Candy Wizard and Travel

The sudden sound made Xi Di lift up the dagger again, but he held it easily with one hand. He pushed and pulled it with techniques he couldn't understand, and pressed it lightly, but there was no strength left in his hand.

"Sorry to scare you."

The visitor raised his golden eyes and smiled in the dusk sky, his silver hair shining.

"I am Clarisse, Clarice the Crescent Witch."

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A witch, in a broad sense, refers to a woman who uses magic. In a narrow sense, it refers to a very powerful woman who uses magic.

Even now, witches are not a bad thing. There are at most twelve in an area a year. When competition is fierce, there may be seven or eight.

Xidi has also met several girls with witch abilities, and they have become friends with each other. They have a fight in the examination room every year, regardless of the outcome, so there have been zero trainee witches in that area in recent years.

After that, the local branch forcefully gave them the qualifications to become apprentice witches and refused to accept applications.

A few hundred years ago, the title of witch was not popular. Only the leader of an association was qualified to call himself a witch. He shouldered honors and responsibilities. He needed to manage all the complicated affairs in the association's area, and to fight against enemies, he had to be the last to attack. Ahead, fame and strength are indispensable.

It is rare to see a magic association so far, and today Xidi saw it for the first time.

Helvey, President of the Crescent Society, Crescent Witch, Clarisse.

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Helvey is outside the association's jurisdiction.

Xidi can now confirm that the branch of the Country of Diversity is here to keep an eye on this country. This country has huge problems.

"The thing that attacked you, we call it [the dead]. In today's terms, it is something close to a ghost. If people from Helvey and surrounding countries die, they may come back like that, even the weakest dead. , it will also make ordinary people sick after being touched, and eventually they will become weak and die."

"Translucent, poisonous, sounds a bit like jellyfish."

"Jellyfish... I haven't seen them in many years, but compared with those things, jellyfish are much cuter."

Clarisse was draped in a white robe. Under the robe was a loose black skirt. The skirt swayed as she walked, and her white and tight calves were particularly eye-catching in the fading dusk.

Her weapon is very strange, it is a huge scythe, the pale scythe blade looks like a crescent moon.

As the two walked, they talked about the country's affairs, mainly her talking.

Xi Di was observing her pace, which was very rhythmic. He had seen similar movements in Serena, but that child was only serious during a duel, but this person has always maintained her vigilance. .

"Normally speaking, witch-level magic has some effect on the dead, but your luck is not very good. That one is about to become a [wandering dead], that's what we call it," Clarice hugged her Holding the scythe with a sigh on his face, "It's a very tricky thing. If it takes longer, the form will change, become bigger, and turn into a monster. Then I will be the only one here who can deal with it."

"Thank you."

She turned and thanked her sincerely.

"It's just self-protection," Xi Di always told the truth, "I don't have any other ideas."

Clarisse shook her head, "I have always felt that it is not important what you think, but what you do is important, so please accept my thanks. Also, what are you going to do tonight? After dusk, the hotel here will not It’s open.”

"You look like you really want me to work." Xidi looked at her, and she was just about to write "come and ask me" on her face.

The witch didn't shy away from it, "Ah haha, those things are endless, and the New Moon Society has not been extinct for 300 years. Although magic is not very useful, it can still be effective in other places with a little effort."

Magic power cannot be directly effective, but it is by no means useless. It can move trees and move dead people alive, lay traps, modify weapons, and perform logistical repairs... A magician is like a brick, and can be moved wherever it is needed. As a tool person, a witch is perfect.

"If this is considered a commission..."

"Then consider it a commission."

After thinking about it, Xidi nodded in agreement.

Clarice held his hand.

"Pleasant to work with."

The hand was slender and slightly cold.

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Other members of the Crescent Society work irregular hours and usually work shifts.

The dead usually just wander the streets. The most common behavior is knocking on doors and windows and calling the names of the living.

Over hundreds of years, the doors and windows of buildings on the street have been reinforced, and residents will never open their doors just because the dead call, and most of the time there is no problem.

But there are also accidents, such as having a huge obsession, persisting, re-reinforcing the wooden door, and causing problems after being bumped all night. At this time, members need to rush over to clean up.

Another example is the upgraded version of the thing that Xidi just encountered. The real [Wandering Dead] usually has the weight of a building. It can be called a little giant, and it is a walking natural disaster in the city.

It is Clarice's responsibility to deal with that thing, and it is not just that thing. She never rests at night, carrying a sickle to chop from South Street to North Street, oh, she can blink so her eyes are not sore.

"Is your body okay?"

"It's okay. Thanks to the magic potion, I don't have a great need for sleep. One morning a day is enough."

Xidi fell silent and did not continue the topic.

He had seen this state before he was ten years old, especially for a long time after he met Fran at the age of six. At that time, he would probably be very happy to have this kind of potion.

But is there any magic potion without side effects?

His desperate struggle lasted less than four years. How long did Clarice last?

It was a taboo to talk deeply, so he just kept silent.

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The dead wander, and so does Clarisse.

Xidi now understood why she used the scythe.

The long weapon swept across like wheat, and the masses of dead people turned into mist. The sickle shining with strange light was unusually heavy. When she swung it, Clarice seemed to be dancing, her arms, waist and legs tensing and loosening. Slow has a strange sense of rhythm.

It can also serve as a wand, which is outrageous, but not too outrageous, just like the difference between a cane and a broom. Moreover, the huge scythe is probably an ancient artifact that has been passed down for a long time. The long-term magic power allows it to withstand more powerful output. As a wand it should be top notch.

But the handling method must be very harsh.

Clarisse held the sickle in her arms like a lover.

