Candy Wizard and Travel

Xidi also found out after asking her teacher that among the witches, she was at the elementary school level.

Hmm, quite a contrast.

……

During afternoon tea time, Fran and Hidi each ordered coffee and tea, and while they were relaxing with the biscuits they brought, two unexpected people came.

"Ah, good afternoon, Teacher Fran, and Teacher Xidi."

"Guian, both of you."

The two members of the aristocratic best friend group both had magic books in their hands and came over to say hello. Compared with the magicians in the school who were either business-minded or paid to do things, Fran and Hidi could be considered distant friends.

They felt that they were not in a good condition. The smiling Rosini did not even smile. Thinking of what she had done during the last ice-breaking operation, Hidi guessed that Teacher Connie was preparing to train her during the winter vacation.

"...Indeed, because after the second grade next year, some basic courses will be much more complicated. My mother, ahem, mother requires me to master basic elemental magic."

Rosini's smile was particularly bitter.

Her best friend with neat black hair was also having a hard time. Mavis sighed, "Father doesn't allow me to practice fire magic at home anymore."

"why?"

"Because the last time I practiced in front of the fireplace, someone happened to be repairing the flue, so..."

She didn't want to mention it more, but she could only say that it was good that she learned water magic.

"While we are out this time, Lucy, let's go to the suburbs to set fires later... Well, how about practicing magic?"

"No, I want to find a place to rest. I don't want to do anything lately."

In short, one of them was exhausted, the other had too much energy, and both looked very uncomfortable.

Xidi's expression was dull, and he changed the subject and prepared to send someone away. The afternoon tea time between him and the teacher was not for you to complain.

"Um, are you returning the magic book?"

"Well, yes, Mother has sorted these out. Let me check the labels..." Rosini took out a piece of paper from her pocket and put the books in the corresponding position.

Fran asked curiously, "Where is Teacher Connie?"

"Mother, I have a cold today."

"what?"

……

Fortunately, it's not some outrageous scenario of "a virus that can infect magicians is spreading in the city." It's just because the weather is too cold, and when you go out to a warm place, you accidentally forget to use magic, and the temperature difference is big, your body will have problems.

Torosini conveyed her condolences, and the bestie group left with some basic grimoires.

"It feels like they are working hard too." Fran looked away.

"Everyone has their own way of life," Xi Di put her face in her hands and looked at the distant sky to relax her eyes. "They seem to be used to it."

"Yes."

Fran took a sip of hot coffee and picked up a biscuit.

She didn't think too much, she simply let their hard work match their current leisure, which made her feel more comfortable.

"Teacher, I just saw something interesting," Xi Di thought of the interesting thing she just wanted to share, "Look."

He poured out a few drops of water, dipped his fingers into it and spread it, then took out his wand and cast a spell. After a while, a dynamic image appeared on the water, which was Fran's action of picking up the tea cup from the table.

"Photography magic that can make images move. Magicians used crystal balls to cast it a long time ago. It looks very interesting. The book says that some countries have already published moving photos in newspapers."

"Hey, it does look interesting, but it didn't catch on. There must be big flaws."

"Well," Xidi nodded and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the water stains, "Materials that can preserve images for a long time cost almost a thousand times as much as photos, and require very fine craftsmanship... To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to using magic to draw a picture. For paintings, if the magic power is affected over time, the image may be damaged or disappear, and it will also be unstable when encountering the stimulation of magic power.”

"Oh, I remembered," these keywords made Fran pull out the past experiences from her mind, "I have seen a painting in an old castle in a certain country, the name is "The Queen's Loving Gaze", at midnight At two o'clock, the eyes of the people in the painting are moving, and now I think it must be the influence of the magic power of that place."

"But it's still very interesting." Xidi quickly searched through the books he had read, trying to find ways to improve it. "I think this magic is of great research value. First, improve the version with stable magic power, so that you can improve it." I sent back the moving photos.”

From here to the Clock Country and the Doll Country, whether you cross the sea by water or walk through the woods like when you came, you will pass through areas where magic is active. It will be a surprise when you send it, but you may be frightened after you arrive.

