Candy Wizard and Travel

It's not that simple to think about the essence of it. He did not hide his secrets when teaching his skills, but it's hard to say how much thought those people who go after money can use to deal with it.

The taste doesn't lie, it improves as much as you put in it. There isn't much skill in this dish, it's just plain tedious.

Speaking of this, he suddenly remembered a white-haired child a long time ago who said he wanted to learn how to cook it for the teacher to taste.

The store has been open intermittently in the past few years. Maybe he has been here before, but he just didn't encounter it.

After all, it’s been ten years.

Thinking of what the customer in front of him had just said, the store manager wanted to ask what kind of person her student was. Looking up, the black-haired witch was enjoying the food, looking relaxed and free of worries.

He seems to be a happy and happy person.

That's enough, just think that the child has realized his wish.

It's time to close this store. My daughter-in-law is about to give birth, so I'll go spend some time with my grandson or granddaughter.

The store manager narrowed his eyes and straightened his stooped waist.

……

After eating, Fran finally remembered to get down to business when she walked to the street and was pointed at again.

When she arrived at a bookstore, it seemed to be quite old. Based on her experience as a traveler, the people working here should know something.

"Ahhhh!"

A girl swayed over with a stack of books in her arms, maintaining a fragile balance as if performing a juggling act. When she caught sight of unfamiliar clothes from the corner of her eye, she became nervous and smashed down all the books that were higher than her head.

"Please be careful, Miss Clerk."

Fran raised her wand in time and easily controlled the books to float in mid-air.

"Oh, thank you very much!"

"Is it necessary to be so anxious?"

"Oh, I can't help it. After the previous clerk made enough extra money and left, the job became more and more difficult," the clerk said with emotion, rubbing her wrists, "How could I ever meet someone who was taken advantage of?"

"what?"

"Ahem, it's okay. What do you need, my guest? The map is - ugh!" She raised her head and saw Fran's face clearly. She exclaimed, clicked her tongue in surprise, and walked around Fran twice.

"What a perfect replica, from the dress to the appearance... Wow! This witch's medal looks just like the real thing! Will counterfeiting the medal be punished by the Magical Integration Association? Please be careful. Well, use the popular In terms of words, this is the so-called high-resolution cosplay, right?"

"Ah...ah? What?" For the first time, Fran had doubts about whether she was out of touch with the times.

"Cosplay means dressing up as a character in a story. Isn't that what you are doing now? I can guarantee that you are the one who looks most like Traveler Fran among all the people I have met! If you participate in the first part I can at least make it to the top three in the Time Traveler Imitation Competition!"

"Well, my name is indeed Fran, but what do you mean?"

Fran had a bad premonition. The last time like this, she walked through the alley where her master ambush her, and suffered a physical and mental double blow from a French stick that had been placed for a long time and a recitation of dark history.

The clerk smiled and patted her shoulder, "This spirit of sticking to the setting is also worthy of recognition! By the way, I don't know about Traveler Fran, or "The Adventures of Fran"."

The gentle expression on her face gradually stiffened, Fran's slightly narrowed eyes opened slightly, and she raised her wand, "Miss clerk, I think I may need your cooperation."

……

Three minutes later, after learning the truth, Fran felt like the sky was about to fall.

She changed her clothes a little and went out to take a look. The streets were full of the keywords of Traveler Fran, including dolls, snacks, costumes... and the extremely eye-catching bronze sculpture.

It was like a heavy punch on her shame, then trampled by the horses, and finally washed away with the magic of her disciples.

Shattered into dregs that can no longer be put back together.

If it weren't for outsiders, Fran would have wanted to bury her head in the ground to calm down.

"you are back?"

Greeting this strange customer, the clerk's attitude remained enthusiastic.

There is no shortage of weirdos in this era. The weirder people are, the faster they make money. She also hopes to meet a rich man who spends a lot of money to chase stars like her predecessors, so she enthusiastically rearranges the bookshelf and puts out the best-selling "Fu", which almost everyone in the local area has three copies. "Lan's Adventure Story" is placed in the most conspicuous position.

