It depends on the situation.

For the old monster like Gandalf and the Orc leader who lived for a long time, he was a complete illiterate person; for the young children in the town who had been studying for several years, he was a classmate.

Mo Tie has a super brain and a versatile translator. After studying it for several months, he can at least understand the picture book with a high popularity and simple vocabulary.

But Lawrence didn't know. When he saw the three books on the bedside, the food in his hand was almost scared - it was over, this guy was literate!

When Mo Tie walked into the store, Lawrence didn't dare to look at him. He just lowered his head to settle the score and said, "Mr. Ion, you are back, the food has been put in the room."

When Mo Tie went upstairs, Lawrence was feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles and needles and round the counter, but the guest called him not paying attention several times.

After dinner time, he finally couldn't help but knock on Mo Tie's door.

"Mr. Lawrence, are you doing anything?"

Mo Tie took the design of the longbow in the afternoon and searched for his memory with great difficulty. Seeing Lawrence coming in, he thought to himself that he had indeed come and asked.

"Mr. I'm here to take away the tableware."

Lawrence said indifferently, and his eyes were staring at the piece of paper in Mo Tie's hand since he entered the door.

"Is Mr. Lawrence interested in my weapons?"

Mo Tie turned the design drawings to Lawrence and let him see clearly.

Lawrence quickly looked at it and found that there were indeed some pictures on it. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "Have Mr. Ion redesigned that bow today with Zhunmo?"

"Yes, with this new weapon, it will be safer to sweep the orcs' nest in the future."

Lawrence noticed a word "sweep".

"Mr. Ian, have you killed all the orcs in that underground cave?"

Mo Tie thought for a while and said, "Yes, but when I entered, there were not many orcs there. Maybe it was an abandoned nest."

Lawrence said with a bright look: "Can I take the liberty to ask, have you found other letters in that cave? You know, my brother died there, and I am very concerned about it."

Mo Tie suddenly realized and said, "Ah, you are right. Other letters may also be written by your brother. I'll find them."

He picked up his backpack and started rummaging.

Lawrence stood there, swallowing nervously.

"I found it. The name on this picture is a woman. I don't think it's written by your brother, so I didn't show it to you."

Mo Tie handed three pieces of "Elaine" letter paper to Lawrence.

Lawrence took it, and as soon as he saw the beginning, his eyelids twitched. When he finished reading the first two Mikel's memories, his eyes were slightly red.

He continued to flip through the next one, which read:

"... Despite all this, Elaine, I am still very worried about you. What should you do if I die? Will your brothers who are worse than beasts take the opportunity to bully you mother and daughter?

I have been thinking about it for a long time, how can I make you happy for the rest of my life? There is only one way to do it.

Among my brothers, the one who can give you the most stable and happy life is actually not me, but my third brother Lawrence. Although he is timid, his life is stable and has no risks. Moreover, he has a crush on you and often peeks at you, with infinite love in his eyes.

Now, I'm going to die. I hope you can marry Lawrence so that you can live your life happily and perhaps realize your dreams.

Just treat it as my will, Elaine."

After reading these, Lawrence's tears dripped onto the paper, his shoulders kept shaking and his hands trembling.

He sat on the bed weakly and murmured in pain: "Michael, I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't leave you behind, nor should I take the opportunity to approach Isolda."

After he cried for a while, Mo Tie asked, "Mr. Lawrence, is this written by your brother?"

Lawrence nodded sadly and said, "Yes. It's been three years since this incident. I thought I wouldn't be sad anymore, but looking at Mikel's words, I think I'm wrong and I'm not worthy of Isolda."

"That is to say, Mr. Lawrence, you and your brother like Isolda. But she is your brother's fiancée, and you have to keep your feelings in your heart. After your brother dies, you feel that you can take the opportunity to be with Isolda, so you do this without hesitation?"

Mo Tie said in a concluding manner.

"Yes..." Lawrence covered his cheek with his hands in pain, "I am a mean person, I'm thinking about my brother's woman, I'm wrong."

"Mr. Lawrence, it's been a long time since the matter has passed. Didn't your brother persuade Isolda to marry you? Everything you do now is what he wants to see. You are not wrong, but fate has fooled you."

Motel comforted Lawrence.

Lawrence sobbed silently, silent.

Mo Tie walked out of the room and brought the door.

It all looks like it's over again.

Lawrence did not ask Mo Tie why he knew the content of the letter, nor did Mo Tie ask why he was secretly happy when he first told the story.

Was it that Lawrence thought of taking advantage of Isolda after Mikel's death, or was it the other way around?

These conspiracies and tragedies are nothing more than a microcosm of Middle-earth.

If you stay in a few more days, Mo Tie will leave this town. Why should he destroy the existing beauty?

The next day, Mo Tie spent the mission of sweeping the orcs and handing over the mission, and also took a look at how his weapons were built.

When Lawrence saw Mo Tie go out and come back, he smiled knowingly. Neither of them chose to tell Isolda about this, and even three pieces of letter paper were left with Mo Tie.

The last night, Mo Tie packed up his things and planned to take his longbow early tomorrow morning and leave.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

When I opened the door, I saw that it was Isolda.

"Mr. Ian, I'm upset, are you going to leave here?"

Isolda asked with a smile.

Mo Tie was a little surprised. He didn't tell anyone about his itinerary. How could Isolda know?

"Because the pickup time you agreed with Zhuanmo is tomorrow morning, and you have received all the rewards you offered at the bounty mission. I guess you might leave here tomorrow."

Isolda's voice was filled with wisdom.

It’s a bit strange. Only both parties know about the payment of bounty, is it?

"Yes, Mr. Ain, I have issued all the tasks of removing half-orcs, and I have invested in the Blacksmith shop of Thunderbolt. Not only that, the winery in the town is also my shares. I know that you have filled your backpack with black thorn honey wine."
Chapter completed!