Candy Wizard and Travel

As expected, Connie held the tea cup and said, "As I said, when I showed the magic to the teacher, the magic froze half of the lake, so it was the Frost Witch, my daughter... more or less."

The witch who cares about face did not hesitate to distort the reality. Her daughter was also taught by her master. She was also good at ice-washing magic. She made a mistake during the operation and almost froze the teacher who jumped into the lake to catch fish. Therefore, she has a daughter similar to her. The name of the witch.

By the way, the last time we met, the teacher pointed directly at her nose and emphasized that she would never teach anyone in her family again. It was a pity that Rosini had to find a new teacher.

"Does that mean you're good at magic? What kind of magic does Teacher Pei'er have?"

"I remember it was the weather." Pei'er lost interest when she learned that she couldn't choose a name. She opened the lid of the pot and stirred the soup. "My teacher is used to naming his students for the weather that has been outstanding recently. I used to have names like Breeze Witch, Thin Breeze Witch, and The Rain Witch, the Morning Mist Witch... When it's my turn, the weather has almost been arranged, and only night is left, so I'll call it the Good Night Witch."

When Fran heard this, her interest waned, "That's too easy to repeat. I'd better read the book."

"Don't close it, don't close it! When you discuss it, at least let us be the first to listen."

"Makes sense."

"Then hang on for now." Fran always felt that these people would interfere with her thinking, but she couldn't refuse. She turned to look at her disciple, "What kind of name does Xiao Xidi want?"

"As long as the teacher chooses it, it's fine. After all, the witch name is the teacher's last gift."

With such heavy expectations, Fran couldn't help but feel full of pressure.

“If you name something after the weather, it’s easy to have the same name, which would be embarrassing.”

Unfortunately, witch names are not unique. It's just that the number of witches is too rare and you generally can't meet them. That's why everyone's name seems to be unique. Now, there are so many witches in the world, it is difficult not to repeat them. All the teacher can do is try his best to think of a more personalized one.

Xidi is looking forward to the teacher's creativity.

Color, weather, good use of magic, favorite things, these are probably the rules for witch names.

Fran began to pace, turning and muttering:

"In the name of eye color? No, I've heard of only four Red Witches... If you like something, the Sweets Witch? Or the Cake Witch and the Sugar Witch? It feels too mediocre..."

This is a troubling question, and it is worth worrying about. The name of the witch serves as a witness to the past between the master and the disciple, so it is not too much to worry about.

Finally Fran recalled her first meeting with the child.

It was a beautiful day that was so bright that I didn’t want to get up. While I was brushing my teeth, I was holding a water cup to water the plants. When I opened the window, I saw a piece of candy wrapper flying over. I subconsciously used magic to turn it into a butterfly and brought it back. When he turned his head, he saw that the child remained motionless as he stuffed the candy into his mouth, and then began to cough violently.

If it weren't for the candy wrapper, I wonder if they would have missed it for a while.

"A witch's name is a memorable one, Xiao Xidi, what do you think of [Candy Witch]?"

"My feeling is that you chose a name like John Jenny after quoting classics and thinking for a long time." Hidi rubbed her hair, but smiled, "But as long as it is a name given by the teacher, I like it."

Fran took a deep breath and took out a brand new star badge from her arms that had been kept for some time. It was a rule of the association and recorded the master's magic power.

Xidi also took out the platycodon badge at the right time and hung it on her chest.

This is a ritual, and such a ritual is needed at such an important time.

The three witches who were watching did not comment on the witch's name, because as outsiders, they didn't know whether the name was accompanied by a past. If they didn't understand, they wouldn't speak easily, and they just stared here with blessing eyes.

"From today on, your life has turned an important page. You will hold on to your name and face the future. Please stay positive and serious in the future."

Fran hovered on the golden badge with one hand. In the shining magic, a string of concise magic words were engraved on the golden part.

She stared at the disciple's face seriously, slowly reached out and took off the platycodon flower from the disciple's chest, and put on the badge.

"Stardust Witch Fran, I admit that you are an official witch."

