Candy Wizard and Travel

Xidi has become more and more understanding of the teacher's mood recently. High attack and low defense...

He desperately needs a topic to divert his attention, and the good news is that he has just that.

"Irena, do you know where your hair has gone? I can help you pick it up within a week."

"No way, that damn guy said he sold it, and it has already been transferred to black market merchants twice. It must have been treated with magic potions. I tried using divination magic, but no traces were found."

Irena was not angry, but pretended to be angry, gently kicked away the stones under her feet, came over angrily, and rested her head on Xi Di's legs.

"I met Ms. Sheila from the association before. She said that normal tracing would take a long time, and she could only show it when she got it back. Oh, did I tell you? That one looked a little bad and lazy, but In fact, people are quite good, but it’s a pity that they have a terrible master and someone who doesn’t know whether he is a senior or a junior sister. Both of them are lazy guys...it’s the senior who is the best.”

She shook her head. For her, the meatiness was just right. Fran was tall, so she kept urging Xi Di to eat more. Her legs were fleshy and comfortable to rest on.

Xidi cooled down, her expression a little weird.

Depending on the distance of the situation, he would start by talking about the first topic.

"Well, Irena, I have two things to tell you. The first is that if the person you are talking about looks like this," Xidinian wrote out a photo of his uncle and handed it over, "he does not have the same name. If you are anyone else, then she is your uncle."

"Is it this person... ha, senior uncle?" Irena rubbed her senior brother's thigh for a moment.

Xidi fixed her head with both hands to stop her from moving. It was very itchy.

"Yeah, she is Teacher Fran's junior sister, so what you just said... cough."

"Ah haha, just kidding, don't let the teacher hear this." Irena felt that she needed some time to accept it. The most certain fact was that she just scolded her teacher in front of her senior brother.

It's rude to scold a father when he's a son... right?

Xi Di forced a smile. Irena often said that Teacher Fran was lazy. Compared with the teacher, he was more worried about Irena saying this in front of Aunt Victoria when she went back.

The probability of Fran and Sheila being called over and beaten was [-]/[-], and there was a small chance that both of them would be beaten together.

Anyway, we can't continue talking.

"And then the second thing."

Xidi took out a beautifully decorated box, and it was his turn to feel cramped.

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"Ah? Is this for me?" Irena sat up and took the gift box in surprise, then felt a little embarrassed, "I didn't prepare it for senior brother."

"I said this a long time ago, but -"

Opening the gift box, there was a petite doll inside, and its delicate scent came to my face. These are not important, the important thing is...

Irena picked up the doll and held it in front of her face, stroking the gray hair with a suspicious expression.

"Is that my imagination? This one looks like me?"

"Well, judging from the time, if Dorothy doesn't happen to have a girl with the same hair color and hair texture as you..."

The two looked at each other in silence, one red and one blue.

Until Xidi looked away first.

Irena looked at the doll and carefully played with her hair.

"Is it too late to pull it out now?"

"No, it has already been treated with magic potions," Xidi shook his head, "The effect of using magic to interfere is very small. Sure enough, we should study the magic potions for hair growth... This doll will be uncomfortable to look at. Wouldn’t it be better if you put it away?”

This gift seems to have been given a little hastily.

"No, this is the first time that senior brother has given me a gift." Irena hugged the doll tightly, stroked her short hair with one hand, and showed an indifferent smile, "The hair will always grow back. In fact, these two I've been mentally prepared for the whole day, but the first gift has a special meaning."

Xidi was just confused that she had given small things like scarves before. As if she knew what her slow brother was thinking, Irena raised her fingers and put them in front of his lips.

"I mean, after this-"

Nails lightly scratched the skin.

This action was somewhat ambiguous, but it was also very straightforward for Xi Di to understand what she was talking about.