"Well, it sounds like it will be a very convenient magic," Fran nodded in affirmation, "If you have any questions, you can ask the teacher."

She has no idea of ​​participating because the current focus is on the soul realm.

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The winter is cold and long, and it doesn't obey the principle of thermal expansion and contraction at all - just kidding.

For a long time after the cold recovered, the master and the apprentice lived a very peaceful life, sorting out books, studying magic, experimenting with potions... and in their occasional free time, they walked around the city together.

Sometimes you will find something interesting in used bookstores, good or bad restaurants, and grocery stores, and it will become a topic of conversation for a period of time. After talking about it a few times, you will bring it out next time when there is no topic.

……

On an ordinary morning, when Fran was sorting out information, she stood there, holding a book and did not move for a long time.

"Crack."

Hidi and the two witches sat aside, flipping through books, each holding a slender chocolate biscuit in their mouths.

Connie, the frost-covered witch, was fascinated by the crisp sound of biscuits breaking, and spent a sum of money to buy the production method from Hidi. It seems to be very popular in the circle of noble women recently.

But she still likes the ones made by Xidi the most, and she always takes some.

As for Teacher Pei'er, she is a witch who is very obsessed with food. It is said that she was born in a poor area, and she can swallow the most unpalatable food without changing her face. She will refuse other gifts, but she has never refused food.

Xidi noticed something strange about her teacher, got up and walked over, asking softly, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"I found something," Fran came back from her thoughts, calmed her expression, leaned over, and skillfully took out a biscuit from the disciple's pocket and held it in her mouth. "It may be helpful for recent research."

Not only is it helpful, if the above record is true, the technology of observing the soul will be in place in one step, and there is no need to use magic potions to take out the soul.

Assuming that the human body is a box, Fran's previous approach was to open the box and take out the parts to see why they were broken. In this record, she directly made an instrument to observe the inside of the box.

Both methods have their own emphasis. We cannot simply distinguish them as superior or inferior. We can only say that there is one more way to understand the problem, and the research at hand must continue.

——The premise is that the record is true.

This notebook mentions that the author comes from a country with the name "Twilight". Whether it is the specific country name or some kind of reference is unknown.

Judging from the terminology and the old names for some materials, it was at least two or three centuries ago - at that time, the association's power had not spread across the entire continent, and many materials were called by their own names, resulting from name confusion. A bookshelf can be filled with records of magical accidents.

Ancient knowledge often has both reliable and unreliable characteristics. Fran will not tell her disciples this conclusion before detailed experiments.

It’s better not to give misty hope to others at will.

"Teacher Connie, can I take this book back for a while?"

"Well, just register."

Connie glanced at it but said nothing. After all, she brought things home every day.

After all, these magic books serve the future of the country. As a pillar, the witch has the right to read them at will, as long as they are not damaged. As for the possibility of external transmission... I can only say that using people without suspicion can impress a witch. The required conditions are not that easy to open.

In Connie's opinion, her colleagues were people of good character.

"Thank you, this will be helpful to my research."

Resisting the urge to fly back immediately to conduct experiments, Fran continued to organize the data. She was the type who would finish her work well once she started.

The organized bookshelf next to it is already less than half full, and it will probably be filled before spring.

……

"Pfft-"

Just like the stereotypical description of witches in stories, in the dark study room, the crucible on the flame made a sound, and foam of strange colors rolled.

The reason why it is said to be "strange" is because its color is changing rapidly. One second it was green, and now it is purple.

Ancient magic often has a characteristic, that is, the formula is fixed. Rats use these materials, tigers also use these materials, and the formula in my hand is this kind of antique.

To simply analyze the reason, it is because these things often appear by coincidence, and cannot be systematically researched and improved in turbulent times. They can only be copied, what they were like when they appeared, and what they are handed down to form the basis of modern magic. Those parts are the ones that have been optimized.

Another gecko was left to dry. Its color flashed quickly like a lantern, and finally turned into a seemingly clear opaque liquid. At first glance, it looked like a pot of water, but the bottom of the pot could not be seen. It was hazy. white smoke floating.

