All sorts of bits and pieces moved from the table on their own, as if some invisible little man was holding them underneath, and flew out of the window one by one.This strange sight is not new to locals at all, but it is surprising to outsiders."
Brother, it looks like you're going to be transferred recently.Don't you invite us to a drink?
”"How can one cup be enough!
Two drinks per person!
Hahahaha!
”A local man with a few personal belongings taken away by the elves is smiling."
How?
Did you solve the problem?
”Jobuterron turned his head and smiled at the bartender.The bartender nodded her head twice and gently brushed the hair that fell from her ears behind her ears.The old bartenders saw the bartender's movements and started to laugh."
Bertha is shy!
The iconic move is out!
”"Fuck off!"
The bartender picked up some ice cubes from the side and threw them at the heckling crowd."
Tell me, what the hell do you want to do?"
The bartender said with her waist crossed, her cheeks puffed out, and she blew a breath."
I want all the information you need to know about Iceland, a guide who is familiar with the dangers of ice fields and volcanoes, and a room where you can think quietly.It would be even better if a good meal could be served.I won't stay long, I'll leave in a day or two. ”Jobuterron said straight to the point.The bartender bit her lip, "It's not a problem to provide information and find you a tour guide, but the room... ”Seeing Bertha's expression, Jobron knew she was a little embarrassed by this."
If it's inconvenient, I can go to a hotel alone."
The bartender saw the indifferent look on Jobron's face, and thought of the heroism he had just driven those bullies out, so she nodded fiercely."
It's okay, you go up first, here's the key to the room.Go to the end, the one on the left. ”Bertha carefully pulled out a small silver key and carefully handed it over.Jobuterron took the key from Bertha, and found that there was still a trace of warmth left on the key, which he had obviously kept in his underwear."
I'm not in a hurry to go up, tell me first, what happened to that scene just now?""
As soon as someone calls out with a heart, the spirit of nature will appear and take away bits and pieces.We call this phenomenon a gift. ”"Gifts?""
Well, a small gift for the elves.Elves will take whatever they like, except for things with creatures, which may be what they want. ”"Is it the labor cost of running as an elf?""
No, legend has it that it's just a matter of elves' preference.The more valuable the item is taken away, the holder of the item will be transferred in a short time. ”"For example?""
When a distant relative dies, he leaves a large inheritance for himself, or he can meet the love of his life, or he can get something that he has wanted for a long time, all kinds of signs prove that this is a gift from the elves."
Hearing this, Jobron nodded, and he finally understood what the gift meant."
No wonder the guy who got the key away was so excited."
Jobbutran muttered."
In local legends, are elves all kind?"
Jobbuterrand asked curiously.There have always been different theories about Icelandic folklore, and when Jobutran himself came to Iceland, it was natural to ask."
Most elves are kind, but they're naughty."
Bertha, the bartender, put her fingers on her chin and made a thoughtful gesture before replying."
Naughty?"
Jobuterrand was a little strange about Bertha's use of the distinctive adjective "mischievous.""
Well, they like to mess around and do what they love.For example, when they pass by a field of rape flowers, they think that the yellow rape flowers are not good-looking, and they will turn yellow into their favorite color.This is a very common phenomenon in Iceland. ”Bertha's answer reminded Jobuterrand of the freewheeling black man, but it sounded like the elves here seemed to be more free."
Are there any other legends in Iceland besides the elves?""
There are too many, too many, and I suggest finding Elder Bazel from our village, who is an expert in this area.Outlander, I don't know your name until now. ”Bertha lowered her head and uttered the latter sentence."
Jobhut Ron Grossat.A private investigator passing by. ”Jo Buttrand replied with a smile."
Well, come back before ten o'clock, Mr.
Jobutron.I'm going to close after this time. ”Bertha turned her head and continued to greet the other guests.A slightly drunk guy walked up to Jobron and tapped him twice on the shoulder."
Cold beauty Bertha!
You've got a good fortune tonight.Belch!
”Chobuterron laughed and shook his head and left the Ice Flame Bar.The midday sun is very scorching, and it feels like being roasted by fire.Jobuterrand asked a few passers-by on the side of the road.It's just that what lingers in Jobron's mind is a reminder from passers-by, "Old man Bazel is very good, but his temper is as strange as that of an elf."
But his wine was delicious. ”Jobbuterrand could not forget the look on the passerby's face at that time, both awe and fear.He followed the guidance of passers-by to the place where Elder Bazel was.It was a mushroom-like hut that looked dark on the outside, and the chimney pipe on top looked like a crooked-necked tree, which looked a little comical.Outside the hut is a well-tended flower and vegetable patch, with pansies of different colors.1 There seems to be a beautiful butterfly hidden in the middle of the petals of each pansy, flapping its wings in the petals with the breeze.Blue and white, yellow and brown, purple and black, all colors mix and match to form a small patch of bright flowers.The vegetable field is planted with some local celery, and the fence is coiled with green vines of loofahs.Elder Bazel stood by the flowerbed, jug in one hand and behind his back.He wore a linen-colored shirt, off-white shorts, and a pair of light slippers underneath his feet.He has sparse white hair, and although he looks old, he is radiant and looks very energetic.Elder Bazel lowered his head and looked at each flower in the garden quietly, with an indescribable tenderness in his eyes, and these flowers seemed to him to be the most beautiful and touching lover to him.Jobbuterrand stood outside the fence, without saying a word or making any movements, just as quietly waiting.In a moment, Elder Bazel smiled when he spotted Jobuterrand standing stupidly outside the fence."
