Candy Wizard and Travel

Silla sighed and said in a tone of Huang Shiren, "What a good student, how come I met a teacher like you."

"Sheila, I am also very good, right?" She added without confidence, "For a witch."

"Don't make excuses. I won't listen. I just came here to take a look. Xi Di's side has checked and there are no traces of the potion. Are there any traces of potion here? It's normal. If it's not illegal, I can't say anything."

"That's enough. Hey, is it really that exaggerated?" Fran put down the book and patted the table.

The witch from the association was well-informed and nodded, "You were like many witches in the first half of your life. You could see everything at a glance. When you grow old, you become the image of a witch living alone in the forest. Now that the witch wants to get married, you think it's not normal. ?”

"Look at Master, I won't be old in a few decades."

"Just talking, speaking of master..."

The two fell silent at the same time.

"What are you going to say over there? Do you want to explain?"

"Well...hahaha, I won't go."

Fran shook her head violently, thinking that the way her master looked at Xi Di was almost the same as looking at Irena, and if she was told this... please refer to how Irena's father dealt with little Xi Di, or even It's even worse, because Irena's father is not a witch, and he has never read "The Adventures of Fran".

Just imagining it, she felt like she was almost ready to leave first.

One of them smoked and the other drank tea.

After a while, Silla reluctantly sucked the cigarette butt and put out the cigarette.

"Well, I'm actually still a little curious about how your character accepts it."

"I don't really want to say it."

"Forget it, what about this year's trip?"

"I probably won't be able to go. The weather has been abnormal in the past few years. I have to look around. What does the association say?"

"Normal weather changes."

When she learned that she had been pigeoned out again this year, Sheila didn't feel much at all. After all, she had been pigeonholed once last year, and this thing only happened once and countless times.

By the way, it seems that she was the first one to do it. As a reward, after the trip started, she stayed on the pretext of urgent matters, and then allowed Fran to "encounter" Xi Di, who had been waiting for a long time. It was really unreasonable to think about it.

——Xidi should be asked to meet directly, which would destroy the integrity.

I don't know why these years, I don't have that "rare" feeling anymore. It's normal to go on a trip without seeing each other for a year, but now I feel like I see them every day when traveling. There is no fluctuation in my heart, and sometimes I feel a little disgusted.

Probably because she has met Xidi too many times. That guy feels very similar to Fran when she was young. He speaks nicely and has good skills. If she can change, she really wants to take those two scheduled disciples. Change this one.

It's a pity that I can't change it.

I’ve seen too much of the high-end version of Fran, and now I’m watching this youth version, and I feel disgusted no matter how much I watch it.

——Well, half of it is a joke.

Since she couldn't travel, Sheila directly shared her experiences and accumulated stories this year. The world is vast and magical, and nothing is surprising.

The key point was the meeting with Irena. She recognized Irena's identity at a glance. She was a little more humble in a certain department, otherwise she would be exactly the same as the young teacher.

What can Fran have to share?I can only talk about the things about Irena and the years these three people shared.

Silla listened quietly, and then asked, "Do you feel anything is wrong?"

"where?"

"..."

After pondering for a moment, the junior sister rummaged through her bag and took out a note.

"The association provides benefits for regular physical examinations, but they didn't bother to fold one for me last year. Now, take this piece of paper, go to the larger association branch, look for the medical department with a circle on the sign, and tell them to focus on it. Look at the brain.”

This long preparation made Fran slow down for a moment, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You really need to look inside your head."

"Seriously, what's wrong? I've been idle for a long time, so maybe I'm not as careful as you."

"Are you so idle that you took your eyes and brain for maintenance together and came back with only your eyes?" Sheila had the urge to smoke again, but restrained herself. She wanted to smoke cheap cigarettes, but she was worried that she would feel nauseated after just finishing smoking.

"In short, the conclusion is..."

"——Irena likes Xi Di?" Fran slapped the table and raised her voice uncontrollably, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"It's completely possible," Silla said, chewing on her cigarette and not lighting it up, "Just think about it, at the most lively age, you meet someone who is beautiful, has a delicate personality, and is clever..."

"You will always have a crush when you are young. It will be better when you are older, right?"

"But who would live with the person they have a crush on for a year!" Sheila was convinced that love would make people stupid. What had become of their old friends?

"Don't talk about girls, just find a boy and try to live with him for a year?"

Fran didn't dare to think about it.

Silla continued her analysis, "I have been in contact with Xidi a lot, and I probably know his situation. To put it crudely, he is short-sighted and not sensitive enough to emotions. You are stupid or he is stupid. It really matches. Frankly speaking, if the purpose is to get married, I think you can start worrying now.”

"What are you afraid of? Xiao Xidi will never...what is that word called, high-tech country..."

“Derailment,” Sheila held her forehead, “The problem now is that your car is fine, but someone demolished your track and laid it for themselves.

No, I feel something is wrong. Please tell me in detail about the life of the three of you. "

Fran recalled it and began to describe that nostalgic time.

In the summer, the three of them would have a tea party in the living room and lay on the floor; in the autumn, they would each rest on one leg and tell stories; in the winter, the three of them would huddle together in the kotatsu and watch the winter...

Sheila didn't even finish listening, she covered her face with her hands, pressed her hat and stumbled to her feet.

"Suddenly I remembered that I have something else to do. There seems to be some festival here recently. I bought this on the road. Just treat it as a gift and let's go."

