Candy Wizard and Travel

Candy Magician and Travel Author: Zizhen

Summary:

There is a traveling magician somewhere, his name is Hidi.

Obtained the qualification of a witch, bid farewell to his mentor, the Stardust Witch Fran, and his junior sister, the Gray Witch Irena. During his aimless travels, he encountered a city in the sky that could not fall, an ancient dragon girl who had turned into a human form, and a genius who wanted to popularize magic. The magician... constantly separates and reunites with familiar people, interweaving beautiful daily chapters of surprises during the journey.

"The world is vast and small. We start traveling in different directions. One day we will see familiar figures from behind, and we will see each other at the crossroads of cause and effect. Goodbye."

——The story begins with him or his longing [Zizhen]

gap story

Gap: The first traveler I met

I opened the diary and found a diary entry that made me nostalgic.

That is a past that makes me smile knowingly when I mention it many years later.

Well, many years later.

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X month XX day.

The clouds were low and the rain was pouring.

Who is this beautiful girl in a black skirt, a white top, and a head of gray hair that would make even the dark clouds cry with envy, standing in front of the bakery sadly, hesitating whether to rush into the wind and rain?

Yes, it's me.

Unfortunately, I can no longer introduce myself in a vibrant voice.

In rainy weather, I just want to stay in a warm house with a fireplace, a soft and comfortable bed, or a table with a cup of steaming coffee.

Although the bakery behind me meets one or three conditions, I don’t think they would welcome a beautiful girl who is wet and doesn’t have a coin in her pocket. If you want to ask why——

Because I just got kicked out.

Well, my mother just said something like "I have no friends at home all the time", I had a little quarrel, I didn't get any money when I went out, and I was asked out of the store very rudely.

It happened that it was raining at this time, and no one appreciated my beauty that was still charming despite the rain.

I feel so sorry for those who missed the opportunity.

- No wonder!

It's unbelievable!

Although we are from the same country, it is rare that I heard that the bread here is delicious and came here to support it. The warmth and warm expectations of my fellow villagers were all let down!

Thinking about this, my mood is getting worse and worse like the rain.

Damn mother, bad weather, inhumane store!If I had known this, I should have saved some mana, right?At least I can get out of the rain for a while,

The guy behind him opened the door "accidentally" again.

"Ah, it's such a weather that people come to take shelter again."

In this way, say this for the third time.

My proud self-esteem can no longer tolerate such insults. I lift up my boots and walk into the rain. I need to declare that I really like the feeling of stepping on puddles, but that is after the rain.

At this time, a hazy shadow came from the distance.

It was hazy because the rain poured down around the visitor, turning it into pieces of mist. She was very fast, but she was in front of her in a blink of an eye.

He is a magician, a very good magician.

I judge so.

To be able to remain calm in such weather, and to be able to spread her magic shield and operate her broom distractedly, she might be a witch.

——This was my understanding of witches at that time. I need to explain that this was all because Roberta’s witches were too mediocre, which lowered the value of witches.

I decided to refer to it as "she".

Her target seemed to be the bakery as well.

As if he noticed me, the broom slowed down, stopped smoothly in the street, and flew over slowly, without a gust of wind or any rain.

He is a careful person.

As she got closer, I realized that the broom I expected was actually a red and white cane full of fairy tale colors, like some festival decoration.

Living in this country, I am convinced that I have never seen such a person. She is an outsider.

A strange feeling of anticipation sprouted in my heart.

I think she is a traveler.

Is she really a traveler?

This is a petite witch. The evidence is the star badge hanging on her chest, decorated with purple gems.

She has white hair that is similar in color to mine, and a robe with a stand-up collar covers the lower half of her face. Under her neat bangs are a pair of amber-red eyes.

I've never seen colors like that.

"Ta-ta."

Hard-soled boots give people a "hardcore" feel when they step on the ground.

If the patterns on her black robe were not cakes, cheese, puddings and lollipops, I would not hesitate to label her "the most hardcore person I have ever seen" on her head.

This did not affect the fact that I was learning the traveler's code of "don't judge books by their appearance".

"Hello, miss, is this Em's Bakery?"

She took the initiative to say hello, her voice was nice and polite, and she was different from the witches I had seen in Roberta.

"Yes, yes! Um...are you a traveler?"

With inexplicable excitement, I asked directly.

"Yes, yes."