Irena sat over and leaned on Xi Di's shoulder. This action was closer to a couple than it seemed just now. She was playing with the doll with gray hair and blue eyes. If she was a child, there would be such a beautiful doll. The little guy, she will definitely fall in love with it.

Of course it is now.

"Like our daughter..."

She pondered for a while and then said these words unexpectedly.

"what?"

Xidi was frightened.

"It's a part of two of us - my senior brother's hard work and my hair. What a beautiful little guy."

Phew, that’s what I was talking about.

It’s not uncommon for puppet makers to treat their dolls as their children. Half of the dolls in Master Mal’s shop call her mother. By the way, there are still a few of the dolls he helped make. , so it is logical that those dolls would probably call him father when they spoke.

"Does she have a name?" Irena asked.

"I haven't had time to get up yet."

“Shouldn’t the name be thought of before production?”

"Because there will be various problems during production," Xidi shook her head, "Even the best puppet master cannot guarantee that every aspect of production is as expected. The finished product will be different from what was imagined, so it is necessary to Names will be considered, blessed and acknowledged after everything is taken care of.”

"It sounds a little cruel."

"Many things become cruel when understood through human concepts."

Irena rolled her eyes at her senior brother, a girl said this at a time like this and asked you to explain it seriously?She wanted to discuss the name with her senior brother.

"Senior brother, what do you think is better to be called?"

"I'm not very good at naming names," Xi Di pondered, looking at the doll's slightly darker gray after treatment, and suggested, "This hair looks like flowing mercury, why not call it -"

"How can any girl get involved with something like that?" Irena waved her hand to reject it.

"Then Iluli..."

"It sounds so cold, no."

"How about the common name Ella?"

"Why do I feel like I won't live long?"

Xidi's eyes happened to catch a glimpse of the purple flower that she always wore on her chest. It was also traditional to name girls after flowers and their language.

"How about lavender? Ravenda?"

"It doesn't feel relevant... How about being more careful about the name."

"..."

Xidi stopped talking, reached out and grabbed the junior sister's face and started pinching it.

"Hahaha, it's so itchy, senior brother..."

In the end, after a non-serious discussion, the doll was named Minova. In order to commemorate or reflect on the hair that was stolen due to negligence, the name means victory that will never fail.

Xidi doesn't think such a complicated and cautious naming is necessary. For most puppet masters, their works are a continuation of their hard work and inherit their true heart and spirit. After they get married, they may not have the option to name their children. Name your work carefully.

Of course, Irena didn't mean that. She just loved the precious gift given by her senior brother and remembered her lost hair.

When she had short hair, Xidi had never seen her, but this time it was made up for. From now until the time when she has long hair, no one who cares about her will be absent. This doll means a new starting point and is an important testimony. By.

Her hair will slowly return to its previous appearance, but the relationship with the person she cares about will gradually deepen, as if she is entangled in those hair.

The child witnessed the integrity of the family, and Minova seemed to her to have that meaning. But at this moment, Irena didn't understand the complicated emotions. She just felt very happy. She gently touched the doll and traced her eyebrows. .

——Then Xidi gave him a half-hour tutorial on how to maintain the dolls.

……

"Okay, senior brother, let's stop here." Irena made a pause gesture and rubbed her head, "I need some time to accept it, and I don't have a senior brother."

"It's not a good habit to rely on others."

"Senior brother, is he an outsider?" She came closer, her blue eyes narrowed, with a bit of Victoria's pressure.

Xidi paid a kiss as an apology for her gaffe.

He would never tell Teacher Fran that it was not good to rely too much on him. Asking the teacher to be more diligent was also out of health considerations.

It is a lucky thing to have someone to rely on. Although she often encounters various small-probability incidents during her travels, Xidi still feels that she is a lucky person. She has always had people she can rely on since she was a child.

Speaking of this-

"Now that you've come to Dorothy, let me take you to meet my master. Her name is Mal, and she is an excellent puppet master, although sometimes... well, most of the time it's a bit weird..."

