Candy Wizard and Travel

Xidi took it with both hands, a little at a loss.

"Put it down first and listen to me," she smiled lightly and continued, "My original mother was just an ordinary person. Well, there were not many magicians in Helvey at that time.

After she became pregnant, that is, after she had me, in order to bear the new expenses, my father increased his work intensity...and later died due to some accidents, which is not mentioned in the book.

She was a gentle person who would tell me stories and teach me some little magic tricks that people around her thought were scary. She also liked to sit quietly and help me comb my hair. That period of her life was so quiet that I can no longer recall it. I only remember the last thing..."

One day, her "father" came back.

The strange man knocked on the door, but my mother didn't even confirm. She hugged him in surprise and told her, this is your father.

As if she was extremely excited, my mother's body trembled and convulsed, and finally bright red liquid overflowed from her mouth and nose, which turned dark red in a short time.

Finally, he fell to the ground, motionless.

What happened next is as everyone knows, the young girl vowed to bury all the dead, and she still carries that heavy oath to this day.

"There are many things that residents don't know. For example... I met her during a job."

After a pause, Xidi used magic to heat the water, made a cup of black tea and handed it over without saying a word.

How would she feel when her relatives buried in the soil appeared in front of her again?

"She recognized me and called my name, just like when 'father' called her in front of the door. I didn't answer. She continued to talk about trivial things, and finally said loudly, 'If it weren't for you, it would be impossible.' Words like 'Okay', 'He won't die, we live happily'."

Xidi felt unspeakably heavy. He suddenly thought of Nino. Even when her biological mother wanted to sell her, she was still attached to that woman. In a normal family relationship, how would a daughter feel when her mother said this? ?

"I didn't care and cut her head off, just like I did this morning."

Clarice's expression was flat.

"The dead will retain the most profound memories of their lives, the drowned will pull at things around them desperately, the hanged will long for air, the cut in half will seek for missing limbs... But do normal people usually think and do that? Even if It’s me, but sometimes I think that this country should just perish, and I really want to spend the rest of my life alone, but there’s no way around it.

I know the characteristics of the dead, so I only feel sorry. There are so many beautiful moments in life, but the dead only retain the worst part. It's really a pity. "

It is indeed something that makes people feel regretful. The dead, even if they have the appearance of life, are just fragments, reverberations, and obsessions before death.

"Since then, I have loved my current life even more. I want to build relationships with more people, but in the end I found that everyone is looking up to me." She came over and gently grabbed Xi Di's hand. Her palms were covered with fine calluses that had been held for years, and her fingers were slender and soft. "That's why I like you and my current mother very much."

The distance is a little closer.

The "intimacy calculator" in my heart started to click again, calculating the contact during this period.

Living together, having meals together, having common topics, knowing relatives... are judged to have met the criteria of friends, and there seems to be no problem shaking hands between friends.

Hidi thought so.

He barely understood what Clarice meant. She wanted to have a good relationship with her current mother, she longed for family affection, and wanted to be treated like a daughter.

He remembered what the blue-haired mother had said to him a few days ago.

It's not good to talk too much about other people's family affairs, but now...

He hesitated and spoke.

Clarice's expression went from surprise, to softness, to a look of surprise that made her want to cry.

"Thank you," she hugged, "my friend."

Xidi is not very good at dealing with such physical contact.

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"This country is disgusting."

That day, the blue-haired woman said this.

"That woman is also disgusting. She came out of my belly, but she looks like a stranger. She looks different every day. I can't forgive her."

Sure enough, the relationship between mother and daughter is very bad.

"but--"

She started to cry, tears falling down, and she seemed to be laughing. As she claimed, she was very mentally unstable.

"Obviously there is someone else inside, but she smiles like a young girl, as if she is really my daughter. Whenever I see her smile, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart."

As the days passed, after her lover left, the strangeness of this country hit her like a tide. She walked on the streets trying to find new relationships, but she always received inexplicable adoration and nosy care.

Until a stranger in her daughter's guise returns home.

Only then did she realize that it was the thing she was most familiar with, and she didn't hate everything now.

"On my birthday, that woman... no, that child, would buy flowers. Flowers are my lover's favorite thing, so I also like them very much. When I asked, she said they were from my lover's friends. I learned there..."

Looking back on the past, there are so many comforting things.

"When I was bored at home, she would buy some popular literary books from other countries to relieve my boredom. I don't often cook, but when I went to the kitchen on a whim, the child would be waiting to help me. , the food she cooks is obviously much more delicious than mine...

Just these little things are enough to make me happy. I am probably a fool... I discovered that there are many annoying things in life, but small happiness is also hidden in the gaps.To this country, I am a stranger, and to her, the people who were with me at first have all disappeared. Isn’t she the stranger who is most familiar with this country?Here, it is clear that I am the only one who can understand her. "

The days are long and short, and it seems that you can hear the crazy roar of the gears when it is running. This mother lives in such days.

And recently, the sound slowly disappeared.

It was difficult for Xi Di to understand such heavy and delicate feelings, but he understood that in fact, this mother did not hate her daughter.

"I have been refusing so far, but after you came, I thought that the food every day would be acceptable if it were not her. Can you tell me next time she cooks? I pretended not to know how to eat it. Is that possible?"

"If you eat it, she will probably feel happy." Xi Di said.

