Candy Wizard and Travel

After a not so long absence, Marr took his disciple to the study and asked him to tell a story on the pretext of "looking for inspiration."

In fact, there is nothing to talk about. The letter that is still well preserved has already described what he saw on the road, and the life after arriving at King Celestilia... is so peaceful that it is indescribable.

In front of the master, he said that he and the teacher were kissing each other?

Although he doesn't know much about how to deal with interpersonal relationships, it's not that he doesn't understand it at all.

Therefore, after much searching, we only talked about those students. They "sneakly" barbecued and played hot pot in the school under the watchful eyes of the staff, and had snowball fights, skating and broom racing before the holidays...

Maar held her chin in one hand and relaxed her upper body half-bent on the table. She listened carefully. She felt the small changes in the disciple, which were good.

"Xiao Xidi has also made friends. I didn't expect that our works would also go there. It's really amazing." She laughed happily, picked up a pen and drew briefly on the straw paper.

"Is this what the uniform of Wangli Academy of Magic looks like? It looks really simple."

"Pretty much, the tie is green."

"Isn't this combination a bit weird? Where is the stereotype?" Mal frowned, "Recently, a customer who customized dolls requested student uniforms. Xiaoxi, do you have any other references?"

"Yes, the academy used to be an aristocratic academy, and the uniforms were quite gorgeous..."

As they talked, the paper they sketched covered the entire table. The final issue they discussed was from school uniforms to "feelings of students."

"Speaking of student-looking, it must be slim! Anyone with a cup size over C will be considered a student." Mal said in a surprising tone.

She grabbed the pen and outlined a rough skeleton with a few strokes, drawing circles on the waist, hips and legs.

"Over-the-knee socks or knee-high socks. If they are more student-friendly, they are knee-high socks. When they reach the knee, the slender, pencil-like calves are straight and well-proportioned. Over-the-knee socks require a little flesh on the thighs, slightly protruding. The feeling...is it a bit deliberate?"

Xidi started to think.

"In aristocratic schools, it's very common for female students to worry about their figure, right? Looking at the marks left by knee-high socks with a troubled expression is a student-like worry, isn't it?"

……

By the time they finished their discussion, the sun was setting.

Mal patted his head, "Ah, I lost track of time as soon as we started discussing it. It was obviously a memorable reunion conversation, but why is it the same as before?"

"It's not that memorable anymore," Xi Di scratched her face, used magic to heat the coffee again and poured out two cups, "And I'm very happy too."

"Dolls are my favorite field. Is there anything you particularly like, Xiaoxi?" Mal gently blew on the hot coffee and stared at his disciple with his purple eyes.

"I don't think there's anything I particularly like... yet."

"If you find it later, be sure to tell me."

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The planned plan is to stay in the Doll Country and the Clock Country for about six days each. Including the traveling time, fifteen days is enough.

For the past five days, at Master's request, we slept together at night. Except for a few times when we woke up due to lack of oxygen and pushed Master away, everything was normal.

Mal liked the disciple's barrier magic very much. It would emit soft starlight at night. She could see his face clearly without turning on the lights and disturbing the disciple. She could admire it for as long as she wanted.

So her condition was actually not very good these past few days, and the dark circles under her eyes were growing visibly. She just caught up on her sleep during the day, and looked at her at night... Well, she looked for inspiration, and even left the business to her disciples.

If it had been longer, her routine might have been completely turned upside down.

Because of this, Xidi couldn't help nagging for a long time.

Many times he knew that adults had their own lifestyles and did not need a child like him to say anything, but when it came to people close to him, it was still unsettling.

In other words, are there some adults who can make children worry...

In short, whether people cherish it or waste it, the days pass like this.

On the day they parted again, both of them remained quite calm, perhaps because they had already experienced it once.

"...I won't say much more, take care of yourself, teacher."

"Well, goodbye Xiao Xidi, remember to send me some photos."

"Yes Yes."

The disciple disappeared from the house again, and Mal once again found the place surprisingly empty.

The witch put a temporary closure sign on the door again, and returned to the disciple's room. The magic of retrospection continued to flicker, and the smell gradually returned to life.

Mal, who had heavy dark circles under his eyes, fell heavily on the bed and closed his eyes sleepily, because it was really unbearable to watch his disciple until early in the morning yesterday.

"Not yet..."

It's not that she doesn't want to leave disciples, but she wants to see a shinier and more beautiful creation. The polishing of each step requires a long time and sufficiently detailed craftsmanship.

So, wait.

……

Clock Township is not far from the Doll Country - for Xidi now, it is a pity that magicians are still active in this area occasionally. Xidi dare not go to full speed, otherwise, whoever bumps into will become XX XX sauce.

Even at such a normal flying speed, it was still at the level of full strength in the past, and it was barely controllable. It arrived at Zhongzhong Township before noon.

"Welcome back, Sir Xidi."

"Thanks for your hard work."

After the guard saluted, Xidi, who had registered the information, nodded and floated into the city. The first target was still the cemetery.

Another season of winter snow.

The climate here is warm and humid, and you can already see some pleasant buds on the road, but it is still dead quiet here, with new, old, mottled, rough... there are many types of tombstones, Xidi walked there In front of an imposing tombstone.

It's slightly worn and has lost its luster.

Will a brand new tombstone make loved ones happy, or will it constantly remind them of a past?Let it get old and be accumulated by time. The older the better.

Xi Di gently rubbed the stone tablet, saying nothing or doing nothing, only quietly gazing at the blue sky.

Rachel traveled around for so many years, talking nonsense to people and ghosts. In fact, he didn't like talking. The time he longed for most in his life was when he was a child, lying on the lawn with his brothers and looking at the sky.

