[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

In the hot summer, Arthur felt cool when he woke up, his magic was limited, and he could draw magic lines, not to mention that he wove an exquisite rattan ball and hung it on a tall tree. It's really a very comfortable thing.At the root of the tree was his storeroom, and there was a mountain of nuts that would probably make field mice go crazy, and Arthur planned to dig up the ground early in the warm weather and pull out a mansion for the winter.

Such a workload was not small, so Arthur washed his face with a few drops of dew, climbed out of the takraw ball, jumped down, and suddenly turned into a brown swift in mid-air, hovering in the air and flapping its wings , turned his furry head around, and chose a direction to have breakfast.

After eating some berries, he put some back in a small basket to make jam. With the wings on his back, Arthur can hover in the air for a while. Of course, it is not as comfortable as flying in the original form, but it is enough for now.

He also stored some jams in the storage room, which are kept fresh with magic patterns, so they are not afraid of being damaged in the short term.In exchange for jam, the nearby small animals were happy to work for him, and a few house mice worked on schedule to help expand Arthur's basement.

"Mr. Swallow! Look here!" screamed a house mouse. "There are a few jars of jam missing here! I counted twenty-five jars yesterday, and now there are only twenty jars!"

His companion gave him a slap in the face, you said you have nothing to do, why count other people's jam?Being a house mouse is definitely harboring evil intentions!

Arthur didn't care at first, but when he heard what he said, he looked up and saw that the cans in the corner were gone.He didn't care much about the jam. Now that the berries were ripe, he could have as many as he wanted. What he cared about was his glass jars.With such a small human figure, he can barely use the dolls used by children in the city. The big dog risked being discovered and got him more than 20, and now five of them have been stolen directly, which is unbearable!

The house mouse pawed in the corner again, its whiskers twitching, "Mr. Swallow! It's a field mouse! Look at this paw print!"

Arthur thinks that the voles in this world are simply wonderful!He can steal things better than a house mouse, no wonder he looks so mean in the original book.

"You guys go to work first, there will be plenty of jams promised to you." Arthur folded his wings, and the berries in the basket were not in the mood to mess with them. He casually stuffed a few into his mouth, and then climbed along the roots of the tree. to the ground.

The house mouse looked up at him and walked away, "What did Mr. Swallow do?"

His companion is much smarter than him, and has already started to dig the soil, "Don't think about it, work quickly! Do you still want to eat sweet jam?"

The door of the field mouse's house was kicked open. Arthur, holding the basket full of berries, slammed the field mouse through the door with one wing, and got in himself.

"How does my jam taste?" He stared at the trembling vole on the ground, "I remember I warned you? How dare you still have this kind of courage..."

The field mouse was frightened, and turned around with small eyes, trying to find a way to escape. Suddenly she thought of it, and ran to the living room quickly, shouting: "Mr. Mole! Please help! There is a little bird broke in!"

From the open door of the living room, Arthur smelled the aroma of jam. This kind of jam was unique to his family. Because he likes sweet food, he put a lot of sugar in it to cover up the slightly sour taste of the berries. After the jam was successfully brewed There will even be an exaggerated layer of frosting, and other small animals will add water to dilute it. Only Arthur is brutal and eats it raw.

The field mouse ran into the living room and hid directly behind her guest. This is the new mole, taciturn but has a lot of food. Just to achieve the goal.

In the end, the host came to the door, and she could only hope that the mole could eat the swallow, but...

Uncle Cat and Brother Gou told all the little animals with their painful facts that this swallow’s combat power is a bit scary, and it hurts to beat people QAQ

Mole's dark eyes are covered with a layer of gray. Living underground all year round has completely degraded his eyesight. He can only see a few faint outlines of light and shadow, but his sense of smell is unprecedentedly developed. He can smell the sweet scent of visitors. The scent of berries, with a touch of wind and dew, comforts him.He took off the top hat on his head, and bowed respectfully under the unbelievable eyes of the field mouse.

"Good morning, Mr. Swallow."

His voice was very low, even muffled. Arthur's eyes flicked past him, and the velvety fur caught his attention. It must be warm in winter.It's just that the other party has shown that he doesn't want to be his enemy, so Arthur can only think about the fur.

"How do you know I'm a swallow? By smell?"

"Yes..." Mole was a little embarrassed, "You have the fluffy smell of feathers on your body, as well as the smell of wind and rain. Your flying speed must be extremely fast. Combined with the species here, this conclusion can be easily drawn .”

Arthur has always appreciated knowledgeable people... Animals are no different, his tone softened, "It seems that you have some materials or even books in your hand, and the local species are also recorded in it, right? After all, the sparrow said , you just moved here."

