Before Parlcha could answer, Dimm seemed to remember something, his whole body trembled, he turned and slipped into his cramped and narrow blacksmith's shop, bolted the door shut, and looked utterly shaken.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,Angel smirked, "That's awkward. If I were you, I would just turn around and leave so as not to make things even more embarrassing. If the other person calls after me, there will naturally be a follow-up."。