Fran thought of the mist on the lake in autumn.

"Well, it matches the description, and then—"

She looked at the cage next to her. The white rat, which had been eating and drinking for free for more than a week, looked a little fat and bumped into the cage in fear.

Shushu, I don’t want to die yet.

The pigeons, however, were languid, fluttering their wings, changing into a comfortable position and continuing to sleep without raising their heads. They were used to it, and more cruel things would happen to them later.

Who makes them taste good.

Fran caught a mouse and threw it in.

Most creatures on land react violently when they come into contact with deep water, and it is no exception. It flutters and tries to climb out of the pot, but has nowhere to use its strength, and finally sinks to the bottom.

The mist on the water surface began to fluctuate, reflecting something, like the shadow magic recently developed by the disciple, and the surface fell into a very strange calm, as if it was not a liquid but a real mirror.

It is a light group the size of a pigeon egg, and some fragmented images are reflected on the water: a room with strange instruments - it seems to be a place where experimental animals are cultivated; the forest, that is, here; the food during this period, corn, pine nuts, Bread crumbs……

The front was blurry, but it became clear once the food was placed.

Fran's fingers grasped the wand a little harder.

It's true, this magic potion works.

The life of a white mouse is very short. After these scenes appear, they begin to play over and over again.

After there was no new reaction, Fran took out a spoon, stirred it in the pot, and fished out the mouse. Of course, this potion could not drown the things inside, otherwise the research would be meaningless, and everyone would If I die, I will study ghosts?

The mouse was now in a very peaceful state. After being poked twice, it seemed to wake up and trembled in panic. Under the confinement of magic, it was sent to a separate cage for observation.

Record these performances in a book and mark the cage with the time.

Fran turned her attention to the pigeon.

……

The images of pigeons were very brief, with only two images, one was a training ground similar to that of white mice, and the other was the hut where they were placed. After repeating the experiment several times, it was found that the images of different individuals were different.

Fran wrote in her notes that guessing was the most impressive thing in their memory.

The animals on hand have all been tested, and several groups of each category have been made. The next step is to use larger animals. Finally... I probably need to ask Teacher Connie for help.

Close the note, that's it for today. The disciple's voice calling for dinner has been repeated twice, and it's time for him to come over after the third time.

It's definitely not fear. How could a teacher be afraid of students?I just don't want people to worry.

Fran looked at the old notebook and carefully used the retrospection magic to restore it to the state before it was turned over. The pages were too fragile and it would be difficult to account for them if they were turned over.

It has been too long, and only a small part of the notes are about observing souls. Compared with other techniques of the same period, this method can be said to be perfect and safe. There is no way to know the purpose of the writer and whether he has completed the planned plan.

The content after that is about research on killing spiritual creatures, which is intermittent and fruitless. It is all a record of failure. The last page ends abruptly with only one sentence.

"That adult has gone down the wrong path... We decided to leave here."

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Xidi has recently fallen into a minor financial crisis.

In other words, in the foreseeable future, we will encounter a situation of running out of money.

He participated in the teacher's research, and the two discussed each other, and sometimes got some inspiration. Although the theoretical knowledge was only so much, it did not mean that Xi Di was a researcher of the same level as Fran, just like It's the same as playing chess. Both sides have the same number of pieces. Can a child beat the scholar?

Fran was almost alone in the experiment. Her experience and richer knowledge were helpful in observing and capturing the details in the experiment, and analyzing things that Yixi Di had not yet recognized.

Of course, Xidi would not just watch like this. In order to catch up, he also followed Teacher Fran's plan and independently conducted some experiments to accumulate experience and cultivate observation and thinking.

Just like what he did during the year at Master Mal's house, it was just an advanced tutorial.

And that year, he burned through almost all of his cash.

The basic materials are okay, but the magic materials are very expensive.

Take, for example, an ordinary wand—an ordinary one, mind you.

The main body of wood can be purchased for one copper coin. After repairing, polishing, and painting are completed, the more normal price should be three to five copper coins.

Then after the enchantment is processed, an ordinary wand sells for one gold coin.