Candy Wizard and Travel

After being silent for a long time, Fran found it difficult to sort out the turbulent emotions in her heart at this moment. She had no way to speak or vent, so she only hugged her disciple and held him quietly.

The firewood in the fireplace was burning quietly, and snow seemed to be falling outside the window again, tapping on the window.

Only when both of them could feel the heat transmitted to each other did Fran put down her hands.

"It's a bit outrageous. I still need Xiao Xidi's comfort or something."

"Everyone is good at something. Actually, I don't know how to comfort people, but I just happen to be a teacher..."

Seeing that she was going to be silent again, Fran suddenly changed the subject.

"Um, isn't it about saying five sentences? Xiao Xidi still has one sentence to go, and it's not enough to tell the truth. You have to tell a lie to be called a lying game. Come on and lie."

"Does it matter whether you say it or not?"

"Just treat it as teacher Rang!"

"Okay," Xidi stroked the bangs in front of her eyes, "Actually, I've already said it. The second sentence after I said 'the game begins', 'I'm going to start lying,' is a lie."

Fran shook her head, "Huh?"

"Just let the teacher guess it. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make dinner."

"I want to eat...well, just lasagna, but not today. I also want to eat new dishes for dinner. Can we put the lasagna for tomorrow?" Fran once again put aside her dignity as a teacher and requested sincerely.

"Okay," Xi Di agreed immediately, showing a pure and warm smile that was unique to children, "Then, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... in the next nine days, please ask the teacher to get up in the morning."

"No—want—!"

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Some things that you resist are quite comfortable when you really accept them.

——such as getting up early.

The food on the plate was steaming. Fran cut off a piece of lasagna and forked it. Seeing the sticky cheese sticking like threads, the aroma of onions and beef mixed with the aroma of milk and slightly sour tomato flavor, she opened the seal. An overnight appetite switch.

Although eating this early in the morning, it still tastes a bit heavy.

In comparison, Hidi's breakfast was...even more heavy. The bread was covered with a greasy jam, and there was even a layer of frosting on it. The content in the cup was not so much cappuccino. It was said to be some kind of syrup. It was so viscous that it had to be shaken a little before it would deform.

The most normal thing is the fried egg sprinkled with pepper in the middle.

Maybe they talked too much yesterday, and Fran was always tired in the morning. Without her to liven up the atmosphere, the two of them maintained a considerable degree of silence.

There will always be a time when the topic is finished, and after being together for a long time, everyone must learn to accept silence.

Today was the first day that she had agreed to sort out the materials, so despite the teacher's insistence, Xidi still woke her up before nine o'clock - compared to his schedule, this was already considered a lie-in.

"I took over the task of sorting out materials during the trip. Let's see what the requirements are when we get there." Fran held the coffee and blew the hot air comfortably, "Normally all we have to do is read books, Read and read."

"learn."

……

For most magicians, reading more books is not a burden. To say it is enjoyment is a bit too much, but it can also be called a form of entertainment. There are not a few who are addicted to books.

Therefore, many witches will basically engage in work such as library management and bookstore management after living in seclusion.

There is no time limit for the period of this commission, or in other words, the time is ample enough to be calculated on an annual basis. This is still the case for general science books.

Rumor has it that the Latlita Library, which has been inherited for 400 years, took nearly 20 years to systematically classify the books in the early days, and had to use the power of magic.

There are so many troubles in the Grimoire that make it difficult to understand.

When the master-disciple team arrived, they saw the attendant pushing the dining cart in.

"You two are already here, sorry."

Teacher Connie put down her coffee cup and stood up to say hello. She looked a little tired and haggard this time.

"I was a little late to deal with things yesterday, so I rested here all night. I woke up early to sort out the documents and spent some time, so I moved the dining place here. Sometimes I have afternoon tea here..."

It seems that she is not the kind of witch who is too rigid.

While talking, the waiter spread a tablecloth on the low table, and various kinds of bread, jam, coffee and milk were placed neatly.

"Have you two had breakfast?"