Xidi put one hand on her chest, feeling the warm breath of the badge, which was the teacher's magic that she had been exposed to for a long time.

Facing those blue eyes as warm as the sea, he gently hugged her, buried his face in her breath, and took a deep breath.

"Yes, thank you teacher."

……

The white-haired "witch" got his name at this moment, and the black-haired witch stroked his back to show her comfort.

The lavender-haired witch looked up from her study, thinking about the location of the new house and where a certain brother and sister would live.

The gray-haired witch walked up the stairs and listened to the sound of her daughter practicing in the attic, smiling happily.

There are so many people in this world connected by things that cannot be seen, waiting for the wonderful interweaving of the future.

another disciple

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It's another beautiful spring.

On the low branches, there is a tree house dotted like a birdcage. Under the morning sunshine, butterflies flap their slightly moist wings and fly up, and the breeze blows a few petals.

Indoors, the young disciple has already gotten up. His long hair is combed into a high ponytail to facilitate cooking, and is fixed with a bow on his forehead.There was an indescribable melancholy on her face, as if she was worried about something, and even the platycodon flowers on her chest dimmed a bit.

Such beauty is really heartbreaking.

"pat-"

Slightly heavy footsteps told her that someone was getting up.

"Teacher, is it too tiring to wake up at this time for a witch?"

"Haha... Witches are the freest people. It's common to stay up late when inspiration comes. For me, it's a bit of a waste to get up so early in such good weather. Oh... it's very difficult to have a regular schedule. In the future, you will Understand this, Irena.”

Amidst the sound of washing water, the woman behind her yawned as she spoke, proving that what she said was true.

The girl's arm while stirring the soup pot stiffened, she pursed her lips, kept her tone steady, and asked in an almost humbly tone of request:

"Teacher, can you teach me magic today?"

She didn't get a response. After a sound of water, she heard these words.

"I have nothing to teach you."

The arms seemed to have lost their strength.

"I see."

……

"Irena, I don't have enough materials. Buy some for the teacher and write them on paper."

Putting the voice behind her, the gray-haired trainee witch sped towards the town.

Frankly speaking, she now hates the streets here, because she has been rejected again and again here, with no time to talk, no real reason, and so arrogantly and rudely shut her out, leaving her dignity and Preservation was trampled to pieces underfoot.

And now, the only one who accepts her...

"Already, a month."

In the previous month, even on the day when she was preparing for the apprentice witch exam, she had been looking through the magic book, constantly reviewing and consolidating her knowledge. And she has been doing the same this month, even wasting more time on boring trivial matters. , the efficiency is not as good as when she is at home.

"Why exactly..."

Why didn't that witch teach her magic?

Heavy emotions gathered in her heart, and she felt like she was about to reach her limit.

In a daze, a familiar smell suddenly touched the tip of my nose. It was a mixed smell of fruit, cream and baked flour, like a dessert shop window that was suddenly opened.

She had smelled this kind of smell before.

"Tattoo."

Furthermore, the sound of hard-soled boots on the road was so familiar that it was like an auditory hallucination.

Irena suddenly raised her head and looked around among the crowds on the street. Her neat gray hair was flying in the sun. Finally, under the bright light at the street corner, she saw the ice-crystal white.

"Miss Hidi!"

"despair."

For a moment, the footsteps stopped.

She shouldn't have heard it in the bustling crowd, but she did.

A face that had hardly changed looked over with confusion. The dark red eyes were like black tea that had been settling for a long time in a glass kettle. At a certain moment, their eyes met.

The other party showed a nostalgic expression.

……

Cafe.

Irena had a cheerful expression and almost introduced the country in a long-winded way.

"...The bakery closed soon, and this coffee shop was also renovated. It is different from last year. The menu includes more desserts such as baked pancakes..."

The listener's expression is gentle and nostalgic, and the infrequent responses are always stuck at the right point. It does not make people feel that the topic is left out, nor does it interrupt the direction of thinking. The topics raised are always just right. .

