Candy Wizard and Travel

Silla held a cigarette in her mouth and had no intention of lighting it for the time being. She had already had enough on the way here.

Strange whistling sounds kept coming from high in the sky in the city, and occasionally there were sounds like fireworks exploding. This made her a little curious and asked casually:

"Is there a celebration in the city now?"

"Well, it's the anniversary day of our Royal Academy of Magic. In addition to the celebration, there seems to be a sports meeting. Yes, Your Majesty the Witch, there is a broomstick competition in the afternoon, so please pay attention to the road signs and don't be distracted by the contestants. They hit."

"I see, thank you for reminding me."

"The entry fee is one silver coin. In addition, this country has some special regulations. Please be sure to read this entry manual."

……

There are too many words and I don’t want to read them.

Put aside what you are holding for now.

After entering the city, the most eye-catching thing is indeed those strange-shaped things that look like pieces of building blocks. The head is a ball, and the limbs and torso are made of geometric objects such as pyramids. Some are pure black and some are pure white.

"Is that a magic doll? How does it look like a human being?"

She had briefly learned about this place at the association. Sheila took a few more glances with a little interest and saw a student flying over on a broom stalled and fell. The magic dolls lit up with magic power in time, and their gentle stance Lift him and slowly lower him.

Was he originally responsible for security?Pretty thorough.

In addition, those geometric objects can also be seen in some college-related facilities. They are floating in the air in some places. A group of magicians who are not broomstick players stop in front of them for some reason. After the cube at the head and the sphere in the middle change positions, They drove the broom over at the same time, and at the same time, the magician on the other side stopped again.

Sheila stood for 2 minutes and silently turned over the booklet. Well, it turned out to be some kind of flight control method. Magicians flying in low-altitude buildings need to abide by the rules. Above an altitude of 20 meters, the flying speed does not cause danger. That’s it.

The number of magicians is increasing day by day, and the number of people using magic to transport items is also increasing as a means to avoid losses. When she came last year, there were only simple clotheslines here.

"What a big change."

She has a strong personality and has no intention of flying. There are simple rules in the manual. She doesn't want to read it, and she doesn't want to make mistakes and cause trouble to others, so she just walks over. The place is not big anyway, and it is quite novel.

……

When she arrived at the place where her old friend worked, Sheila couldn't help but say "Wow".

It looks completely different from the place we saw last year. It has become much grander and has a sense of history. It looks like some great magic academy, which is quite intimidating.

But maybe it will become an amazing place in the future.

She still remembered where her friend's office was, but since the college had become like this, it was hard to say whether it was in its original location, so she might as well ask to be on the safe side.

The students in the college were walking in a hurry. Occasionally, students passing by were discussing history and magic in low voices. Most of them had put on light sportswear and were preparing to participate in the project. They looked very relaxed and lively, with the unique vitality of young people.

With that guy's lazy personality, he must be quite out of place working in this place, right?

Thinking like this, before asking the students, Fran was already prepared for others to answer her "Who is Fran?"

"Are you looking for Dean Fran?"

"Right...what?"

She stared at the bookish girl in front of her.

"Are you looking for Principal Fran?" The other party slowed down his tone politely, looking very educated.

"Well, the person I'm looking for is named Fran. I don't know if he is the principal. Anyway, he wasn't the one at this time last year."

"That's right, he will officially serve as the vice president at the beginning of this year. Now he has been confirmed to be the future dean. Please start along the current road, go straight ahead, and then go to the dean's office in the northwest corner of the first floor of the highest main teaching building. that is."

"sorry to bother you."

Sheila resisted the urge to smoke and scratched her hair.

"That guy, the principal?"

And judging from the girl's tone just now, it seems that she is quite popular among the students?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, even the namesakes may be bigger than this, but it has come, and with an indescribable sense of absurdity, Sheila gently knocked on the heavy door.

"Crack...wow! Bang!"

The well-insulated wooden door failed to block those complex sounds, and some of them were still heard by Silla.

"Please come in, the door is open." A familiar voice said.

Silla pushed the door open and saw a black object. She was sitting very awkwardly behind the desk opposite, with her hands crossed in front of her eyes, trying to show a majestic look, but the corners of her mouth were messy and messy. The tabletop and the smell of snacks filling the room did not support her momentum.