"The latest luxuriously bound [-]th anniversary special commemorative edition, do you want to know? It is said that it was published with the king's own money, with reference to the opinions of a witch. The illustrations and story content have been slightly modified to be more in line with the original image and positioning. Buy it at this price Is it enough to earn money?"

The clerk bought a copy himself and used it as a financial management product. Like his predecessor, the first edition of "Fran's Adventures" sold for nearly a hundred times the price. Most of such a profitable business can only be found in the Codex. found.

Fran's mind was groggy, so she subconsciously took it and opened it. The first page was a message from the king.

"Thank you to traveler Fran who has been with us for 15 years."

"This book contains some chapters besides the main story, excerpts from the letters exchanged between me and Traveler Fran's disciple 'S'. It's a pity that we can't know more stories, but the unknown is the best ending to the story. Please cheer Well, in the next ten years we will have an aftertaste that we can remember."

The clerk held the book and sighed, "I read this book when I was a few years old. It feels amazing to have a follow-up now... Although the 'S' in the book only says a little bit, when I think about Traveler Fran, she has a disciple. , her journey must be continuing, right?

Yeah, it feels like that time is back. It’s so nostalgic... You like Fran so much, why don’t you buy a copy? "

Feelings are feelings, and business is business. The commission from this hardcover edition is worth two days of her salary, so she can't miss any sales opportunity.

Fran was gaping at her dark history.

At first, she thought she was the only one in the world who knew that if someone got her manuscript, they would probably burn it because it was not very good.

Then Xidi's arrival awakened her dusty memory, and the book in her master's hand made her dare not think too much.

Now comes the worst.

Black history did not disappear, nor did it accompany her in a different way. It was just published, republished, and republished more than a dozen times.

This is no longer a matter of fanatical sasaeng meals.

Judging from the available information, there is probably no one in this city who doesn’t know about Traveler Fran...

Fran is a powerful testament to the fact that no matter how old a person grows, deep down there is still a place where they are still a child.

I really want to disappear, I really want to disappear, I really want to disappear!

Hurry up and forget it! Hurry up and forget it! Hurry up and forget it!

"Well, ma'am? What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to figure out how to wake up from this nightmare."

——In the end, the clerk happily took a commission from a book.

……

At night, Fran lay in bed, unable to sleep.

After hesitating for a long time, he turned over, turned on the light, lay on the bed and opened the book tremblingly.

This was a difficult decision for her, and she never looked at the manuscript again after getting it.

Upon closer inspection, she found that the packaging and printing quality of this book had surpassed her most extravagant thoughts when she was young. At that time, she thought it would be good to print it.

She doesn't have any special emotions about the past years, only this book... the existence of this book itself is black history.

With vague memories, she quickly turned over the familiar chapters. Finally, at the original ending, there was something written by a guy named "S". It was mysterious. You can imagine a person with a blurred voice and black eyes. The way the line guy talks.

But this part of the excerpt retains the original handwriting and is easy to read.

Fran held her head and buried her face on the pillow, sobbing: "Xiao Xi Di..."

She rubbed the handwriting with complicated emotions and looked at it line by line.

Not much, just a few follow-up things.

Traveler Fran is still traveling. She has visited many places and met more people. Finally, she became a teacher in a distant and peaceful country. She realized her dream before traveling and taught more magicians. Some magicians continue to branch out, while others fly around the world like birds.

——A traveler’s journey never stops.

Looking at this line of words, Fran could imagine the serious and lovely face of the child, and her mood calmed down inexplicably.

She put on her clothes, sat down at her desk and started writing a letter.

Write about the experience of this country, the familiar eel rice, the unfamiliar statues on the street, and the king who asked for a cure for an unspeakable disease...

It took a long time to write.

……

"Hey, you arrived early. I thought you would visit the surrounding countries first."

