Candy Wizard and Travel

Drawing the floor plan of this place and the surrounding rooms based on feeling, Xidi looked at it solemnly.

He planned to renovate the bookshelf and use it to store his treasured things on the back, and set up a mechanism to turn it around when leaving the house.

It took about an hour.

Use a clean wand to tidy up the scene, and then place the collections one by one on the bookshelf. Adjust the angle and posture, arrange them in rows according to the materials, and take a few steps back to appreciate them.

The one who rides the broom and presses the witch's hat, the one who stops and stares into the distance, the one who sits down holding a book, the one who holds up the wand to perform magic...

“Awesome~”

Xi Di fell on the bed with satisfaction.

No, it felt like something was missing. Xidi sat up again and looked at the bookcase.

Too few, really too few. Teacher Fran looking at the sea, Teacher Fran looking at the sunset, Teacher Fran lying on the desk, Teacher Fran when lying in bed, Teacher Fran while teaching... He wanted to preserve everything, everything.

The photos I read and wrote fell one after another and were posted on the bookshelf one by one, which barely filled the feeling of emptiness.

Speaking of which, last time Ms. Fran told me to put clay dolls at home... Let’s go back and study how to do it. The artist classmate seems to know a lot about it, so I’ll ask him next time.

Chapter 64: The idea of ​​contract magic

I cleaned the room by the way.

I don't know why, but he always likes to clean up before getting down to business. Unfortunately, this place is cleaned with magic every day. There is really no place to clean, so Xidi simply tidied up her things.

Put the puppets of Mal and Serena on the bedside, and the Q-version cartoon faces look very cute and funny.

To replenish the magic power of the lavender badge, the purple petals in the bluish ice crystals still maintain their newly blooming posture.

Now that his mood was a little high, he couldn't read for the time being, so he sat on a chair and looked out the window. There was letter paper on the table. Sometimes he would write one or two strokes of something when he thought of it, and finally send it off.

Most children's ideas about the future are chaotic, and on this quiet morning, Xidi began to think about what kind of person he would become in the future.

"..."

Unexpected.

A squirrel followed its past habit of climbing down from the ginkgo tree where its grandfather's grandfather lived. Unexpectedly, the rough bark in the past turned into a smooth substance, and its claws could not grasp it. Steady, "Puchi" fell to the window sill. After being frightened, his fluffy tail exploded. He looked left and right, and then walked away from the side as if nothing had happened.

It smelled the smell of food, but couldn't find it. It circled around the tree house and found nothing, and made an impatient "gurgling" sound.

Xidi's boring thinking was interrupted. She opened the window, grabbed a handful of pine nuts and put it outside the window. After a while, a gray-yellow shadow flashed past, and the window sill was clean.

……

After sending away the beggars, Hidi, who was relieved of her laziness, began to replenish desserts according to the predetermined plan.

Those squirrels have the habit of saving food to spend the winter with peace of mind. Xi Di will also feel relaxed when there are plenty of desserts, not to mention that now he has a teacher who also likes desserts. Although the way she sneaks around looking for sweets in the middle of the night is very annoying, But the smile while eating snacks always made Xidi unable to get angry.

With this in mind, Hidi calmly stirred lemon juice, sugar, honey and whole eggs, waved the wand, began to heat the butter, and began to sift the powdered materials.

Whisk the ingredients in hand until creamy, add flour, butter and nutmeg in batches, and continue stirring.

Magic is so convenient. If you do it normally, you have to stir until your hands are sore. Even using magic is a boring thing.

Endure this boringness for the sake of sweetness later.

The finished batter is processed at a low temperature created by ice magic. Finally, a layer of oil is brushed on the shell-shaped mold to prevent sticking. The batter exuding a light lemon scent is poured into the oven and sent to the oven.

Watching the madeleine cake in the oven become fluffy and soft, the smell of lemon slowly spreads out.

After coming out of the oven, waiting for cooling and demolding, Xidi tried one. The shell-shaped part of the skin was crispy, and then fluffy and soft. The lemon relieved the sweetness very well, although he still felt it was not sweet enough.