"Sheila——"

Fran stood up with some excitement.

So many things happened this year, so many memories covered the page that it was difficult to turn to the front. At this moment, Fran felt slightly in a trance.

"It's already this time, come and sit for a while."

"How old are you and are you still doing this kind of thing during working hours? Forget it, it looks like you're doing pretty well."

Silla was not polite, summoned a broom and used it as a seat, and sat in front of the desk with her feet up.

"Well, there are a lot of things going on this year, and there is a lot to talk about during the trip..." Fran smiled and started making tea, her movements a little stiff.

To be honest she hadn't made tea in a while.

After a little excitement, their friendship returned to their normal mode of getting along.

"Don't talk about those things first. Do you want to see what you look like now?"

"what?"

Silla reached into her arms and took out a photo.

"This is a photo from our trip last year. This is a mirror. Look at it. Is this you?"

"That's too much. Of course it's me. I was just a little thinner back then."

Fran clicked down the photo dissatisfied and accepted the offer from her old friend.

What made her plump this year along with her memories was her weight, and the change was not that big. At most, she could squeeze out a little more flesh on her waist and lower abdomen. Disciples said that it felt better to the touch, which was a good thing. They praised her for her good posture. The ancient beauty of a certain dynasty in the East.

What was that dynasty called...tang?Yeah, quite discerning.

"It's been a long time since I rode a broomstick for a long time. The flesh on my thighs is all out. I should lose weight during this trip." The Stardust Witch has a very optimistic attitude.

Silla lowered her head, looked at her old friend's round legs that could not be concealed under his clothes, and silently took a cigarette.

How should I put it, it feels like a big change, something very wrong.

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Although it was a regular habit to make appointments to travel every year, they were not in such a hurry that they just left immediately.

Today is the school anniversary, and this guy is probably very busy. Sheila is already ready to start again tomorrow, so she just sits down and talks about the interesting things this year.

Well, Fran's poor tea-making skills have made room for improvement. It tastes terrible, but the snacks taste very good, and there is a vague feeling of familiarity.

It was probably an illusion caused by her not eating sweets for a long time.

"Speaking of which, I met an interesting child last year. Her teacher was really sick..." Sheila thought of the child who was to her liking in every aspect. "She said her teacher was a very good and responsible person. A teacher, but can a reliable person do such a thing and leave a child so far alone?"

"You are right, this kind of unreliable teacher really deserves to be kicked by the ass."

Fran nodded in agreement. She already had a student, so of course she couldn't understand this kind of letting go.

"There are still some teachers who make money by exploiting their students." Sheila still couldn't help but light up her cigarette, biting the cigarette butt and letting out a sigh of relief, and said slowly.

"He is a scumbag. He tells students every day, 'The witches outside are all liars, and only the teacher will really care about you.' To put an end to this kind of scum that spoils the soup, the association will be ready to clean up the trend starting this year. The process for apprentice witches to receive their badges after graduation seems to be a little more complicated."

"Oh? To elaborate."

"Why are you paying attention to this? You don't have any disciples."

"I have it."

"You're talking about..."

The two stared wide-eyed.

"I forgot to tell you," Fran rubbed her hair, her blue right eye evading, a little embarrassed, "I accepted a disciple last year, and I sent all the letters I wrote to you, but it turned out Damaged by attack near forest."

She and Sheila are junior sisters, and their relationship was built through the medium of their master. They, well, including their former master, have no relatives. It can be said that the three of them regard each other as family. Now Fran has Having a disciple means having a new family.

This is equivalent to skipping dating, weddings, and pregnancy, and directly saying when we meet, yo, long time no see, my baby is one month old.

Of course, the relationship may not be that close, and Sheila and her disciples may not get along well, but the nature is the same.

Silla had a puff of cigarette stuck in her chest, and after a while she choked and coughed.

"Cough cough cough... you guy... cough cough!"

"Let me see her tonight."

With this last sentence, Silla didn't say much. After all, she was used to this guy's character, and he was really too lazy at certain times.