Now he can take a good look, the weather is good today, the sun is neither warm nor hot, and the sky is blue.

Xidi took out the broom and cleaned up the area in front of the tombstone, the bare soil around it, and the grass sprouts on the old grave in the distance. He thought for a while, took out a bag of seeds and poured it into the soil.

It's not a flower, it's just a common grass species in nearby countries. Cattle and sheep like its juiciness, and children like its softness. It's such a common and popular plant.

"gone."

After doing all this, Xidi clapped her hands and walked out of the cemetery before sitting on the broom again.

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The Stardust Witch received a Spring Festival gift from her disciple. It was a reclining chair that she liked very much. It was a little hard to lie on at first, but after getting used to it, it was quite comfortable. Especially the swaying range, which was neither light nor heavy, impressed her.

Today is a perfect match for the warm weather, the sky is cloudless and the sky is blue, and the whistle is faintly heard in the distance.

Fran went out with the quilt in her arms, set up a clothesline in the woods to dry the quilt, and leaned over one by one to smell the smell of the bed, which was more suitable for covering up during nap time.

Finally, the disciple's bed was picked out.

The sweetness of the dessert and the faint smell of wheat are like a piece of baking cake. If you cover this bed, your sleep quality must be the best.

Well, I'd better use Xiaoxi Di's pillow as well.

The witch decided happily.

After drying the quilt, she sat back on the lounge chair and gazed at the sparkling lake in the distance amidst the slight "squeaking" sound.

"There's only one week left... I guess? I'll find out when I look at the cabinet later. I'll be back soon."

……

"One more week."

Xidi pressed her hat and came to this slightly old house in the overly bright sunshine.

In fact, the income of Eleanor and his wife is not low. From his point of view, some of the furnishings in the house could be replaced by a house, but they are particularly fond of this house, maybe because it is just right.

Moreover, Estelle was born here. According to the surrounding customs, it is unlucky to move around before a relative dies.

Thinking about it, the years when people and houses grow old together are quite desirable.

And Estelle, I haven’t seen her for a long time. I don’t know if there is any news from her during this time.

Thinking about this and that, Xidi raised her hand and pushed open the fence. When she was about to walk in, she faintly heard a strange noise on the side.

"call--"

In this way, it sounded like the sound of wind, the sound of something waving, and the sound of slight footsteps.

Xidi held down the crutch with one hand, and the wand was hidden under her robe. She raised her feet and walked over there. She guessed it was a worker or something, so she didn't want to be too rude.

But unexpectedly, it was a sight he had never imagined.

It's Serena, swinging a sword.

Wearing an outfit that is easy for movement, the long blue hair that has grown to the neck is combed into a refreshing ponytail. At this time, he is carrying a sword in one hand and practicing slashing - it is still a metal sword, and it looks like it has been sharpened. .

Xi Di didn't bother him.

The little girl was not much taller than the sword in her hand. Every time she straightened her thin arms, she could clearly see the slender arc, and crystal beads of sweat rolled down the back of her neck.

There is a certain rhythm to the steps and breathing. It doesn't look like a child playing with a sword, but someone who has specially guided it.

He nodded with satisfaction. Just when he was about to speak out, an interesting thought suddenly occurred to him: He wanted to see how long it would take for Serena to notice that he was standing here...

"Ok?"

A pair of red pupils came into his eyes.

The warning and doubt in his eyes quickly disappeared, like an unfolded folding fan, quickly covered with joy and excitement.

"elder brother!"

She dropped her sword and ran over happily, but stopped again and wiped her face in embarrassment.

"that……"

The girl's brother didn't care that much. He took two steps forward and hugged his sister hard.

"I'm back, Serena."

"Well, brother."

In the end, she couldn't overcome the temptation, so she buried her face in her brother's chest and took a deep breath.

It's a familiar taste.

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"Auntie is visiting a friend's house today and will probably be back in the afternoon. Uncle won't be back at noon." Although she was not very kind, her evaluation was very satisfactory.

"Are you able to cook by yourself?"

"Well, I've been learning it for a long time, and my aunt said it tastes pretty good."

"It's amazing." After a few words, the sense of familiarity came back. Xidi took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to her. With the height difference between the two of them, it would be awkward for him to wipe it in some places. "Why is Serena practicing swordsmanship?" ah?"

After saying that she would take a bath later, the little girl still did not refuse. She took the handkerchief and wiped it without touching the skin. Then she stuffed it into her pocket when her brother was not paying attention and replied:

"Some time ago, Aunt Eleanor's friend came to our house as a guest. He used to be a soldier of a certain country. He thought I was very suitable for learning swordsmanship and taught me a few skills."

Her eyes kept looking here, and her heart felt a little lighter every time she glanced at the lavender ornaments.

"Is that so..."

Frankly speaking, it cannot be described by "a few hands".

At least he was better than him. The sword in his cane had not been unsheathed all winter.

He looked at his sister's body with a little worry, "At Serena's age, it's better not to work too hard and lay a foundation?"

"Well," she responded happily: "I know my brother, the master comes to see me regularly and has checked me several times. There is no problem with this strength. My body is much stronger than ordinary people. I have been using a real sword for about two weeks. ”

Speaking of which, Grandpa Rachel has some alien blood. His two sons have nothing different from ordinary people. Are they inherited from one generation to the next?

Xidi rubbed her face, smiled gently, and said no more.

Opening the door, Serena remembered something.

"Brother, aunt and others have packed up your room. It's diagonally opposite to my room, next to Estelle."