Teacher Fran, you should like it.

……

Head groggy.

I had a long and heavy dream, but I couldn't remember it after I woke up.

Fran shook her head and got out of bed. Her shoulders were still very sore, but she was much better than lying on the table before waking up. It seemed like... yes, Xiao Xidi had massaged her in the morning, such a considerate disciple.

Thinking of this, she straightened her hair and the wrinkled robe a little. After thinking for a moment, she walked to the closet and took out a new robe.

A qualified traveler always has three robes: one to wear, one to spare, and one to spare.

When facing children, adults will retain a bit of adult dignity to some extent - although Fran is very aware of what he looks like in front of that child.

Opening the door, the same scent as always hits your nostrils, but today it's extra complex, lemon, chocolate, blueberry...

That's right, the kid said yesterday that he wanted to replenish the desserts.

Looking up, from the coffee table to the dining table, desserts were placed everywhere that could be placed. It seemed that they were waiting to be cooled and stored. The smell of the plants in the house was covered up. If it weren't for the headache that proved her sobriety, Fran would have been there again. It's time to suspect that you are dreaming.

"Is that kid a hamster?"

He casually picked up a finger-width biscuit-like thing and bit into it. There was actually flowing cream inside, so he had to quickly stuff it into his mouth.

"Teacher," Xi Di looked over dissatisfied, "you haven't brushed your teeth yet."

"I know, I know."

Fran covered her ears and rushed into the bathroom.

Her disciples are good at everything, but sometimes they seem very wordy.

"Speaking of which, wouldn't it be possible to put so many things away?"

After washing up, Fran sat leisurely in front of the sofa waiting for lunch. From time to time she would put a piece of snack she couldn't name into her mouth. If she liked it, she would eat another piece, and then taste the next plate. This kind of snack feels like eating casually. It can be called luxury.

However, she restrained herself a lot because she was looking forward to lunch.

"Based on normal consumption, it's about a week's supply."

Hidi answered her question. In fact, he ate more than Fran. He just tasted it when he was making it, so Fran misjudged his food intake.

Can a cook still be hungry?

Xidi finished washing the flour on her hands, shook off the stained part on her apron, and started making lunch.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

The metal blade easily cuts through the skin and cuts the beef into appropriate sizes along the grain. The blade and the chopping board make a crisp sound.

In some aspects, Xidi still insists on doing it with her own hands instead of using magic to replace every step.

"Speaking of which," the teacher's vague voice came from outside the kitchen, "I found some useful information while reading yesterday, which should be helpful. If I want to verify it, I probably have to go to a place quite far away."

"Where to go?"

"It's a place called Balad. The surrounding countries call it the [Land of Silence]. I found records about contract magic on the trees. It is one of the few soul-related skills in existing magic. Balad The family in Germany that operates familiars are very typical old-era magicians."

Xidi has some impressions of contract magic and doesn't know much about it.

Before this era, magic was almost always used to attack cities and kill living beings. Killing moves against the body and soul emerged in endlessly, and there was a tendency to follow the same path to the dark side. It was truly [Devil's Spells 】.

In this context, the fields in which magic can be applied are limited to a very small range, without the convenience of modern magic at all. People have developed contract magic and used various animals to make up for the shortcomings in various aspects. Black cats and crows This image of an animal bound to a witch spread from that time.

Through the connection at the soul level, the eyes of the familiar are the eyes of the magician, and the minions of the familiar are the minions of the magician. The senses are shared and can do many things that humans cannot do.

——By the way, some biographies mention an organization of evil magicians who use sheep as their familiars. They use the charm of magic to deceive ordinary people and do all kinds of weird things. So far, the association of exorcists has continued to collect people. Eyewitness reports of victims being bewitched by sheep to do strange things.

Then, with the advent of telescope magic, sound transmission magic, and transformation magic, the limited technology of familiars has been eliminated. It can be said to be an antique, and only a few records can be found from the pile of old papers.

