Candy Wizard and Travel

I will never compromise on my wishes as long as the other party follows my rules.

Well, it doesn’t really matter. I have new rules every year. When I can’t remember clearly, I just treat it like a year has passed and study the new rules.

If there is any life that can be synonymous with "deception" and "fickleness", it must be us [Devils].

After another hearty meal, as usual, I sorted out my collection - a pile of colorful, glass bead-like things. This mountain of things was a mixture of human life and soul.

The souls of ordinary people are mediocre, and after mixing various colors, they become gray like a stone.

toss aside.

If she encounters someone of the same kind who is too weak to even eat, if she is willing to offer flattery like a dog, then these can be used as dog food. Devils are a very united and friendly race - although in my impression I can count them on one hand. , but maybe there will be a newborn?

After the pile is full, I sometimes use it to wash away the water.

Then there are those with a slightly clearer color and obvious tones. It was probably a person with a very obvious personality during his lifetime that could condense a unique brilliance.

Different colors represent different personalities. Red is angry and spicy, blue is melancholy and bitter, yellow, well, makes me feel happy, and golden kindness is sweet... They are staple foods with different flavors.

This colorless substance is a finer treasure, pure and sweet, only as big as a little finger. It is also a rare delicacy for me, and I only taste a piece as a snack when I am in a good mood.

After all, killing young animals was a very luxurious act both in the past and in this era.

They can't dream, and my abilities are completely ineffective. The only ones I have are exchanged for those of the same kind I met by chance.

That guy calls himself the devil. He is a businessman-like character. He is good at using all means to buy low and sell high. A little trivial thing can be exchanged for fools to spend all they have. It is not uncommon to bring up a family. You can often get such good things. goods.

I envy her ability and convenience, and she covets my no-cost business. She and I have the most exchanges among similar people.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen her for a while. Maybe she is dead?

All living beings will die, and demons are no exception. Humans with magical power always give demons a headache. If they try their best to crawl like poisonous snakes, they can at least scare the demons. It is normal for them to die before they can react. Those who come into contact with them often It's no surprise that human fools are caught.

But I am different. Who can catch the dream?

After putting these things away, he finally took out a small, delicate box.

Inside is a fist-sized, clear sapphire-like crystal with an extremely irregular shape, the result of my gentle gnawing over the past few decades.

A peerless soul, a once-in-a-hundred-year-old jade, has gone through unimaginable hardships and blossomed with the radiance of will. Only when it is willing can it leave behind such a piece without any impurities.

To me, millions and millions of souls are not as precious as it.

The price for acquiring it is just a sweet dream and the self-restraint of passing time nowadays.

At the end of her life, that powerful witch only wished for a sweet dream, asking me not to kill humans at will, and then passed away peacefully.

The devil knelt down to lick my toes, but could only look at them. For hundreds of years, I tried my best to suppress my desire, and only nibbled off a bit of powder when I couldn't bear it anymore.

But it seems that in the past 15 years, it has been consumed faster.

If you want to ask why... probably because, 15 years ago, I saw a better one.

That child, that dark red child, just recalling his breath makes me feel burning inside, and unbearable hunger penetrates deep into my soul.

"Aha……"

But not yet, not yet.

"Crack."

I gently bit the treasure in my hand to relieve such a strong desire, just like in the past, trying my best not to think about him, as if I had never met him.

No, I still miss him so much, I miss him so much... I really want to eat him in one bite.

My three wishes actually did not give anything. No matter how harsh the scale is, it cannot reach a balance. My power is not enough to capture his soul. Otherwise, I would have abandoned my principles and kept him here.

And that annoying lonely ghost!

In the end, only a few scents were tainted, and you can still find it with a little effort.

This is fine, time is the secret of delicious food. In a few years, when that soul has completely disappeared, when his temples are gray, when he is weak and weak, that dark red soul has experienced wind and rain, and accumulated rare treasures. Color, at that time, I will also grant him a sweet dream.

What will his life taste like?It must be the unparalleled delicacy that makes me willing to indulge in the next century after entering the mouth.

Can't think any more.