Polite stranger, come in.""
Obey your fate."
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Jobuterrand pulled open the fence outside the yard and gently closed the fence again."
Follow me."
Elder Bazel shook his head, then put down the kettle, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly ahead.Jobuterron was unhurried, only following three steps behind Elder Bazel.Instead of taking Joblandr into the hut where he lived, Elder Bazel walked around the hut.It turned out that at the back of the hut, there was another small world.A hand-built gazebo, a wooden table, and a few comfortable wooden chairs."
Sit."
Elder Bazel picked out a chair and sat down on his own.Jobuterrand sat down obediently across from him."
Tell me, only ignorant young people will come to me for consultation with an old man like me who has already stepped into the cemetery with half a foot, do you have any questions for me?"
Elder Bazel touched his goatee and said with a smile."
There are a lot of questions, and I don't know where to start."
Jobuterron put his hands on his knees and replied honestly.He looked like a poor student who had been reprimanded by a teacher in the school."
Hehe, don't be so restrained, ask whatever you want.As long as it's a matter in Iceland, there's nothing I, Elder Bazel, don't know. ”Elder Bazel smiled as he picked up the sealed keg on the table and poured a glass of brown-yellow liquid.He poured a full cup for Jobbutran and pushed it in front of him."
Drink and see."
Jobuterrand picked up his cup and took a sip.The mouth is refreshing, not bitter, and it slides straight down the throat."
Is this craft beer?""
It's not just craft brewing, it's an exclusive secret recipe."
Elder Bazel looked proud."
The beer outside is all malt, hops, yeast and water, hehe, I also add honey and coffee beans.Well, stranger, I've drunk the wine too, and now tell me what you're here for. ”After Elder Bazel boasted about himself, his expression immediately became serious."
I want to know all the legends about Iceland, as well as the recent mysteries.""
How much do you know about Iceland?""
Not much, just some very basic knowledge, such as knowing that Iceland is a volcanic country with a lot of geological activity.""
Then you don't know anything about Iceland."
Elder Bazel crossed his hands over his chest and raised his eyebrows."
Our ancestors were Vikings, and to put it bluntly, they were pirates.I discovered this charming island and decided to put down roots here.It's just that this island is far from being as simple as people think. ”"For example?
Nature's elves?
”Jobron guided.Elder Bazel gave Jot Brown a blank look, "Don't interrupt me, just listen to the story if you want to." ”When Chobuterron heard this, he finally understood why people respected Elder Bazel and feared him, and dared to say that this one would talk endlessly, but his wine here was indeed as passers-by said."
A long, long time ago, our ancestors set foot on this strange and inhospitable land.They found that there was almost a heavenly calming view, but also a hellish horror.The land was fertile and natural resources were abundant, and they began to establish their own homes on this land.But it's nowhere near as good as people thought it would be.Because this is the territory of giants. ”"You're talking about giants in Greek and Roman mythology?"
Elder Bazel, apparently displeased when he was interrupted by Jobland's interruption again, poured a full cup for Jobbuterrand."
Drink it up!"
Jobuterron drank the second cup with tears and laughter."
It's a giant in the mythology of Beiou!
Boy, do you know the story of Norse mythology?
”Elder Bazel asked."
I don't understand very well, I'm a believer in the Holy Light Society."
Jobuterrand scratched his head, which is why he took the trouble to ask."
In mythology, our world is built on the World Tree, from which nine great worlds extend, including Asgard, where the Asaphs live, and Middle-earth, where we humans live.It is inhabited by different creatures such as the Frost Giants, the Aesirs, the Warners, and the Gnomes.Ymir, the ancestor of the Frost Giants, gave birth to the gods, but ironically, the Frost Giants are also the gods' worst enemies.Desperately, we in Iceland belong to one of the frost giants who have fallen to Middle-earth.My old father used to tell me not to go to the Blue Lagoon, which is the place where the Frost Giants sleep, because of the skin that the Frost Giants shed, the Blue Lagoon became so blue.My old father was already good-looking, the best-looking man in the village, and the strongest hunter.I don't know why I didn't inherit his shortcomings, I'm also so good-looking, no, I'm even better looking than my old father. ”As he spoke, Elder Bazel deflected off topic and began to go from reminiscing about the trivialities of the past to boasting.This made Jobbuterrand laugh and laugh and once again paid the price of a full drink, interrupting Elder Bazel's reminiscences."
Ahem, according to legend, the volcano in Iceland was created when the thunder summoned by Thor to attack the frost giants pierced the earth.One of the most feared volcanoes is called the Eye of Hell, from which a never-ending cloud of smoke rises and a flood of hot lava and lava spews onto the ground as the earth shakes.I heard that you can see the abyss from this crater that never goes out.I haven't been, anyway, that's what the legend says.And because of the Eye of Hell, many creatures from the other nine kingdoms will come to Iceland.There are many bottomless pits in the endless plains, which are said to be the dwellings of earth elves and gnomes.Often, people fall down out of curiosity and never climb up again, and this is our Icelandic ice field. ”Elder Bazel's long explanation, though fragmentary, also provided a lot of information that Jobron needed.One of the most crucial seems to be the myth of Beiou."
Elder, what's the matter with the natural spirits?"
Jobuterrand asked stiffly, his belly was already a little stretched.I guess I won't be able to drink it after another glass or two."
Those are the elves from Alfheim, they do exist, we just can't see them.""
Sure enough, it's still a product of the myth of Beiou, it seems that I have to go to the investigation bureau branch here."
Jobuterron thought to himself.