Who would release an animal that empathizes with itself when there are alternatives?What to do if you get caught doing something weird.

Chapter 65: Cruel distance

"I have vaguely heard rumors about the Kingdom of Silence. The familiar technology there seems to be different from the traditional one, but after all, it is based on contract magic. The research on the soul will be helpful."

"When will the teacher prepare to leave?"

"Well, I'm actually not in a hurry about that."

He heard the teacher cough.

"There is only one idea at the moment, and preliminary verification will take a long time. If everything goes well, it will be next spring."

The movement of Xi Di's hand slowed down.

"Teacher, you seem to be more anxious than me."

"...It's always better to solve the problem as early as possible."

In the end, Teacher Fran just said this.

Xi Di knew the meaning behind her words.

His symptoms began gradually after he was six years old. As he grows older, it is difficult to say whether there will be new changes in the future.

The unknown is always scary.

"If Xiao Xidi feels uncomfortable, you must tell her in time."

"I will."

……

After finishing lunch, Hidi sat in front of Fran with some solemnity and made his request.

"Teacher, can I study with you...?"

Fran is a person who is not good at concealing her emotions, and she has the unique tact of a traveler. She will get close to her if she likes her, and will stay away if she doesn't like her. She is conscientious and responsible during her working hours, and she will never spend any time on work, which makes her boss sad. The kind of employee who “just works for the money.”

Fran would stay up late working on him, planning to go to a country whose name he had never heard of.

Teacher, you must care about him very much.

Xidi and Fran are surprisingly similar. They are the kind of people who can chat with people they meet for the first time, but don't talk much after they get acquainted. They are close to the definition of social disorder, and two such people can be together. Call it a disaster.

They get along harmoniously and friendly, but before going to bed at night, Xi Di will think carefully all day long, analyzing every word of Fran and every word of her own, trying to find any clues to confirm whether the distance between them has gotten closer.

However, she and he are too similar. When you peel off the superficial labels, you will find the inner core that is twisting and turning, dodging and refusing to face each other, never knowing where the other person is.

This was one of the few things that could scare him.

The question he asked was not actually about the soul, nor was it an academic request. The focus was only on two words, "together."

——I want to get closer to you, okay?

Such questions would never come out of his and Fran's mouths, ever.

He looks forward to more and deeper communication and understanding, the kind of relationship where he can't lie and can honestly say that he wants to stay up late reading; the kind of relationship where he can say without any hesitation, I fell asleep while reading, please move me in. The willfulness in the room; the casualness of just saying to press it for me when my arm is sore...

Instead of like now, they live under the same roof, but actually only sit together for three meals a day and reading in the evening.

He wanted to be closer to Fran, even closer.

He hates that Fran is doing things he doesn't know where he can't see him. He hates the feeling when the teacher says "Speak out what's on your mind" but hides your own feelings. He hates so many direct and subtle temptations. The feeling of gaining nothing...

Like a stone dropped into a calm lake.

The sound of water, ripples, spreads and disappears.

Fingers clenched in her sleeves, Fran lay on the sofa behind her, with her back to him.

There was a long silence, with only the sound of falling leaves and the active noise of small animals proving that time was passing.

Fran didn't know what her disciple was thinking, but she could probably feel it.

She began to feel that the child named Xi Di was not like her past self, but like her now, sitting here.

The unfair part is that she has spent more than ten years traveling, but the child behind her is a blank, a blank page that can be seen through at a glance.

As long as his traces are more obvious, they will be read.

In this brief silence, she suddenly thought of what Xidi said yesterday.

[When I get along with the teacher, I don’t want to talk about other people’s topics. 】

Those straightforward and cryptic words turned out to be temptations that she had not noticed. A child's mind could turn around so many times.

this kid...

Fran felt dumbfounded for a moment, she had obviously told him to tell him properly——

Wait.

What about herself?

Fran realized that she had overlooked something: the child was not her. He was not mature, just sensible. He was a child who would ask "Can we be friends" within three minutes of meeting her.