"I've already eaten it. The lasagna made by Xiao Xidi is super good."

As a traveler, Fran has a special quality. No matter what the identity of the person she talks to or where she is, she can maintain her own attitude. She is neither close nor alienated. This is the distance that most people feel comfortable with.

Of course, there is nothing you can do about the people around you, otherwise you wouldn’t have been bullied by your master as a student and controlled by your students as a teacher.

"The red bookshelf over there is full of books that need to be sorted. If you feel bored, Teacher Fran and Teacher Xidi can take a look first. The specific sorting can be discussed in detail when others come. Let's discuss it together and brainstorm. "

The frost-covered witch naturally knows the habits of her colleagues and doesn't have to be too polite.

"Hmm."

……

Each of the tall bookshelves is as high as the wall of a wooden house, and there are built-in designs all around. Apart from the bookshelves, there is no other decoration in the interior, giving people a depressing feeling, and the weight of knowledge is overwhelming.

Less than 1% of them are grimoires.

Xidi raised her head until her neck hurt to see the top clearly. Finally, she gave up counting how many books there were and used magic to pull one out from the place where she wanted to organize it.

Judging from the strange smell coming from the book, it wasn't in a very good place.

The smell of rats, bats and even human excrement, the former two even still remain on it; moss, moist water vapor... large areas of wet marks and blurred writing cannot be repaired by magic.

The moment it was taken off, Xi Di immediately used a magic barrier to isolate the smell, and no one dared to touch it. She turned the pages in the air and re-engraved them one by one with magic spells.

If this kind of book that is difficult to repair belongs to a witch's collection, they will usually send an apprentice to hand-copy a copy, and then stuff the original copy into a box and continue to hide it from the light of day.

This was supposed to be a biography, recording the deeds of a certain king that Xi Di had never heard of. It had a certain degree of flattery, and its credibility was questionable. After Xi Di briefly flipped through it, there was nothing valuable at the end. After that, there were large wet marks and the writing was mixed together.

It may be possible to use a developing potion to outline the traces of writing, and then compare them to obtain some information, but the workload is too much, so I will leave it aside for now.

Teacher Fran over there was quite casual and just picked out the complete book to read.

"Some books are still very valuable, and they have their own merits if they can be collected," she said, also using magic to levitate the books, "domestic historical rumors, specialties and outstanding figures, various useful or fabricated magic , magic potion... it is the job of scholars to extract information word for word, we just need to take what the magician can use."

"There will be a lot of omissions, right?" Xidi asked in confusion.

"Of course, grimoires are that kind of thing. Unless you memorize them by heart, you will always have to look for them when you use them, especially those that the original author is not interested in and only mentions straightforward phrases. You want to find them elsewhere. You have to waste a lot of effort, and then one person is finished and then the next person comes...

Sometimes I wonder if there is a kind of magic that can record all the information on something. First stuff a hundred and thirty thousand volumes into it, and then when you want to use it, you can find it by just saying the keyword - just Just like when I want to eat snacks, I call out Xiao Xi Di. "

Xi Di was thoughtful.

Just after giving the example of snacks, she rubbed her belly and looked back at Connie who was enjoying breakfast.

"I feel a little hungry when I smell the bread. Did Xiao Xidi bring snacks?"

"We've only been out for less than 10 minutes."

"But if you're hungry, you're hungry. You don't have a good appetite when you wake up in the morning and you haven't eaten enough. And you always have some snacks on hand when you're reading, right?"

Xidi rubbed her hair, "There's really nothing I can do about you."

As he spoke, he took out a box of cookies from his backpack and handed it over.

"I can only eat a little."

"Uh-huh!"

……

When Fran had eaten the sixth piece and was grabbing the snack box with Hidi, there was a noise at the door and the remaining people had arrived.

In addition to the teacher Pei'er, the witch of a good night, whom I had guessed before, there were also several middle-aged and elderly people who were strangers. Principal Antonio was also among them, and he said hello with a smile.

Hidi was able to withdraw the box and put it away.