"Yes..." Mole became more embarrassed, "If you are interested, I can share these books and the precious knowledge in them with you."

"I'm very honored," Arthur nodded. Being able to get in touch with books again made him feel happy, and he didn't even care about the thieves of the voles. "When I get my jam back, can I come and visit?"

"...Did you make the jam yourself?"

"Of course." Arthur was even a little proud. He could be regarded as a waste of life in capital letters before, and the trivial matters were all taken care of by the Lord God. The smoke cleared.In addition, it takes a long time to research both the magic pattern and the elements. If you have the time to toss your appetite, it is better to research some nutritional supplements.

In this world, he actually learned how to make jam, and is still so popular, the main god would probably burst into tears when he heard about it.

…No, the popularity is really just because your jam is the equivalent of sugar.

Unexpectedly, the Mole praised it against his conscience: "The taste is very unique, you are very talented."

Arthur was pleased, only to hear the Mole say again: "I wish I could store up some of your jam, and I can exchange it for what you need."

"for example?"

"Container, do you need a container?"

Arthur was completely aroused. He grabbed the vole who was trying to escape by the tail, and dragged her out of the door. "Wait a moment, I'll be back after I finish this matter."

Walking outside the hole, Arthur flapped his wings and flew into the air, hung the vole upside down on a twig not close to the ground, tied a slipknot, and managed to break free after struggling all morning—he was not careful enough to follow A small animal cares.

After finishing all this, Arthur turned back into the field mouse's hole, and the mole was still standing there waiting for him, his fluffy and chubby appearance made him look a bit cute.

"Let's talk about a deal, Mr. Mole." Swift's voice was mellow with the uniqueness of a bird. "Wood or glass is fine. How much jam do you want?"

When the first dead leaves fell, it was early in the morning. Arthur was trying to compact a large mass of soft cotton, but he was not strong enough. The birds, golden brown and white rolled together, and the mole's whiskers moved, hesitating for a moment before offering the straw rope.

"Take a break, Arthur, you've had a busy morning."

Arthur kept moving his hands, and his memory and comprehension were amazing. In just a few months, he had already learned a lot from the mole, and he was even able to independently build small machines without magic. The production method made him feel particularly fresh.

"I'll get it done right away..." He panted, pulling the straw rope to tie the cotton wool tightly, "Winter is coming, I want to weave at least one winter coat before then, and a scarf..."

The Mole endured and endured, and finally said, "Arthur, give me those wonderful clothes in colors and patterns, and I will make you a new suit."

"...Don't be so tactful, I know that the things I made are ugly." Arthur tied up the cotton, but he was frank, "There are always things that I am not good at, as long as I can wear them."

Arthur doesn't think there's anything wrong with being ugly. His emphasis is on practicality. He can even amaze the mole by sewing ten or eight pockets into the clothes he made. He didn't remember until he finished sewing. Wands and scrolls couldn't be used in this world, so many pockets he sewed could only hold melon seeds at best.

This is really a sad thing_(:зゝ∠)_

"The sun is about to come out, you go back first, and I'm counting on you for the cotton." Arthur looked at the sky, it was only a morning's work, and the leaves on the ground had already accumulated a thin layer, "I'll pick up some hazelnuts and go back , do you want to eat pine nuts?"

"...It's fine." As long as it's brought back by you.

The mole raised his head, even though he couldn't see it, he still held his head up stubbornly, the breath of the swallow gradually moved away from him, and the dexterous creature could fly high into the sky with a flick of its wings, not to mention the elves, who can take off from flat ground. It's not difficult.

A faint shadow appeared beside the mole, a handsome young man with a pair of transparent wings resembling a dragonfly, hanging down softly behind him.

"Your Highness, the arrest warrants against you have been cancelled. When do you plan to return to the Kingdom of Flowers?"

"...wait a minute, this winter is over." Mole's muffled voice sounded, and he was still persistently looking in the direction where the swallow left.

"Are you...are you planning to win over that elf species? Indeed, the swift is a very advantageous species, as a messenger..." The voice of the young man gradually faded away. He felt the low pressure around the mole and began to tremble. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Presumptuously guessing your intentions..."

"Next time, I'll tear your wings apart," whispered the Mole, and he dragged the bundle of batting, already thinking about what kind of scarf he should knit.

White suits Arthur very well, and light beige seems to be good too. I can't decide, so I just knit two.

He thinks it's cute that Arthur is not good at dressing up, which allows him to have more room for free play. In this long winter, he also wants to teach Arthur about the power of elves, but he just thinks of a better way Identify themselves.