Candy Wizard and Travel

"After all, she is Lady Clarisse."

He said it in a matter-of-fact tone, and then he remembered that Clarice had held a funeral yesterday, his expression became solemn, and he explained the matter to Hidi.

"... In past reincarnations, Clarisse-sama would not regain her memory until she was two or three years old. In order to avoid uncertain risks, adults would usually return when she was five years old and able to use magic. You will have to wait about five years. Six years.”

"I'm not..."

Xi Di wanted to explain, but finally shook her head.

"What a pity."

"Yeah, that's a shame."

The relationship between Xidi and the people in the Crescent Society is pretty good. They are like comrades-in-arms. They are on the front line against the dead. Whoever kills the dead is one of their own. The recent shell magic has greatly reduced the difficulty of performing tasks. risk.

Within the Crescent Society, his reputation is second only to Clarice, but it has not yet spread to the general public.

Shaking her head, Xidi explained her purpose.

"I want to find Clarice's mother. I have some things to give to her, and some research on soul magic. I will send you a letter in the future... Please continue to protect this country."

"That's our responsibility."

During those nights of Clarisse's reincarnation, they used their flesh and blood to resist the dead. Everyone who joined the Crescent Society had a similar realization.

……

The passing of a person is not just the passing of a person.

Clarice's mother became much more haggard during this period, and seemed to have returned to the way she was when they first met.

The first time she saw Xidi, she hesitated for a moment, then covered her face and started to cry, making it impossible to say anything she wanted to say.

She knew that Clarice would never come back.

This is what Clarisse said before leaving: If she didn't call her mother when she walked in, she wouldn't be the one coming back.

Hidi walked into the house, where there were still traces of Clarice's life. Her black dress was hanging in the yard, bandages were scattered in the room, and there were some broken snacks on the table that Clarice had brought to him. past type.

The blue-haired woman cried for a long time.

"I'm sorry, she must have done a lot of excessive things to you, right? I'm sorry..."

"She has already apologized, and I... forgive her." Xi Di whispered, untying the cloth strips wrapped around the sickle.

The scythe is a symbol of Clarice, and of course he would not stick it on the grave.

"She didn't have much left, and I thought about bringing this back."

"Please take it away," the woman said in a dazed tone, "This is something that belongs to Crescent Society President Clarice, not my daughter Clarice."

Xidi felt an unspeakable annoyance.

They are obviously family members who have just opened their hearts to each other, and they are obviously interesting friends they have met while traveling...

What is the source of all this?Is it Clarice's twisted obsession, or the endless stream of dead people?

Hidi failed to think about all this rationally. He still harbored a disdainful hatred and regret for Clarice. He hated the other person's choice, but regretted her passing. The two feelings were intertwined, and during this period of time, His unstable mental state made him feel uncomfortable and depressed.

He thought, on that day, if it hadn't been for the gray mist of the wandering dead, would Clarice have been able to stay awake for a long time?Maybe if everything is solved while they are alive, they will still be very good friends.

It is said in the Eastern books that Xiangshi died at the beginning, and who knows whether he will be true or false in his lifetime.

If she dies at the right time, she will be perfect.

Xidi’s understanding is that if there is no test, people will not know their own nature. For others and for themselves, that is also a good thing, right?

Clarice...

The blue-haired woman said that Xi Di couldn't keep this scythe, otherwise it would make her feel sad every time she saw it.

"Then I will take her away. Also, she said..." Xi Di hesitated, "She said she loves you, please forgive her for breaking the promise."

The woman's tears burst out again.

"I...I...I don't forgive! I can't accept it! Absolutely! I have resented her for so many days in the past, why now...why..."

When a mother finds her daughter, and when a daughter returns to her mother, the two are separated again, this time at a distance that transcends all physical distances in the world.

Xidi didn't know what to say, she just pressed the sickle, as silent as a piece of wood.