"Tell me about you. It seems that you are doing well recently. You have even taken the position of dean. I just came from outside. The college is quite popular in this country. You are busy with so many things. Have you changed your gender?"

"Actually, not really," Fran poked her cheek sheepishly, "I am not responsible for most things in the school. Except for some curriculum adjustments, there are people involved in everything from the management of college facilities to the arrangement of funding revenue. Help me, I’m actually pretty free, I can just be lazy after delivering my opening speech at today’s sports meeting.”

Sheila understood. "Isn't this being ignored? So what's the point of being the vice principal? Why don't you just let the person who does things do it?"

"But that child is still too young. If he comes forward... it will look ugly on everyone's face."

"Huh? Kid?"

"This is the disciple I told you about."

"Wait a minute, wait a moment," Silla rubbed her eyes and began to smooth things over. "You are the principal, and your students come to work. They are still children before they even start school. As a teacher, you eat and drink all day long and act like a fool?"

Fran was a little embarrassed, "How could you say you didn't do anything? That child said something about me. The teacher's encouragement and encouragement are very important!"

"So what does that mean?"

"Like a head touch and a hug?"

Sheila took a deep breath and burned one-third of the cigarette in an instant. Then she puffed out a circle in her eyes and said in a low voice, "Expressing trainee witches, using child labor, and PUA disciples. You are the model that I have been looking for for a long time. It's really true." As expected of an old friend, it’s interesting, come with me and we’ll discuss it in detail in the association.”

"Eh eh?"

After a little fussing, Sheila certainly knew that killing her senior sister would not be able to do such a thing. Apart from other things, it was hard to say who was PUA. If she had some talent, she would not have been eaten to death by her master. Damn it... Speaking of which, their master should have been arrested, but it's a pity that he can't be a time-travel policeman.

"Just thinking about Master, I thought of one more thing." Fran arranged her clothes and sat down again. "That child actually has something to do with us."

"Oh?"

"Remember the time when Master was in a bad mood before the end of his trip?"

"You mean..." Silla's emerald eyes widened slightly.

Fran nodded, "Well, it's that child. What a coincidence. After such a long time, in such a far place, we can still meet the relevant person. Apart from the magic of fate, I really didn't know what to use at the time. To describe it..."

"And you haven't told Master about this yet?" Sheila took another cigarette in her mouth, "Do you want to be teased by Master again? Are your wings stiff? There is such a big thing as recruiting a disciple, and there is that level of relationship, If I were master, I would do something behind your back the next time I see you."

"Because, the feeling will be very complicated," Fran lay down on the table and pretended to be dead. "Whether it was me, the child, or even the master, if I knew about this in advance and deliberately got together, it would feel very stiff. I When you think about it, let nature take its course once the kid starts traveling.”

"Just say you're lazy," Silla exhaled another smoke ring to calm her mood, "But it's a good thing, otherwise your disciples might be in front of you for no reason. It's not surprising that the master will do anything on a whim. "

"That's true."

If it were the master, he would definitely be able to do that kind of thing. If nothing like that happened back then, Xiao Xidi would have been with the master, right?Having been taught magic since childhood, disciples have to become senior brothers, so forget about that kind of thing.

While they were chatting, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Teacher, I went back and made lunch and brought it back. Chicken curry and freshly baked bread. Dessert is fruit ice cream. Are you awake?"

"Come on!"

Fran subconsciously responded, then waved her wand to clear away the smell of smoke, and pointed to the sign on the side: "I forgot to mention that smoking is prohibited here."

“Tsk,” Silla smiled, “It seems we don’t have to wait until the afternoon.”

The door was gently pushed open, and a child with a slender figure, less than half the height of the clothes hanger next to him, walked in carrying a food box. His white hair was neat and beautiful, with the unique sense of well-being of a good child. His bangs were combed to the right side to cover his eyes. , his dark red left eye looked at the strange visitor in the room, slightly startled.

"Aunt Sheila?"

Silla, however, had no time to care about this rude title.

Lazy teachers, sweets, college... those familiar and forgotten details connect the serious yet flexible child with the lazy guy next to him.

She turned her head and looked at her old friend with incomprehensible eyes.

"'A very good, very responsible witch'? You?"