Chapter 17 The Tyndale Brothers

Joan asked Aunt Barbara to help pack the purchased food and put it on the sled. She also borrowed letter paper, quill pens and ink bottles from Aunt Barbara, and wrote a text message to Mr. Jason Tyndall on the counter of the grocery store .

The current mayor and sheriff of Delin Town, Jason Tyndall, runs a sawmill. He has always been very interested in the black oak tree in the woods of Joan's family. , but neither old man Tire nor Joan had any intention of selling it before.

Now that the situation has changed, Joan will go to Leiden Harbor to study in two months, but the tuition fee has not yet been paid. The old man Tyre is not flexible enough to look after such a large forest alone. He sold the black oak tree before his family to help raise part of his grandson's tuition.

After writing the letter, Joan left the grocery store, dragged the sled straight to the end of the street, crossed a small stone bridge, and saw a factory building on the bank of the Delin River in the distance. The wheel feet are twelve feet high, and they rotate day and night under the impact of the river water, providing natural power for the riverside wood processing factory, driving the huge chainsaw to cut logs and process them into regular logs.

The Tyndale family's compound was next to the sawmill, and there was a green-painted mailbox in front of the door. Joan walked lightly to the gate, stuffed the letter written in advance into the mailbox, and then dragged the sled home.

Early the next morning, Joan just woke up to take a shower when he heard a dog barking outside the door. Going out to take a look, two figures are walking towards this side. Jamie thought it was a stranger at first, and growled alertly, but soon recognized him as an old friend, and greeted him wagging his tail.

"Good morning, Jamie Kid!"

A short and stocky boy waved to Jamie, and squatted down to hug the half-breed winter wolf affectionately. Behind the short and stout boy was a boy who was six to seven points similar in appearance to him, taller and thinner. Joan recognized them as the two sons of the mayor's family at a glance. The short and strong one was the eldest son Dick Tyndall, and the thin and tall one was the second son Roger Tyndall. The only friend.

The Tyndale brothers, both older than Joan, joined the town's militia company as young guards after graduating from elementary school. Dick is 16 years old, strong and powerful, and is good at using a tomahawk. Roger is 15 years old, quick in response, and is a well-known "mark marksman" in the town.

Dick has a bold personality. After meeting him, he couldn't help but give Joan a "bear hug". He picked him up and turned him around twice before putting him down. Do you still need to write a letter? Just shout outside the door, I really don’t understand you!”

The meticulous Roger understood Joan's strange temper better, and patted his brother on the shoulder to stop him from nagging.

"Joan, let's go chop trees now! Finish the work early, and we can spare some time to hunt." Dick picked up the ax and ran to the woods behind the house excitedly.

Joan and Roger quickly followed. On the way, Roger asked Joan about the Leiden College. He didn’t know where he learned about the high tuition fees, so he told Joan privately: “If money is tight, you can borrow money from my father. The mayor will not refuse to support a A young mage with a bright future."

Joan was very grateful for Roger's concern, but he didn't plan to borrow money from anyone, including Mr. Mayor, for the time being. There are still more than two months before the start of school, but if there is still a glimmer of hope, he would rather use his own labor to raise tuition fees than owe the kindness of others.

The three young people talked and laughed all the way, and after half an hour they arrived at the forest hut. Dick went into the house and drank a large bowl of water, wiped his mouth and continued on the road. When he saw the black oak tree in the distance, the corner of his mouth couldn't help grinning to one side, he swung his ax and rushed up.

Joan inadvertently caught a glimpse of python-like roots floating on the ground where the snow had melted, and quickly reminded Dick to be careful of his feet. However, it was still a step too late. The reckless Dick had already tripped over a tree root, staggered and fell, and the ax in his hand fell to the ground, almost cutting off his big toe.

"Joan told you to pay attention to your feet, Dick, are you listening? Forget it, let me do it!"

Roger was deeply helpless with his brother's frizzy style. He picked up the ax and walked to the black oak tree calmly. He held the ax high in both hands and was about to chop towards the tree trunk. Big yawn.

"Strange, I feel so sleepy all of a sudden..." Roger really couldn't resist the overwhelming tiredness, he dropped the ax and said vaguely, "Let me take a nap first, it won't be too late to cut down trees after a short nap." As he spoke, he sat on the ground under the tree, fell asleep soundly with his back against the trunk, and snored heavily.

"Roger Roger! How did you fall asleep? Hey, you said I was frizzy, you are more foolish than me!" Dick laughed.

Joan couldn't laugh. The Tyndall brothers haven't noticed that the atmosphere in the forest today is particularly weird, while Joan is sensitive to all kinds of abnormal signs. Although Dick was reckless, he would not fall on the ground for no reason. Roger was always calm and calm. How could he fall asleep on the muddy and snowy ground? Joan had to suspect that there was some kind of supernatural power in this forest, which was preventing the Tyndall brothers from cutting down the black oak tree in its unique way.

Just when he was wondering secretly, there were hurried footsteps behind him, and the barking of dogs quickly approached from far to near. It was Kandy who brought Jamie to chase after him.

Conti ran all the way, panting, her pretty face was flushed, and her forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat. From a distance, she saw Dick walking towards the black oak with an axe, and hurriedly shouted "Stop!"

Dick turned around when he heard the sound, and looked at Conti in confusion: "Miss... who are you? I've never seen you in town..."

"Her name is Kandy, my friend." Joan introduced.

"This is really strange. I didn't expect such an introverted person like Joan to have a girlfriend!" Dick grinned.

"It's not what you think..." Joan defended weakly.

"Let's not talk about that first, are you going to cut down this black oak tree?" Canti stared at Dick, his pretty face was full of anger.

"Yes, but don't worry, we didn't cut it for nothing. Joan can get a thousand bright little gold coins from my father if he sells this tree."

Dick smiled and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together in a gesture of counting money.

"This is not allowed!" Kandy turned to look at Joan, pleading in his eyes, "Don't cut down this tree!"

"Why?" Dick asked eagerly.

"The black oak tree is Mira's symbiotic plant. If the tree is cut down, Mira will die too!" Conti said eagerly.

"What are you talking about? What the hell is 'Meera'!" Dick rubbed the back of his head, his face full of confusion.

"Mira is a little dryad." Joan added cautiously, "I haven't seen it, but Kandy said she saw it on the black oak tree."

"Huh? Dryad?" Dick couldn't help but laugh. "Miss, are you kidding me? Dryads are just fairy tales. Only the naive children believe that they really exist in the real world."

"You're wrong, the dryad is not a fairy tale, she is in this forest, on this tree, if you can't see her, it doesn't mean she doesn't exist." Candy said angrily.

Dick scratched his head and looked at Joan helplessly.

Kandy's eyes also turned to Joan, and he said seriously: "I know you have to sell this tree to raise tuition fees. Anyway, you can sell it to anyone, so you might as well sell it to me!"

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