Candy Wizard and Travel

After living there for more than a week, Hidi discovered something so obvious that he couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to: Clarice was everywhere.

Her name hangs in the mouth of every resident, and her prestige is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people; people trust her to handle everything just like they trust their parents; all the magic used by the Crescent Moon Society to target the dead from top to bottom was developed by her...

And Clarisse looks like she is only in her early 20s, which is obviously very outrageous. Even on the day she was born, the whole Helvey was calling her name. What kind of superman does it take to achieve this level after all these years?

All kinds of confusion make people care.

Xidi previously thought it was because of the witch's beauty. Until today, she met Clarice's "mother" and learned about the 300-year history of this country from her.

……

Xidi put a little thought into lunch.

Miss Clarice seems to be in a good mood recently, because she is much more relaxed at night and seems particularly leisurely during the day. In the past two days, she would sleep until eleven or twelve in a relaxed mood.

Well, now Xidi is responsible for breakfast and lunch, and she will make extra rich food for dinner. Of course, you have to eat well before going to the battlefield.

When cooking every day, I still habitually give out a portion, but most of the time, it is left there unchanged. Some of the materials in the storage room will disappear. It seems that the person made it himself.

He, as an outsider, certainly had no right to intervene in other people's household affairs, and neither of them would mention it.

until today.

The door opens.

Xi Di did not look back and greeted casually, "Miss Clarisse, it's very early today. For lunch..."

"I remember she called you...Xidi, right? It's our first time meeting you. Hello."

The voice is somewhat similar to Clarice's, but it has a tired and heavy feel, making it appear more mature.

It was hard to imagine that the moon-like witch would be so dim, so Hidi was stunned for a moment, and then guessed from the strange sense of familiarity that this was probably Clarice's mother. She had been in this country for a week, and for the first time meeting.

He wiped his hands and turned around, "Hello, I'm sorry to bother you during this time."

He only looked at it.

The woman's face was very similar to Clarisse's, except that her hair was blue and seemed to have not been taken care of for a while, making it look particularly thick and sloppy, roughly tied into a ponytail, and her golden eyes were dull.

Her daughter was barely visible.

Xidi is not very good at handling such a relationship. The last one was between Irena and Victorique. But after careful calculation, Victorique is his master, and the first line of pressure is Fran. He can be stable. Get along with each other.

So this is the first time to get along with the mother of an acquaintance - the acquaintance is not here yet.

It's a little embarrassing.

But the other person seemed to be a little stiffer than him. When he saw him preparing the food, he seemed ready to help. However, after confirming that the degree of completion seemed to be quite high, he stood there at a loss.

Xi Di coughed and said, "There is black tea and snacks on the table over there. Please wait a moment. Do you want to have lunch together? Miss Clarisse will probably wake up after sleeping for another ten minutes."

The blue-haired woman sat at the dining table, holding tea in a daze, and just drank tea quietly.

After a while, stand up.

"I'm going back."

"I'm ready for your share too."

"Actually... you don't have to do it for me." She hesitated and stopped, "I can just do it myself."

Xidi responded with common sense, "When cooking, do more things that don't get in the way. Wouldn't it be more difficult for you to do it alone?"

"It doesn't matter," she said, returning to her lifeless state, her voice steady, "After all, I don't have anything else to do."

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Clarice's mother claimed that she had serious mental problems and could not live a normal life in this country, but she was even more unwilling to leave the country that her husband loved deeply, so even though she was mentally tortured, she still chose to live in this country. .

Many nights, the manic crashing sound that Xi Di heard was caused by this lady.

She apologized for this, but when she was in a coma, she couldn't control her behavior and needed to make some noise to prove the existence of the world.

It is very puzzling. It is clear that my daughter is the king of this country - even a god-like existence. How can she be so resistant to this country?

Xidi was not used to talking too much about other people's family affairs, but this lady was completely unconcealed, as if she had found a rare opportunity to communicate, or like a traveler who has walked in the deserted wasteland for a long time and finally meets a second person.

The same kind that can communicate.

She said that the main culprit that made her become like this was her "daughter", Clarice.

……

The story is very long.

About 300 years ago, the dead appeared in this country for the first time, taking away the lives of many living people.

Many people lost their loved ones in that disaster, including a little girl named Clarice. Her mother hugged her returning father and fell into a pool of blood without making a sound.

"I want... to take revenge on the dead."

The girl who was only ten years old started learning magic like crazy.

At that time, the surrounding countries had not yet been affected by the association system. The inheritance of magicians followed the ancient apprenticeship system. Almost all the famous magicians had their own circles, forming either loose or tight associations.

It didn't take long for Clarisse to gain the recognition of her mentor, who recognized her as an independent magician and qualified to join a magic association. In today's terms, she was already a witch.

After completing her studies, she returned to the country, and at the age of ten she was on the front line fighting against the persecuted. In that turbulent era, such a firm and awe-inspiring gesture gave the people courage, and more and more people followed her. Back to the battlefield.

Because when the scythe is used, the light reflected by the blade is as bright as the crescent moon, hence the name Crescent Witch. The magic association established with her as the core is naturally called the Crescent Society.

As time passed, Clarisse fought continuously, bid farewell to her comrades one after another, and painfully faced them as the dead again on the battlefield, and was buried again.

And so on.

