"How did you fight?" asked George curiously.
"Hi, how are you?" greeted the stranger.
"I'm not asking you," said George. "and why did you greet me? We've just met."
The stranger was wearing a black coat and a pair of deep blue Minecraft type jeans. "Show some respect, man." he said. "OK, respect." muttered George. "Hi how are you and why are you here?"
"He's going to take iron to pay me." said the stranger while he was looking at Jone, who entered the house and looking for irons. "Pay for what?" asked George. "Let's see... is it a sword? An iron sword."
"Yes you are right." said Jone, picking out irons from a chest. "I buy a sword from him, he's a blacksmith." "Oo." said George. "Have a seat."
"Thanks." The man got himself seated at an old birch wooden chair. It's colour was similar to the colour of yellow. "So you are a blacksmith, walking around and sell items?" asked George while he was preparing hot tea for the guest.
"Kind of." said the man, taking a sip at the hot tea. "I also have a shop. I used to make armors and weapons at there." As he spoke those words, Jone accidently split the hot tea on the carpet. "Sorry." he said.
When poor little Jone was cleaning the floor, George took the empty teacup and threw it in the sink.
"What's your name?" asked George. "My name Carles." said the man. "I found out that my shop is missing!"
George stopped. He asked Carles, in a shocked voice, "D-Did you said that
y-your shop is missing?"
"Yes." said Carles. "Very strange case. It even interested the polices." "You'd went to the police station?" asked George, in an unbelievable voice. "Yes I did." said Carles.
"Want to join us finding the shops?" said Jone. George didn't knew that Jone believe the new guy. "If we just keep talking the sun will rise in any minute you know." warned Carles as he lied down on the sofa stood in the living room.
"You wanna sleep here?" said George while taking the tea cups away and threw them into the sink. "Because we have an extra bed on the second floor for visitors."
Carles smiled at them. Though they were being so nice to him, said, "Nope, I'll just sleep downstairs."
"OK fine." said George as he and Jone raced upstairs and into their room. They were back on their comfortable bed. George was so anxious on letting a stranger sleeping downstairs because he could stole their items in any minute but he slept deeply until the morning.
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The Underground Cavern
FanfictionGeorge was a **years old teenager when he and his friend, Jone, discovered a huge Minecraft Cavern. They sacrificed a lot of food and torches (I'm not kidding) to find that creepy and dangerous place. When they were exploring this cavern, they had e...
