didn't dare to object in person. He followed Jerewitt and said, "Yes, father."

It just so happened that William also wanted to have a good communication with Old Witt. It was rare that he was so "enthusiastic" regardless of the past, and William readily accepted the appointment.

The father and son of the Witt family led William into their home!

The sanitation in the house of the Witt family was not much better, and there was a strange smell permeating the surroundings.

There are some leather and tools like files scattered around.

Only then did William remember that Old Witt was introduced as a tailor in the fairy tale "The Table, the Golden Donkey and the Stick".

Seeing the sheepish smell on his body, William thought he was a shepherd before!

The old Witt family should be considered wealthy. There are several wooden chairs in the family. Although they are rough and old, they are still solid and durable.

A few people sat down!

As soon as he sat down, Old Witt couldn't help asking William, "Master Zorro, Old Witt is more curious! You have superhuman strength, can you tell me how you got your strength?"

To pry into other people's secrets so directly? Freya's face turned cold.

And Jerewitt was also full of embarrassment.

William was very calm, shrugged, and replied, "Let's pass it on to the family."

William's knight training method comes from the Odyssey family, so it is not wrong to say.

But this vague answer misunderstood Old Witt.

"I guessed it would be like this!"

Old Witt had a "sure enough" expression.

"What?" William was a little puzzled.

Even Grewitt and Jerewitt had puzzled expressions on their faces.

Old Witt looked at them, pondered for a while, and asked Grewitt to close the door tightly, then lowered his voice and said solemnly, "Master Zorro, you are just like us!"

What, talk without end! William looked at Old Witt with dissatisfaction. He came to ask the animal companion about this skill, not to guess riddles!

Everyone is very busy, please don't mess around!

Seeing William's expression, Old Witt was a little puzzled, and said strangely, "Master Zorro, didn't your family mention it to you?"

mentioned? The Grand Duke Odyssey VII wanted him to die, why did he mention it?

William lowered his face and shook his head.

Old Witt frowned, and said to himself, "Could it be that the family inheritance has been lost?"

"Father, what are you talking about?" Jerewit, who was listening in a daze, couldn't help interjecting.

Old Witt sighed, looked at William with frowning eyebrows, and then at his son, made up his mind, and said, "It's time, you should also know this secret!"

Old Witt looked at William with burning eyes, "Master Zorro, I told you, you are just like us!"

"Because we are all the continuators of the blood of the old gods!"

"We have the blood of the ancient gods or strange monsters. Although it is thin, it is certain."

"I guess, Lord Zorro, you should have the blood of Hercules, the God of Hercules! Because you have power far beyond ordinary people!"

William, Freya, and Old Witt's two sons, Grewitt and Jerewitt, were all stunned by these words.

How could he become the Son of God just by talking?

William's feeling at this moment is as if he went out to take a taxi in his previous life, but the taxi master told him that you are Li Ka-shing's illegitimate son...

William even wondered if he went to the wrong set?

Isn't he wearing Grimm's Fairy Tales? How did it become Greek mythology?