She nodded, raised her boots and stepped into the bakery with a hard "tap-tap" sound.

Being too young, I had very obvious ill will toward this store because of what I had just experienced, and I couldn't restrain my emotions and said bad things like a child.

"Um, this store isn't as good as the rumors say, right?"

I’m not sure either, so it’s a question, and I leave a lot of margin. For example, the rumor I heard is that it has a “magical taste that I can remember two days later” – I doubt it.

Her footsteps stopped.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I still want to give it a try. If you keep following other people's suggestions when traveling, you probably won't see the scenery you like. I understand the suggestion. You seem to be hiding from the rain. You need me to take you back. Home?"

She spoke for a long time, and I, who am not good at communicating with others, was so nervous that my tongue was almost tied.

"Well... no, I'll be back soon, no, in a moment, in 10 minutes... I'll be able to go back by myself soon."

I felt her smiling.

"Then let me buy you something to drink. There is a cafe out front."

"Uh-huh……"

Shamefully agreed.

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Three minutes later, I sat with her in the cafe. I pinched my fingers to see if there was still that sweet smell on it.

I just sat on her crutches and held her clothes.

Under the magic shield, the mixed smell of various desserts is very charming.

Suddenly I found that the back of my hand was a little dirty. When did it come into contact with dust?

While waiting for coffee and milk, I saw her look a little regretful, as she came out and didn't buy anything.

"What's wrong?"

She shook her head.

"You're right, there will always be regrets in the journey."

"Eh?"

"The bread made at that store was... perfunctory. Some of the products on display were more than a day old. The biscuits were so hard that they could stand on the table legs. There were fly larvae in a piece of cheese. The flour stirring tool was just right when I entered. I watched the execution of a cockroach using it as a torture device."

Sacks, bridges and sacks.

If this is true, this is not a taste that I can remember for two days. If I learn the truth after eating it, I will remember it for the rest of my life.

She looked at me as if she thought I had eaten the product from that company, and looked apologetic.

"——Ah, sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay. I only tried a small piece of biscuit."

deceptive.

She showed a strange expression again, a little complicated, as if confirming something, but also a little hesitant.

"What's wrong."

"No, what should I say... You are a local, please go back and report it. This is already a serious food safety incident. Maybe you can get some reporting funds."

She raised a gorgeous wand inlaid with several white gems, and particles of magic flashed, and photos fell down. Now I had no time to be interested in this magic I had never seen before, and focused on the pictures.

The photos were arranged on the table, including the scenes she had just mentioned.

In the last picture, the fat mouse is taking a family on a vacation among the crumbled cookies.

vomit--

That pink cub made me instinctively uncomfortable.

"sorry Sorry……"

She came over and patted my back, which was surprisingly comfortable.

"It's okay, I actually threw it away because it was too hard, so..."

Mom, forgive my daughter for telling lies again.

Only then did she smile happily.

"That's good."

After regaining my composure, I felt like I had nothing to say.

This is no longer something that can be explained by laziness, it is simply revenge against society!Is it scary?very scary.

My dad seemed to know someone from the relevant unit, so I decided to give these to him when I got back.

But that was what happened later. Now, I am somewhat grateful for the rain. Otherwise, I would have gone back without any money and would have missed this magical traveler. Moreover, if I come back tomorrow, even if the guy has a bad attitude, I love him so much. As a bread lover, I am not willing to travel so far, so I will definitely buy one to try——

No, I feel like vomiting again.

The coffee was brought up, I added as much milk and sugar as I liked, and took a sip. The long bitter aftertaste made me feel much better. This coffee is really good. Travelers have really good taste.

I wanted to say something to her, because of this rare and strange encounter, and because of my longing for travelers.

"Um...are you a traveler?"

"Yes, yes."

It seems that the dialogue has been repeated, and she and I are both using honorifics. I am a 13-year-old girl, and she looks young. What kind of person is she?

"Hahaha, actually, I have always longed for travelers. If you don't mind, can you tell me a story about the journey? Look, the rain hasn't stopped yet... so... that..."

I also felt that such a request was too abrupt, so I tried hard to find a more legitimate reason.

"fine."

She still has that indifferent smile on her face, which reminds me of the tuberose when taking a walk in the evening, or the morning glories stained with dew in the morning. It has the clarity of time and is as calm as a lake in winter.

Is this the charm of a traveler?