……

He stayed in surrounding hotels and stayed in the country for three days until Clarice's mother returned to a relatively normal self, during which time he spent the first half of the night fighting with the Crescent Society, capturing the dead for experiments, and somewhat derivative The soul magic has also been sorted out and is waiting to be simplified and sent to the Crescent Society.

Hidi came to Clarice's house this morning.

The blue-haired woman was waiting there.

In fact, Xidi wanted to persuade her to leave this country. After losing the only familiar person, this country became a completely strange place to her.

But it is difficult. It is easy to leave the land of the living, and when relatives are buried in the land, people have taken root.

Instead, she raised a difficult question first.

"Can I learn magic?"

Xi Di hesitated and handed over his wand.

"You can give it a try."

The magic wand lit up. This time, Hidi didn't have the surprise she had when she saw Ailijie.

"I want to be a member of Xinhuiyue," she said. "I probably don't have the ability to fight. After all, I am weak and timid, but I can also be used as a support person, right?"

Xi Di didn't know how to answer.

She continued.

"I want to watch this country, the country that my husband loves, the country that my daughter loves..."

With a strange chill in his heart, Xi Di held the scythe in his arms. He knew that there was no way to stop the actions of the person in front of him. She would definitely go to the Crescent Society and learn magic from other magicians.

He just lowered his head and stared at the crescent-shaped sickle blade of the sickle, "Miss Clarisse must hope that you can spend your life safely."

"maybe."

……

When he walked out of Helvey, Xi Di felt as if a century had passed. He turned back and looked at the city wall at noon. For a moment, it seemed to turn into the color of dusk, or it seemed to be just an illusion in his eyes.

"The dead...I will bury them completely."

If anyone from Helvi passed by, they would probably marvel at his golden eyes - so similar to their beloved leader.

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Part of the romance of traveling is meeting different people and scenery, and the former is usually more impressive and unforgettable.

……

"It's been more than half a year since I last saw my senior brother..."

Irena could not help but sigh as she walked in a strange country and recalled familiar people.

The moisture he exhaled turned into a puff of white smoke, blurring his vision again.

"so cold."

There was mist floating on the street, and the chill of winter morning clearly showed its presence. The gray-haired traveler shivered with cold, and tightened the plaid scarf around her neck - well, it was given to her by her senior brother when she was in Roberta. That one.

She has been feeling pretty good recently, and her life is okay. She is not running around for money like she did in the winter of previous years.

Conscience is the foundation of life. Once you lose your conscience... you will make more money.

After leaving the supervision of her senior brother, Irena quickly relapsed and returned to her old business. She soon obtained rewards from enthusiastic people that could lead to a good winter.

Well, at first, I helped a group of forest goblins build a house for pigs, and made the suggestion that "wooden houses are so easy to collapse, why not replace them with bricks and tiles?" With excellent eloquence and wisdom, I successfully sneaked into the forest. Within the goblins, you can get real money from them by pointing out and making reports every day.

Fairies are too easy to deceive, right?

It's a pity that I was interrupted by a princess who hated marrying. Then various things happened, and I blackmailed her... No, I gave her a huge sum of money. Compared with it, I got it from messing around with fairies before. It's all pocket money.

(For related information, you can search for the special bonus CD of the eighth volume of the Witch's Journey in AB, and read the play "The Princess and the Witch and the Poisoned Apple". Although there is no animation, it is good to listen to it. The text version is included in the fifteenth volume of the novel "Magic Mirror" Magic Mirror》)

Well, that's it. Miss Irena is now rich again, so congratulations.

Because of the existence of retroactive magic, after adulthood...or earlier, well, after the age of 14, until now, most of the clothes do not need to be replaced. This is something that makes Miss Irena, who is inclined towards energy conservation, Things that don't make you happy.

But for a girl, there is no need to buy clothes if they are wearable. Her beauty-loving nature still allows her to change them every season. However, girls who are nostalgic often throw new clothes into the storage magic after wearing them a few times. So many outfits.