Before biting the thing on my hand, I recovered in time, wiped the sapphire, stuffed it into the box and put it away.

I need to do something to distract myself, well, just fish.

Walking through this dead country, I gently brushed the sign in front of the city gate, and the pink light flashed on the broken city gate - "The country that will make your wishes come true."

The life of a traveler is mostly interesting, so let’s catch a few and see.

Not long after, a short human woman with gray and white fur flew over on a broomstick. She looked up at the street sign. After thinking for a while, she muttered quickly in a low voice, "Let me become rich. Let me become rich. Let me become." "Rich man" is such a realistic word.

Language is always deceptive, and some people don't even know what they want, but I only need a glance.

Stupid and ridiculous human being, let me see, her wish is——

"See different possibilities of yourself."

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The moment I met the master, those clues and those details that had been ignored came to mind. When I learned that the child that the master had cared about for a long time was Xidi, I felt a sudden sense of enlightenment.

She also had such feelings during her travels, meeting by chance with old friends whom she had not seen for a long time, seeing places she had visited before in a story, and learning news about acquaintances at unexpected times...

The world is so vast, but things like "accidental" are willing to revolve around this small corner, and there is nothing else to say except sighing about fate.

Although her heart was ups and downs, Fran still paid attention to the picture.

Next, is when the Gray Witch Victorique considers herself to have made the biggest mistake of her career.

Fran met the trafficker, and he seemed to be very friendly. Just looking at that face made her unable to feel any ill will. At that time, the master had just traveled for a short time. To put it simply, it was a rookie traveler who met a veteran liar.

After hugging the baby for the last time, Victorique's figure disappeared into the sky.

The woman with a kind expression walked out of the country with the baby in her arms, said something to the guard at the door, bowed repeatedly, probably some confusing words of thanks, and then got into the carriage with the baby.

She no longer concealed her expression, calmed down, stroked the baby's body up and down, judged something based on experience, and finally smiled.

Fran still remembers that city gate.

Across the river, the country not far away is Hameln.

There are more and more fragments, and it can no longer carry continuous memories.

No soul can survive in the world for a long time, not even the strongest magician.

The picture moves intermittently, and the owner of the memory falls into a long sleep from time to time.

After a short jump, we arrived at an uncomfortable building.

Darkness, cages, children of all ages.

The babies are better and are fed by professional-looking people. The older ones are treated roughly based on their appearance. The ones with outstanding looks can sit in the room and read and write. If they make any mistakes, they will be whipped on the back. Or on the legs, it is not easy to leave scars.

Ordinary-looking children were cleaning around, and it was common for them to be punched and kicked. The most terrifying thing was a room under that building:

The child was disembowelled and hung on a tree. There was actually a group of people surrounding it, discussing something eagerly. When the child was completely dead, some people showed angry expressions and took out money and handed it to others.

- They are making a bet.

People who lost bets would sometimes use the bodies of children to vent their anger. The unsightly sight made Fran, who had experienced the life of a traveler, feel like vomiting.

The water surface became hazy, and it took a while before the next section started.

The baby has grown short white hair, and his face is now slightly contoured. People often come to his cage and point at it, as if looking at an excellent piece of goods.

Finally, it was a quiet morning, and everything fell silent.

The picture became extremely clear, like a flashback.

The owner of the memory found an old staff and broom in the mansion and brought them back to the cage.

The water rippled and the picture became distorted. Fran clearly felt that the angle of view had become very short.

This is Xiao Xidi's vision.

She saw that little Xidi easily performed magic that many witches could not master, cut open the cage, walked in the empty mansion, walked past the room where the child was hanging, came to the place where the stolen goods were stored, and faced the pile of There were mountains of treasures, land deeds and account books, and he just picked up a pocket of gold coins in disgust.

Fran remembered that this should have happened after Xiao Xidi saw the devil in her dream, and that was when he made the wish.

The devil did not give him the power of a witch, but blended the soul next to him into his body. Is this the power of the devil?In the short history of mankind, during those dark years, the exploration of the soul has never stopped, but it is easily accessible to the devil.

Fran once again determined to stay away from the devil.