Seeing Irena getting closer and closer, maybe it was because she had been sitting for a long time and the sun was rising, which made her a little hot. Xi Di felt that her face was burning a little, as if she was changing the subject.

Irena also wanted to do some small tricks. For lovers who have just established a relationship, the time together always feels not enough, and they can't wait to stay together all day long.

But meeting her master is also a serious matter. Based on her understanding of her senior brother, it can be said that serving her master is like serving her father. Rounding it all off, this is...

Meet the parents!

The dull hair on her head suddenly became straight.

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Although the future "mother-in-law" is indeed a little abnormal, judging from the last meeting, Irena thinks she is quite normal, unlike those who exercised their muscles and forgot about their sisters during the trip, and the gambling father cheated the gambling son. , I like girls to go to archeology...

Compared with those monsters and ghosts, it's normal to like to have intense ups and downs of emotions, and it's understandable if you occasionally talk to dolls or something like that.

A witch should always look a little abnormal. If she is too normal, she may seem out of place. Irena flipped through her memories. Apart from her senior brother and herself, Irena found that the most normal witch she had ever seen was the purple passerby Ace whom she met by chance. Dai'er is incredibly innocent. Without the help of friends, she would never be able to catch up with her lover.

I wanted to use magic potion at first...

Ahahaha, Irena quickly put aside those strange thoughts and seriously thought about the strategy to face Mal later.

"As for senior brother's master, I met him last time," Irena scratched her cheek. "When I was dealing with some trivial matters with Miss Sheila, I visited him at home. He is indeed a... very energetic person."

In other words, too much energy.

"This one……"

Xidi has never been good at words, unlike his junior sister who has the eloquence to easily deceive.

"In short, apart from being overly serious about the puppets, Master usually behaves casually and there is nothing that requires special attention."

She couldn't think of what she needed to explain. The traveler and the disciple had a relationship. The little surprise brought about by such a coincidence could be regarded as a "good snack" for her.

According to Xidi, to this day, Mal still has the habit of regularly going to the witch examination room to observe the candidates. She will definitely go to any wedding. If there is a quarrel on the road, she will happily watch. The bottom line is that she will not go to the funeral.

Master claimed that sadness was the worst emotion, especially those that were too heavy to flow, and would make her feel like indigestion and vomiting.

But there should be no need to tell Irena about this. This time we only met once, and the possibility of seeing her again during future trips is very small. The next time we see her again, it might be a wedding.

Well, that's assuming that Victorique and Vestia didn't find an opportunity to hang him up at that time.

Irena was a little shy. She stood up and looked at her clothes, a simple robe and hat. She felt a little rude, so she patted the corner of her clothes.

"Is that all right?"

"Don't worry, Master will like you."

Mal would be happy to see anyone who was not good at hiding their emotions.

"Hope it..."

With a little anxiety and more expectations, Irena followed her senior brother to the place where he used to live.

……

As time goes by, the atmosphere of this room has dissipated a lot. No matter how diligently it is maintained, there is still a sense of depression unique to a house that is not permanently occupied.

Mal was lying on her disciple's bed. This was a daily habit. The exquisite magic controlled the chanting photos to float in the air. It had been nearly 11 years since she first saw her when she was nine years old.

A considerable portion of the photos are from childhood. The number decreases sharply after the age of 16, but they still have considerable weight. These photos almost cover the entire ceiling.

There are other things. The dolls made over the years, which cannot be placed downstairs, are all in this room. She can still hear the voices of those little guys. Some people think that she is brainy and sick, and some are worried about her mental state. , and others who, like her, hope to see someone soon.

Well, I’ll just take the first batch and give them away when I have the opportunity.

In this way, she will have a peaceful time before starting her daily work.

It sounds strange, and it is indeed strange, but for Mal, this is a necessary behavior to maintain her mental state. If it were not for the child... it is difficult to imagine what she would do to pursue fun.