No matter what the dead look like, no matter what they are saying, no matter how many there are, when she sees the dead, Clarisse will greet them with joy, as if greeting an old friend.

Then send them back to the west lovingly.

There was no fatigue, no boredom, no hatred, she always maintained a bright mood.

Xidi is responsible for following her, using retrospection magic to repair buildings, smooth roads, or apply sleeping magic to frightened residents.

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Dusk is beautiful in this country, the moon is high in the sky and its clear light shines on the streets. Today is a new moon.

Xi Di had a good habit of going to bed on time, so he only slept in the first half of the night. Before eleven o'clock, his condition declined, and Clarice offered to let him rest.

The Crescent Club's residence is not luxurious. It looks like a dusty building with four floors and an attic.

The interior decoration is very simple and elegant. The first to third floors are where trivial matters are handled during the day. According to the introduction of the Crescent Witch, most of the affairs of the entire country are handled by the Crescent Society, and maintaining law and order is only part of it, so during the day it is It will be very lively on the third floor.

Xidi thinks she is a very honest person.

Because she set up her home directly on the fourth floor of the office.

There is an indescribable feeling of weirdness, but it is conceivable that Clarice should be very respected and loved in this country.

"This was my previous residence, but the sun was annoying when sleeping during the day, so I changed rooms."

Clarice put down the scythe, picked up the bedding that still smelled like sunshine, and quickly finished spreading it without waiting for Hiddie's help. It was as easy for her to control as pouring a cup of tea.

"You... are a strange person." Xidi ventured to say something.

"Oh? What should I say?" She was looking forward to getting different comments.

"You are obviously the leader of the association, but you are very straightforward in doing these things, and you have a good personality. There should not be many people who hate you in the world."

Such normal people are so rare in the circle of witches, which is sad.

"No, there are quite a few, it's just that they are not here. As the leader, he naturally has to bear the most responsibilities and put in more efforts, at least in my era."

The witch of the new moon smiled, still looking frank and energetic.

She looked like she was only in her early 20s, but when she recalled it, she had a sense of trance that only an elderly person has.

"Okay, I'm going to continue working. Can you cook? If not, please wait until I wake up for lunch."

"I have some experience in this area."

"Oh, good girl, I'm looking forward to it."

"Well, I'm male."

Xidi felt that she was a little too enthusiastic. He was worried that if she continued like this, it was not impossible for her to send out an invitation to bathe together in the middle of the night. The friendship between girls always puzzled him. Like Shaye and Irena, they got together not long after they met. Went to the bathhouse.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, that's easy to say. I know, I can tell the skeletons of women and men at a glance," she poked her face, "It's just that witches nowadays rarely study things in life, I miss it a bit. .”

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Daytime in Helvey is normal, no different from other countries.

This room is filled with the smell of sunshine. I slept well last night, except for the vague sounds of some manic bumps, which I guessed were the deceased passing by.

Xidi opened the window. The room faced south, and the light had been very bright since early morning. At this time, the sun as bright as pickled egg yolk had risen in the sky, and residents and stalls set up on the street could be seen.

It may be that he came into contact with the deceased last night, and he is now a little depressed. Clarisse said last night that if this happens, just bask in the sun for a while.

He looked outside and prepared to be in a daze for a while, like a little raccoon who got up early.

Xidi still likes to bask in the sun.

After a moment of confusion, he forgot about the wand in his hand and slid it down his fingers.

Immediately waking up, Xi Di instantly summoned another wand and was about to pull it back, when a bright silver color appeared in her field of vision.

Clarisse covered her hair and came up, but she was the first to ask with concern, "Are you okay? You look not in good spirits. The wand is as precious as life. Here, here it is, it's very beautiful."

After all, the wand is still a fragile thing and can easily break. If the wand given to him by Teacher Fran is even slightly touched, he will feel distressed for a long time.

Different from the previous wand, this one has been carefully cared for during use. There are no traces and it is as new as ever. Only a few gems embedded in it have been infected by magic over a long period of time, and the inside is like a rotating galaxy.

The only pity is that there are dense cracks faintly visible on the gemstone, which were caused by overloading several times while fighting dangerous monsters. The fine cracks are in a very regular radial shape, giving it a sense of danger, but it does not damage the beauty of the wand.

As Clarisse said, a beautiful wand.

This was regarded as a compliment to Teacher Fran, and she was even happier than being praised herself. Xidi bowed down to express her gratitude sincerely.

"Thank you very much, your head?"

"It hurts a bit..." She narrowed her beautiful golden eyes and smiled again, "Just kidding, if I could have been hit by this, I should have been engraved on the monument. I met a big guy yesterday and got hit. Just get some sleep, and if you feel embarrassed, how about helping out for a few more days?"

"No problem, I'm on vacation."

Xidi thought about the difficult potion production commission and had some ideas.

"This place seems to have a long history. Is there a library?"

In a country with a long history, there are always places that are missing, especially places that are not visible to the eyes of the Association.

"We don't have that kind of thing, but if you want to read, I have a lot here." She knocked on the window frame, "Can you let me in? Floating outside like this is like striking up a conversation."

"Ah, please come in."

She rolled in with a purr, put away her simple broom, and took a deep breath.

"Hmm, it's so sweet. What kind of snack is it..."

Clarice immediately remembered that this was the smell of her new friend in front of her, and rubbed her face.

"Ahaha, I'm rude."

This topic was obviously not suitable to continue. Xi Di looked at her pajamas and put on her robe. "You go and tidy up first. Where is the kitchen? I will tidy up and make breakfast."

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

She opened the door and walked out, covering her hair.

In the gaps of the silver hair, strands of dark red surged into bright red.

It seems that the situation is not as good as she said.

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