After that, the child, who was no taller than a stool, continued to move around. He slept on a cart covered with bread. When the sun was completely bright, he hugged the huge bread and happily flew out of the country on a broomstick.

At that moment, Fran thought of birds. What does a bird look like when it flies into the sky for the first time?

She regretted that she couldn't see Hidi's expression.

The picture became more and more fragmented, and Fran had to use magic to strengthen her vision in order to ensure that those fleeting memories would not be missed.

What follows is the story that the disciple told her.

The caravan, the grandfathers, the enthusiastic uncles, two young men who looked unreliable...the funeral, the men and women with sinister expressions, the uncles and grandfathers who cared about him...and finally, the frozen river.

After reading it, Fran felt a sense of sadness and relief.

After that, it’s all about her story.

It was expected, but I still felt it was a pity that the picture was completely shattered.

How could such magic come without a price?

I don't know if this information is enough.

Fran quickly sketched on the paper, combined with the known information, and worked backwards.

The devil used unknown means to integrate a broken soul, Hidi's mother, into Hidi's body, allowing him to use magic within a few years. However, this was a method of treating the soul as a consumable. As he grows older, The magic power that can be controlled is getting weaker and weaker.

At this point Fran felt something was wrong. If it were a consumable, it shouldn't be getting weaker and weaker, but just disappear.

She crossed out two lines and started thinking again.

If the devil really talks about his word...

Assuming that the lady's soul is covered like clothes, if nothing unexpected happens, she will naturally dissipate when Xiao Xidi is able to contact the magic power. After the experience card is over, with this experience, she will be able to become a witch again. Very smooth thing.

But when he fell into the water, his broken soul was completely shattered. It was violent and irreparable, like an exploding glass bottle, and the impact was felt by the nearest Hidi.

What's wrong with a fragment of a soul embedded in a soul?

The problem is huge. Human souls change with age. They are definitely in a state of growth when they are young. The soul exoskeleton-like thing made by the devil was supposed to fall off completely before it got stuck, but it ended up being broken. What’s the status now if it remains outside?

Thinking about it this way, it's not the devil's problem, it's the time that pushed Xi Di into the water. The mastermind behind it really deserves to die.

Fran quickly calmed down.

The problem has been roughly identified, so what should we do next?

How can we remove those "foreign objects" that are expected to adhere to and even penetrate into Xi Di's soul?

The mist on the water gradually dimmed, and the liquid began to return to its normal state.

Fran pursed her lips tightly, all the research she had done since winter was rushing through her mind, and her eyes were unconsciously staring at her disciple's soft cheeks.

He was sleeping so deeply. After all, even his soul was affected by the medicine. Such a sight was not common. The last time I saw him was when he was sick——

Wait, sick?

At a certain moment, a spark of inspiration flashes in the mind, and the accumulated wisdom and experience are often spliced ​​together in the corners of human consciousness, blending together to form conclusions that skip argumentation. People call this intuition.

At this moment, Fran's intuition told her that something related to "sickness" could be used at this time.

Fortunately, this is not a complicated matter, and there are not many things related to illness. Before that time, Xiao Xidi was...her own.

And because I took the wrong medicine on the day I fell ill, something horrible happened that I didn’t even dare to recall!

Fran covered her face with her hands, whimpering in embarrassment from her throat, enduring the shame that was about to burn her brain, skipping one scene after another, and finally stopped on a plant.

Intuition is feedbacking and cheering, this is it, this is it!

The Star Vine has the effect of suppressing and restraining the soul. It is the key to the magic potion she studied before that allows the soul to return after leaving the body.

The potion formula in front of me also has this flavor, but the amount is very small. It only increases the effect of pulling the soul. It is the opposite of the effect of my own medicine. One takes the soul out, and the other makes the soul... sink?

Sinking, sinking, the heavy soul is below, and what floats up is naturally light. But why are the broken soul fragments reflected first in this potion?

It's because... they are too light and are captured by the traction force before the heavy objects.

Fran's eyes lit up. Is it possible to add more ingredients of Polygonum Vine to the potion in front of her to suppress Xi Di's soul, and then prepare a soul-releasing potion without adding Polygonum Vine? What will happen?