"There are invited scholars over there, so please don't disturb us," Connie came over and explained, "They are responsible for proofreading the books in the general subjects, and we will leave the magic subjects to us.

Here are the specific categories, potions, elements, operations, attacks... everyone is familiar with them. The comprehensive grimoire is arranged by the author's name. Further details will be discussed after the start of school. "

As she said this, even she couldn't help showing a helpless expression.

There are too many books and too few people who can help. It is a question whether a bookshelf can be organized before spring.

Chapter 1: Pet topic

There are talkative witches, but Xidi has never encountered one before. Even the bad guy from the association is very silent and looks particularly reliable when she is focused.

After the Frost-covered Witch left on business, no one spoke in the huge library until noon, and there was only the sound of pages turning.

Although the workload is heavy, the atmosphere is relaxed. After all, it is not compulsory, and reading is not painful for both witches and scholars.

After Fran failed to ask for cookies, she asked the guard. He said that no food was provided here, and coffee and tea were the limit. Teacher Connie arranged for them to be delivered directly to her door because her home was nearby, and she was eating. I also stay away from books.

It's impossible to evaluate.

Libraries are serious places after all.

Most of the scholars were sitting on the chairs over there, with expressions ranging from heavy to joyful. They would avoid it when drinking water. They would stand aside and move around, chatting softly. From time to time, some people would think about leaving, as if they were going to check something elsewhere. .

Then, it's lunch time.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat, little Xidi."

"Huh? Hmm."

Xi Di, who was addicted to knowledge, raised his head and felt a slight burning sensation in his abdomen. He was hungry.

"Only working all morning?"

"Come later in the afternoon. If those scholars are not here, I will lie down. Unfortunately, I can't. Go back and sleep for a while. It is not as strict as the school here."

"Okay, should we go to a nearby restaurant or go back?"

"Restaurant, I haven't been out for a long time, and I haven't been to any restaurants around here. Give it a try."

Fran stood up and moved around, and there was a slight "click" sound in her joints.

The Good Night Witch across from me reluctantly raised her head. She was already feeling dizzy as she was not very receptive. She only realized the information she received now, "It's noon? It's time to go eat."

Surprisingly simple.

Fran looked over and tried to persuade her with the friendship of colleagues, "Teacher Pei'er, don't force yourself."

"Thank you, Teacher Fran. I haven't read like this for a long time... ah, I think of the pain before leaving school again. I didn't sleep well yesterday. I almost called out to the teacher when I was woken up, hahaha."

The two of them chatted and laughed.

"Then I won't disturb your time with the disciples. See you in the afternoon."

"Ah, see you in the afternoon."

"See you in the afternoon, Teacher Pei'er."

……

The library belongs to the royal family and is not open to the general public. After the books are added or deleted, they will be magically copied and sent to the school as a part open to students and teachers.

To a certain extent, their work is also very important. Everyone talks and laughs easily, but is as cautious as the scholars.

Walking out of the library, this area belongs to the inner ring area, and even the guards on the street look extremely professional, although in fact the difference is only in their outfits.

The price of the restaurant food is worthy of the land price, and I hope the taste is worthy of it.

Fran was holding a straw in her mouth, blowing on a milk tea-like drink childishly, as if she couldn't wait to drink it, but if she was really in a hurry, she would use ice magic.

Xidi held her cheek and watched this scene, thinking quietly.

Many times he had difficulty understanding the teacher's thoughts, guessing which expressions were deliberately made to make the atmosphere less serious and which ones were sincere.

Take a book as an example. Teacher Fran's book is like an old wizard's thick magic book. Over the years, the records are very scattered and fragmentary, with one stroke here and another. Even I often need a long time to find the content. Let alone others.

It probably takes a long, long, long time to understand it.

So far, all he can do is predict what the teacher will do next based on experience, and provide suggestions and help.

- like now.

"It's hot..."

The tip of her bright red tongue stuck out and kept blowing air. Fran reacted and covered her face with her hands, trying to cover it up in a meaningless manner - it was completely unnecessary. Her dignity and image could no longer be saved.

"..."