"That's fine, please." She picked up the food and returned to her room briskly.

……

Clarice cooked dinner, and the food left over from the past two days was eaten up.

She always thought it was because her mother, who was born outside, could chat with Xidi. She thought it was the food made by Xidi, so she didn't refuse.

"Are you in a better mood?"

"Ah."

Clarice patted the traveler in her arms on the back.

"Thank you, I feel better than ever."

For Xidi, interpersonal communication is a very wonderful thing. To him, it is very complicated and very simple. People who want to have a good relationship can quickly do so, but looking at the people around them, they feel awkward. Round and round.

Just say what you want to say, pass on what you want to convey, and understand each other's feelings, wouldn't it be good?

During his travels, he met two men and women who clearly cared about each other. However, they had not been able to tell each other for several years. When the woman was about to go on a blind date, the man took out all his savings and commissioned Xidi to destroy the carriage the visitor was riding in. It took three days.

It's really strange, even though you have such a long time, you still have to rush to the last minute. What would this guy do if he didn't pass by?

Today, he passed on the feelings of a mother to her daughter, wondering if this was a good thing.

……

After dinner, preparations were made to clean up the dead.

For the first time, Clarice said, "I'm leaving" as the door closed, although no one responded with "Bon voyage."

There's not much to say about the battle after dusk.

She had indeed calmed down from the grief of losing her colleagues, and maintained her usual efficiency in cleaning up the dead, without getting excited due to the influence of emotions.

Only the dead, when dealing with them, her mood was like ice, capable of swallowing up any heat.

Before setting off, she cooked a table of food as usual, leaving her mother's portion behind and did not do anything extra.

She and her mother have their own lifestyles and need to accept each other bit by bit. The previous years have just been the most difficult part, and the days to come will get better and better.

Family, friendship.

Clarisse stared at the white-haired traveler traveling with her.

Like the legendary bird that brings happiness, it is really magical.

He is still studying the soul. If there is progress, will the cleanup process be faster...

No, can't think about that.

Re-strengthen your will.

There can be no expectations, no fantasies, and no relaxation.

This is a doctrine she has adhered to for 300 years.

"what happened?"

Xidi still noticed her expression.

"It just feels so peaceful. There are no undead souls on the streets. It's so different from the past."

"Ah, maybe the cleaning up in the past few days has taken effect. You seem to be in a good mood."

"Of course. You have been working so hard to help during this time, so I have to work harder."

Clarice smiled, holding the scythe in her arms and gently stroking the blade.

That's right, everything she has done so far is not in vain, and it will be in the future as well. As long as she doesn't stop, the road will continue to extend.

Helvey will definitely have a new life.

……

She was extra active tonight.

My body is very light, and this is the first time I fight with such a mood.

The sound of the sickle dancing in the wind was like a harmony, matching the dancing footsteps, stepping through the misty fog one after another.

Xidi couldn't help but sigh, she was indeed an elegant and charming woman. Her sharp movements and jumping figure made even him feel excited.

It's a pity that if you think about it, he doesn't even have the strength to swing the scythe normally. As a magician, you need to know one thing: looking and doing are two different things.

"Ugh...I should go back."

The moon was high in the sky, Xidi shook her head, and her stable biological clock sent an early warning.

He could stay up late, but not when necessary. The intensity in the second half of the night was not high. The Crescent Society cadres also needed a certain amount of battle experience, so Clarice could spare time to guide them.

"I'll leave tomorrow's breakfast to you."

"Ah."

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Except for the dead, no one will stay where they are without growth.

When I was young, I had to repeatedly calculate additions and subtractions with a piece of paper in my fingers, which was extremely painful and cumbersome.

It's different when you become an adult. You can just click on a calculator and it will come out.

Learn the tools, understand the tools, and master the tools.

In terms of the amount of knowledge alone, some... well, most of the fighting witches have their peak knowledge during the magic exam, but the standard for measuring wisdom is not only knowledge but also understanding. If nothing unexpected happens, adulthood Human understanding is always better than that of children.

There are different standards for different people, at least, that's what Xidi thinks.

He is certainly wiser now than when he was ten years old. He has several times the amount of knowledge, a fully developed mind and rich experience, making him even more handy in research.

As for the rules of the association...if you don't get caught, you don't commit a crime.

The soul realm is one of the ultimate forms of magic. It is completely unrealistic to say that no one is studying it. Although magicians are not as inhumane as the magician next door, their thirst for knowledge is also different from ordinary people.

The association can only guarantee that no vicious magical accidents will occur - such as the "Beloved Witch" incident that Sheila dealt with when she first took office: transferring human consciousness into the body of a bird to explore the way to immortality. She even was very "thrifty" People who have been subjected to experiments are sold on the black market, their kidneys are cut and their blood is bled, and their organs are harvested for research funding.

This kind of person deserves to die.

But Helvey's situation is still different after all. If this continues, by the year of his death, Clarice may still be here fighting the dead.

Too long, too sad.

The research on the soul is going very well.

Well, it went very well for him.

In the process of human growth, the soul is not constant, but rises and falls like mist, increasing and decreasing, and finally returns to heaven and earth.

But he is different. His body is like a flowing liquid, and the amount of evaporation every day can equal the total amount of several adults.

No need for nothing.