She finds old clothes more comfortable to wear.

Something has been a little different recently.

The upper body is a navy blue coat. In pursuit of beauty, the front is not buttoned, and the off-white wool sweater is exposed. It just gives the scarf space to work, and it is not so stuffy. It brings a bit of winter warmth to people. .

Then the red and black plaid skirt and black velvet pantyhose make people wake up immediately. Wearing this in winter is really about style rather than warmth. Girls are really magical creatures.

The sound of the hard-soled Martin boots on the floor was particularly clear, as if they had been frozen.

Irena pressed her hat and regretted her early behavior. In this kind of weather, she should sleep until midnight instead of walking on the road and blowing in the wind.

Fortunately, as a witch, you always have room to spare. If you are about to get too much, just use magic to warm yourself up.

"Jingle Bell--"

Amidst the sound of wind chimes, she raised her hat and saw an old coffee shop with a sign swaying in the mist.

She quickly opened the door and walked in.

"Welcome, little girl."

Sitting at the front desk was a fat middle-aged woman with a friendly and lively tone, but the name she addressed was too young. Miss Irena, who was not very generous, called her Fat Aunt in her heart very impolitely.

The geographical climate determines the type of diet. Based on her dinner yesterday, her sugar intake was about 0.125 seniors. It can be inferred that in this cold place, this kind of body type is not uncommon.

"Oh, it's Miss Witch again, you're so lucky," she stood up, "Would you like something to drink? In this weather, I recommend a hot syrup-covered cookie, paired with a sweet and sour drink, it will be a great start all day long. Be happy!"

"Well, please give me a regular latte and a toasted muffin."

Irena had no desire to try.

"Ok."

But the fat aunt didn't care. As the saying goes, she has a fat body and a broad heart, and she is passionate about her work. She walked to the kitchen. After a while, the aroma of coffee wafted inside, and then was overshadowed by the sweet aroma of baked goods.

Irena, who had not yet warmed up, did not sit down, but walked back and forth in front of the counter, tapping her feet lightly.

This level of coldness is still within the bearable range. Irena still remembers the words of her teacher and senior brother. As a magician, you can use magic to make life more convenient, but you cannot completely live in the world of magic - although the former's actions are nothing. That’s the power of persuasion.

She also liked the feeling of slowly warming up like this.

We didn't wait too long, the semi-finished product was being processed quite quickly. The store manager came over with a tray with two plates and two drinks on it.

"This is mine. Hey, it's yours. Please enjoy it slowly. I'm still confident in my craftsmanship."

The kind fat woman brought down a plate of something similar to pancakes drizzled with a sticky substance, which should be the one she just mentioned. She started eating it directly in front of the guests without any scruples, showing her magnanimity.

Cut it open with a knife and fork, and the crust under the syrup is peeled away, revealing a thick filling that seems to be composed of nuts, cream, and chocolate. There are also some raspberries sprinkled on top when it comes out of the pan.

In the field of heat, this is the level of ancient siege magic. It can almost compete with senior brothers!

Irena shuddered and didn't dare to look more, for fear that she would be full after just one more look.

The sticky sweet aroma went straight into her throat. Irena picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was too sweet, but it was also much better than the air around her. This made her sober up.

You can tell me about this store next time you see me.

This is probably a shop that locals like more. Outsiders wouldn't be stupid enough to order something with a name that sounds scary, right?

Thinking about it, Irena wanted to find a place a little further away, away from the smell of the kitchen.

Turning around the concave corner, she saw another table of customers.

"It's so sweet...I think my brother will like it very much."

"It's too early for me."

——Idiots, two idiots.

Cough, sorry.

A normal person might feel guilty, but Irena didn't feel anything at all. She sat on the other side with a calm expression and glanced over there.

They were two young girls with beautiful blue and purple hair. They had good posture and temperament. From her point of view, they were just a little bit worse than her...