No one is immortal, and so is the witch. After seven or eighty years, Clarice's hair faded from silver to frosty white, and her skin wrinkled. She seemed not to notice her own aging, and still continued to fight, awe-inspiring and noble.

However, all things have an end, and in the end, she died surrounded by everyone.

But a few years later, a little girl came to the Crescent Society's headquarters and claimed that she was Clarisse, the Crescent Witch.

If it is a traditional story, it means that the new generation has inherited the courage and ideas of the old man. Just like the name of the Crescent Witch is passed down from generation to generation, this courage will continue in the country——

It's a pity, but it's not a pity, that there is no such development.

That girl is me.

She clearly remembered the past of each member, recounted the time they spent together, and understood the data in the Crescent Society's ledger. When she touched the remaining scythe, the magic developed to slaughter the dead was regenerated smoothly. shine.

There's no reason why people don't believe it.

So, at a younger age, Clarice once again took on the name of the Crescent Witch, watching the night, dying again and again, and returning again and again.

The sixth time, her biological mother was a woman with blue hair.

……

To some extent, Clarice's existence is even more shocking than Natasha's. After all, the latter is a hybrid of elves, so it is not surprising that she can live a long time. However, as a pure human, Clarice can do it again and again. Coming back from death, I don’t know whether to call it amazing or terrible.

"...About 100 years ago, the concept of the Magical Union entered this country. Clarice did not reject communication with the outside world, so she went to find witches to pass the test. At that time, a large-scale civil strife broke out in this country. There was a dispute over the Crescent Society and dealing with the dead, and some people left."

she says.

Xidi thought of the abandoned buildings on the street, most of which were from that time.

Because the story was too complicated, Xidi said nothing while thinking. The lady didn't care about it either. She sat down and drank tea, her eyes dull.

"I think it's disgusting...it's obviously my child with my face, but it's something else...like a parasite, so disgusting.

In this country, those who dared to resist have become disheartened and left here. In the end, only those yes-men are left, worshiping that guy, living like a walking zombie... It has been like this day and night. Who is the dead? "

"But...but..."

Her attitude has not changed, it is still filled with disgust and fear.

She wants to stay in this country, the country that her husband loves deeply, but the streets are full of monsters and monsters, and ghosts walk at night regardless of day or night.

terrified.

However, recently, she wanted to try something and seek advice from this stranger she met for the first time, a normal person who did not belong to this country.

Xidi felt that he was somewhat different from normal people. He was a little surprised when he heard this, but he still gave a few suggestions based on his poor experience.

"Is that so..."

Clarice's mother smiled, as if she had put down something heavy, and finally returned to her room with the plate in hand.

After some time, slowly, slowly...

……

"You seem to know about me? Who is talking too much?"

Clarisse raised her eyebrows, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her majesty always displayed inadvertently.

Xidi became even more convinced that she was really an ancient and powerful witch. No wonder she always felt familiar and kind. Thinking about it carefully, she was like Natasha, with wisdom accumulated over time.

As long as she thinks about it, she can hit it off with anyone.

The only difference is that her mentality is still very young, as if she is always running and never tired, while Natasha has stopped.

"Is it obvious?" Xidi touched her face.

Clarisse burst into laughter, her previous seriousness disappearing like soap bubbles.

"Has anyone ever said you're not good at hiding your expressions?"

"Yeah, there is."

His teacher had a "good" master, but he didn't learn anything, and he did the same. On the contrary, Irena inherited a lot. The inheritance of blood is really terrifying.

"I feel like you can see through a lot of things, but you just don't like to talk about it, right?" he sighed.

This frankness actually made Clarice feel relieved and no longer dwell on the problem just now. In fact, whoever thought about it understood it immediately. It didn't cause any bad consequences, so there was no need to deal with it.

"Hmm, we are still friends, right?" She narrowed her eyes and came closer, and it was completely impossible to tell that she was a powerful witch who was hundreds of years old.

Hidi averted her eyes.

"That's right...but I will be more cautious. If you want to lie to others, I probably won't be able to detect it."

He chose to believe that, after all, for now, Clarice had no other obsession than solving the dead. He was helping to study souls, which was the same position, and there was no need to deceive.

Hundreds of years later, Natasha is still working hard for communication between aliens. This witch must be like that.

"Yeah, we are friends."

Her attitude was very sincere, and she held Hidi's shoulders affectionately. The latter felt a little uncomfortable and moved her position slightly.

The topic passed, and in the end, neither party got the answer to the question.

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Let’s talk about the past for now.

Hidi still believes that Clarice is a witch worthy of being treated as a friend. She is passionate, beautiful, and determined. She has an attitude towards life that he lacks, and she rushes to one place as if she will never stop.

Enviable.

……

It's approaching evening again.

Clarisse cooked a sumptuous dinner, much longer than the previous days, and put part of it on a tray and set it aside for her mother.

Xi Di was silent as she thought about her last words to the lady yesterday.

"Let's work hard tonight too."

She raised her glass, the bright red liquid rippling in it.

It's grape juice. Clarice doesn't touch anything that may be addictive. She has confidence in her perseverance, but she won't test it with extra things, and she won't have a single distracting thought.

Chidi also raised the grape juice.

"come on."

……

The cleaning work went very smoothly.

Xidi was walking through the street in the middle of the night and was about to go back. A young man from the Crescent Society happened to see him and ran over to express his sincere gratitude to him.