Chapter 78 Flying Fish School

It was probably the third day that Dean closed his business for fish farming, and his neighbors finally noticed that this quiet breeding house had not been open for several days.

The knights who were busy all day didn't have much thoughts about this, but other people living in this area couldn't help their desire for gossip.

"Look what I said!"

Morel, who got up early, brought breakfast and gossiped to his neighbor who was washing clothes: "Our place is not a place for business, so if a breeding house is opened here, it will not take a few days." It’s going to close!”

"You really have good eyesight. Let me see, you are much better than that little boss with thin skin and tender flesh. If you want to do business, you must do better than him!"

Aunt Pansen agreed while rubbing her clothes.

Knowing that she was making fun of him, Morel was not annoyed and replied with a smile: "I will write down what you said and tell Mork when he comes back today!"

"He has delayed a rich man!"

"Are you serious!" Aunt Panson was amused, "Even if Knight Mock is going to knock on Boss Dean's door tonight!"

"Please, open the door quickly. If you don't open the door, my wife will leave home and go into business!"

"It will scare him!" Morel also joked along with her words, "I lifted such a thin boy with one hand. He was too weak. His thighs... My arms are thick!"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and started gesticulating.

"Let's just say he's from District 6. He's different from the rest of us. It's normal to be thinner."

Aunt Pansen actually thinks that such a boy is pretty good, "He looks really cute when he's with that little monster."

"That's true." Morel nodded in agreement, "If it were like Mock, let alone selling Warcraft, even if they were put together, I couldn't help but spit it out."

Aunt Pansen couldn't help but imagine the scene of a muscular tough guy holding a little monster, lovingly.

Then put on the face of neighbor Mork.

Um……

She stopped washing the clothes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the urge to retching.

"Why don't you go and ask?"

Not wanting to continue this topic, Aunt Panson looked at Morel, who looked very interested and seemed to be planning to say something else, and tried to divert her attention.

"This... is not good."

Morel was a little moved, but considering that he and Dean were not that familiar, he hesitated.

After all, she was just more curious than caring, so she didn't feel too embarrassed to come directly to the door.

But Aunt Pansen tried her best to persuade her, "What's wrong? We are all neighbors. Appropriate care can also reflect the hospitality of our people in District 13!"

"I think you are curious yourself, so you pushed me to be a pioneer!"

Morel mercilessly exposed the neighbor's little thoughts, and then, despite the other's guilty persuasion, he could not hold back his curiosity, opened the courtyard door, and walked towards Dean's breeding house.

When he came closer, Morel deliberately tidied up his appearance and tidied up his hair that was messed up while doing housework. Then he raised his hand and prepared to ring the wind chime.

However, before she could take action, figures slowly rising into the sky attracted Morel's attention.

She raised her head and looked at the devil floating fish floating in the air with its tail waving, and opened her mouth involuntarily.