A blond woman with a cigarette in her mouth came over, her expression a little gloomy. She probably learned that the cigarette that should have been in her hand was cut off.

Fran sighed, "There's nothing here, it's boring."

"I heard that there is a country nearby that worships travelers. Where are you going?"

"No!" Fran realized that her performance was a bit extreme and coughed, "I always don't like things that sound sensational."

"It feels very suspicious..."

Ignoring her junior sister, Fran summoned a broom and flew away in one direction.

……

Gap:Sister and the never-lost time

"That's it, Sheila."

"Call me Master, you brat."

"In terms of seniority, you should call me senior brother, Sheila."

"At least don't call me by my name."

Two people wearing pointed hats, one large and one small, were walking through the street. The older one had brilliant long golden hair, a face that still had a bit of youthfulness, emerald green eyes, and the raised corners of his eyebrows always gave people a... The arrogant feeling and the cigarette in her mouth only aggravated the bad atmosphere and made people worry about the child who was following her.

He is a child with beautiful and neat white hair and red eyes. He is dressed like a magician at a young age. He is close to the delinquent girl next to him. He also has something in his mouth, but it is a lollipop.

The expressions of the two are somewhat similar, with a slight sense of indifference, but when it comes to children, they are somewhat pretentious and cute, making people on the street feel maternal love from time to time.

"That's why I hate children." Sensing the gazes from around her, the blond girl named Sheila bit her cigarette and became very irritated. "It's also a headache to not be able to smoke."

"Tobacco is bad for you. You should smoke less of that stuff. Spending money to murder yourself sounds stupid."

"You should really learn to speak."

Sheila became even more irritable.

This child... although she didn't want to admit it, in the past, someone used fists and wands to force her to call her senior brother. During that time, she thought it was too fun to shout and was too lazy to change her words. She could also tease a certain old-fashioned senior sister. He did not change his tune until graduation.

But until now there are some...

This child's character is so annoying. The more I watch it, the more annoying it becomes, and the less I like it. It's simply——

Just like her old self.

Just because he knows a few magic tricks, he is arrogant and has no regard for politeness. When talking to people, his words are as straight as a sword, which makes people very angry.It's just that when she was a child, she had to be like a hedgehog because no one loved her. This little guy... she felt that he simply deserved to be spanked.

But she couldn't hit her. She was not good at bullying children, and if she hit the small one, she would never be able to hit the big one - that gray woman.

Be patient, you have to be patient, Sheila.

It is always difficult for people to reconcile with their past selves, and Sheila could only smoke her cigarette irritably.

Yes, because of this little guy, she had to find a special place to smoke, because if the master knew that she smoked in front of the children, he would probably hang her in a small dark room and light cigarettes all around for her to smoke all at once.

The magic potion can alleviate the harm caused to the body by smoking, but the torture of being choked to death should be forgotten.

So why on earth should she be asked to take care of the children? Doesn’t that senior sister dream of teaching as a witch who eats and waits for death?Let that guy come.

She had asked this question before, and the master's answer was: "That guy is too lazy, don't bring down my little Xi Di."

……

"This will be your room from now on."

"There is a strong smell of smoke, can I clean it up?"

"casual."

The two people, who were nominally brother and sister, but whose actual relationship was master and apprentice, only had such a brief conversation at home, and Sheila found a reason to sneak out to smoke.

The master also said that this child’s magic level does not need to be tested in school. All he needs to do is find a way for him to live like a normal person. Because he is familiar with language at a very young age, people often overlook that he is also a child, and with his growth There was indeed a lack of correction in the process - Victoria was already trying her best to learn to be a mother, but unfortunately it was too late.

Regrettably, the way he thinks now is very different from normal people.

Victorique felt that Sheila, who had lived like this in the past, probably had some experience. A dead horse was a living horse doctor. If there was no other way...then she could only call her back and keep her by her side to teach her carefully for a few years.

"Huh - he's a troublesome guy."

Sheila blew out smoke rings and worried about the future.