Just like last year, he is a traveler with a magical power that makes people want to keep talking.

"Um...are you still traveling?" Irena suppressed the excitement in her chest, realizing that she had said too much, and her face turned slightly rosy.

Hope it's not too rude.

"Well, it's over now. I'm going to take a short break recently. Do you want to listen to my story?"

"Uh-huh!"

Irena nodded almost impatiently. During this boring period, her yearning for travel had almost reached its peak. How could she let go of this traveler with magical experiences in front of her, but——

She immediately remembered that there wasn't much time for small talk now.

"I'm sorry, I probably need to go back. I promised to help the teacher buy materials."

"You are already a trainee witch, congratulations," the other party showed a gentle smile at the right time and asked with encouragement, "Practice must be very hard. It should be very difficult for you at your age. It's amazing that you can persevere. I have always felt that no one can accept suffering, they just learn to be patient."

Like a ball of flame, it suddenly burned in her heart. Irena's movement to get up stalled and she fell down on the chair.

"No, it wasn't hard because I didn't learn anything."

……

Emotions are like springs. If they are suppressed for a long time, they will either rebound hard or break.

Under the miraculous affinity of the other party, Irena kept telling her about her helplessness and confusion during this period.

"How could there be such a witch? I am her disciple, not her servant! Boiling water, cooking, expelling insects...and she holds the grimoire all day long and doesn't know what she is doing! Are you kidding me? 14 years old, why should I suffer such torture..."

Amidst the storm of accusations, the young girl clenched her fists heavily, leaving deep marks on her palms with her nails.

When she calmed down, she realized that no one around her had any strange expressions at her words.

"Don't worry, I cast the magic that reduces the sense of presence," Hidi said warmly, handing her a piece of cake, "When you're in a bad mood, have some sweets first. Do you want to hear my analysis?"

"Well, I'm sorry for showing you a weird side."

The still shy girl lowered her head, forked the cake and ate it in small bites, chewing to hide her shy expression.

After an emotional outburst, people often feel ugly themselves. Irena believed that she had a certain degree of self-control, but her words just now were a bit harsh. When she realized it, she herself felt that they were a bit too much.

Fortunately, the magic of reducing the sense of presence...Long live, she is really a gentle and considerate person.

"First, let's talk about what to do if you have a really bad teacher."

Xidi took out a Mingyue badge and hung it on her chest.

"It's just the badge of the Magical Integration Association. If your teacher does exploit and enslave apprentices, it would be most appropriate to report it to a nearby association immediately. Depending on the severity of the case, the apprentice might be able to get a compensation."

"That... doesn't reach the level of exploitation." Irena waved her hand.

"Judging from your description, the witch who taught you is between illegal and incompetent. If the delay is longer, it can also reach the level of investigation... I will stay in the hotel here recently, and I will encounter a situation You can come to me for feedback at any time.”

After nodding, he continued.

"Then let's start the discussion on the premise that she is a normal witch..."

After a while, Xidi took a sip of hot coffee and gave a summary.

“…This can be a test.

Little Irena, in my opinion, your level is already that of an average witch. This country is too comfortable, and your level of magic is average. The reason why the witches rejected you may be jealousy, or they may feel that they cannot teach you, so they are rejected. After so many people rejected it, I think there will be some bad rumors spread, such as you are arrogant and so on...

Well, this is the personal experience of me and a certain witch around me; and qualified teachers often have requirements for the character of their disciples, and a month to observe is not a long time.

To sum up, my suggestion is to have active communication and tell the teacher your thoughts. If the witch who teaches you is a responsible teacher, then at least your relationship will progress after this conversation. Don’t be afraid. Communication can solve many problems. Some things are actually very simple to make sense. "

Irena's mood gradually calmed down. The other person's words had a magical power. After listening to them, the depressed mood during this period was relieved a lot.

She began to recall the details of her life. Apart from not teaching her magic, the witch never did anything too extreme. She was lazy and confused in life, like a big child who had been taken care of. Now she thought about it. You can't even think about it. He is a good person, right?