"Hey, you haven't said anything yet?"

"If you can't save him, take your leave and wait for death."

The door slammed shut.

Fran looked at her hand in confusion. It was a ribbon, a dark green ribbon, the kind tied to a hat. Her red ribbon was a bit old.

Summoned the witch hat and replaced it.

"Yeah, nice look, I like it very much."

Irena's time

Dreamland: The Witch of the House

The room was dark, and the weak firelight swayed, reflecting the girl's beautiful face. The gray hair showed a translucent texture like ice crystals in the firelight, and her eyes were hidden in the shadows, giving her a dark and deep feeling.

"Goooooooooooo..."

The crucible was filled with viscous liquid, and colorful mist evaporated from time to time, just like the image of the witch in all the popular stories today, except that the girl as the protagonist was particularly young and beautiful.

The slender fingers skillfully twisted the dry material - it looked like a gecko with its limbs removed or the mummy of some kind of reptile.

After the sad and terrifying corpse fell, a piercing scream came from the crucible, followed by a sound similar to a hiccup.

"Uh--"

The light flickered.

The gray-haired girl looked over expectantly.

"puff--"

It was like the sound of another part breathing out, like a blade cutting into leather, the sound was dull, and the viscous liquid suddenly surged up, as if stretching out a palm to grab something.

Eventually it re-covered with gray and fell back into the pot into a smelly puddle of goo.

It's such a shame, even a beautiful witch has to deal with such stinking things most of the time.

The flame is out.

Sighing in the darkness, the girl seemed to have no need to rely on light at all. She skillfully poured the waste into a special storage container, then threw a test tube of potion into it, smashed it, closed the lid with force, and then went to the other side. In the bathroom, wash your hands carefully.

The disposal of waste is sometimes more troublesome than the preparation, but it must be done, and the girl who has learned a painful lesson in this regard will not be careless again.

"Irena ~ Irena, it's time to eat."

Deliberately heavy footsteps came closer and closer, and then a gentle and friendly voice came from outside the door, lingering in front of the door without even knocking, as if for fear of disturbing someone.

The girl suddenly realized that the "alert" time had come. When she regained consciousness, she wanted to squat down with her head in her hands. Fortunately, the darkness gave her a sense of security.

Patting her undulating chest, she responded in a voice like a mosquito: "I know, brother..."

As if trying to use up all his courage, he softly "exhaled" two more words.

"thanks……"

"you are welcome."

The response outside the door was very clear and concise, as if to eliminate all uneasy and ambiguous associations, without any unnecessary tone or tone.

To a normal person, this is really confusing, and even has a mechanical feel like a magic doll talking. But to the girl in the room, only such plain words can stop her from thinking too much.

Like some sensitive little animals, any extra disturbance will cause their ears to prick up and their muscles to tense.

"The meal for lunch is beef stew with red wine, the staple food is Irena's favorite bread, and the drink is grape juice. Is there anything else you need?"

"No, no! Thank you very much..."

"Well, then I'm leaving."

As soon as she heard this, the girl immediately leaned down and leaned against the ground to listen to the movement. She felt the vibration go away. There was a noise from the stairs, and she quietly opened the door handle.

"Click."

It was also dark outside the door. The curtains were deliberately closed on the windows on both sides of the corridor, and only a faint light could be seen when the slight air flow blew.

For the girl, the room is a safe house, the house is a dangerous area where monsters may appear, and outside the house... it is a complete death zone.

After looking around and confirming that no one was around, he picked up the dinner plate on the floor, closed the door happily, and enjoyed his own time.

At the end of the corridor, a white-haired figure swayed and floated downstairs without touching his feet. His face was blurred in the dimness.

……

His sister Irena has been shutting herself in her room for four years, from the year after she passed the exam to now.

The cause was a strange disease caused by a potion accident. The skin would ulcerate when exposed to sunlight. While he was studying the formula, his sister had a mental breakdown. The out-of-control magic set the house on fire, causing extensive burns. She lay in the potion jar. moon.

After that, he began to hate the light and stayed at home. He burned his favorite storybook from his childhood, and his mother and uncle who could not arrive in time were also excluded.

Now Irena only has magic and her brother in her heart, and the world only exists for one person.

According to my mother, this is also a disease, but the disease is in the heart, and existing medicine and magic cannot change it.

He spent two years inventing the time-travel magic, but tests revealed that what he went back to was just a similar world - what he called a parallel universe.

And his sister, Irena, who was quirky as a child and longed for travelers when she grew up, was still not saved.

Not her, no.

This plan was scrapped.

Recently, he is researching the magic potion that makes people happy, but because he cannot go out to take care of his sister, the speed of collecting happiness is very slow, and it will probably take some time.

What?How can you collect happiness without going out?

It's very simple. When I cook for Irena every day, when I wash her clothes, I use magic disguise to go downstairs and stand in the corner to watch her open the door to get the food...

Irena is like a hamster, Irena is like a rabbit, Irena is like an owl...

In those moments, he was extremely sure that the mood could be called happiness.

Will the potion work?have no idea.

If it doesn't work, just continue with new research. This is probably the meaning of his talent.

……

"Dong dong dong."

The man whose face he couldn't see clearly knocked on the door.

Irena, who knew the whole house well, immediately shrank under the bed.

It's scary to be an outsider.