Candy Wizard and Travel

"Don't all magicians wear the same clothes all year round? I should only have pajamas and a few casual clothes in my cabinet."

But now there are only a few heavy winter clothes in the cupboard.

Irena didn't speak, guessing that the master had put it away. Anyway, don't think too much. She fiddled with the drawers, and then looked at the books on the bookshelf, trying to analyze her brother's personality when he was a child.

Unfortunately, the current results are almost the same as now.

"Senior brother, was he so... dull when he was a child?"

These words earned Xidi a slap in the face.

"Didn't Irena also focus on magic when she was a child?"

"No way, I usually pay attention to rest."

The little girlfriend realized in time that she might not like to hear the content if it continued - such as the goal of hard work and so on.

Change the topic promptly.

"By the way, has Senior Brother's room always been left like this?"

"No, although Master is a bit lazy, he usually comes to clean up. The surroundings are very clean, and you can sleep at night if it is ventilated."

Xidi took out the bedding, and just about to use cleaning magic, he smelled it carefully, and there was still the smell of being exposed to the sun. Since it had been exposed to the sun, there must be no problem, so he laid it directly on the bed.

"Irena, do you want to eat anything for lunch?"

"Well, follow Master's taste."

"She doesn't have any special taboos. Even if she doesn't like food, she will eat eggs, celery, etc. She doesn't have anything she particularly likes -"

Seeing that the little girl was about to get half under the bed, Xidi reluctantly reached out and dragged her back by the back of her neck, then reached out and patted her clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"The story says that boys will stuff their precious things under the bed. Let's give it a try." She said bluntly.

Xidi knocked her head, "There's no such thing. Don't dig into dirty places all day long. You're so old."

It was too easy to be found hiding under the bed, so he always made a mechanism to hide behind the desk and cabinet.

"No more laundry."

After muttering a few words, Irena patted her clothes, only to find that there was really no dust at all.

——Master, you are so attentive.

she thought so.

There are only various witches' notes and magic theories on the bookshelf. Just looking at the titles of the books makes me feel like I can save a few sleeping pills. They are very boring and old-fashioned. In addition, there are some more popular books about travelers, all kinds of mess.

Irena was also at an age when she followed the stories of various travelers, but now she thinks that many of them are fabricated and lack credibility.

Finally, she moved her eyes to the last shelf. The color of this decoration did not match well with the other things in the room. It was filled with dolls.

Irena didn't dare to take a closer look at the doll Irena in the store below, but she didn't have so many scruples in her senior brother's room.

"Those are Master's works over the years, I guess. Some of them she feels are missing something are temporarily placed around. She will only put down the works she is satisfied with."

Xi Di followed and scanned the dolls.

"They are all good kids..."

"Alas--"

This tone made Irena tremble.

After staring at the shelf of dolls for so long, she could not help but have the illusion that those eyes were responding to her. Irena rubbed her skin, feeling that she was still not good at dealing with such a scene. When she was about to leave, she caught something from the corner of her eye.

"These dolls are covered in dust."

"Yes."

Xi Di raised her wand and released the cleaning magic, returning them to a tidy state. With a slight blow, Irena saw with sharp eyes something pressed under the doll.

She pointed without moving.

"Did you leave something behind?"

"Huh?" Xidi raised her hand, held up the puppet, and took off the thing.

It is a photo. In the photo, a white-haired child is wearing a formal dress, sitting next to a woman who is also wearing a formal dress, facing the direction of the camera with a shy smile. The dark circles under the woman's eyes in the photo are not as serious as they are now. Look young and radiant.

It's not outstanding in terms of level, maybe only better than a certain painter lady, but because the model is very good, the harmonious atmosphere is contagious, and everyone can see that the two people in the photo are happy.

"It's my senior brother from childhood!" Irena is looking for something like this, which symbolizes traces of the past.

The black-and-white photo looked old and slightly yellowed. It must have been properly kept before and had not been exposed to the air for a long time. The corners were flat.

"Ah," Xidi also felt nostalgic, gently brushing the face of the person in the photo, "This was taken on my tenth birthday. Counting it, it was some time before the witch exam. The master said that he wanted to commemorate the period from the age of nine to ten. Years old, Dorothy didn’t have a photo studio at that time, so the caravans passing by helped take the photos.”

He felt something was wrong.

There are only two photos of this. His own photo was included in the important first edition of "Fran's Adventures", and this one seemed to have never been taken out after getting it. How could such an important photo appear in his s room.

When it comes to details that require careful attention, he can trust Mal. She is so careful that she can notice the difference in the thickness of a hair, but she rarely uses it in other places.

"Maybe it was caught there before and dropped. I'll bring it to Master later."

Irena didn't think anything strange at first, until she threw herself on her senior brother's bed and saw the hair sticking out from between the bed. She picked it up and found a brown-gray hair.

A woman is always troubled by hair loss everywhere.

Maybe...it fell during cleaning?

After barely convincing herself, Irena still felt that the master was a bit strange, wasn't it?

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There is something I would like to point out that would be a little rude to single out:

Mal has parents.

To avoid trouble, she never introduced him to her disciples, and only mentioned it occasionally.

It's not that there's anything to write home about. Most witches' families are very similar. They are young, precocious, or have firm goals. Of course, they don't live a normal life like ordinary girls.

——Of course, there are not many people like Irena who travel far away at the age of 15. I don’t know if Victorique is too big-hearted, or she believes too much in the teachings of her disciples and disciples’ disciples.

Mal was a little older than Irena when she left home. Because she was interested in dolls, she devoted herself to studying various delicate operating techniques.

As she and Xidi once said, she passed the exam after trying a few times with the mentality of giving it a try. This is quite a bit of a show-off when people living in the palace complain that they have to run far to go to the toilet, but it is indeed true. .

There is no conflict between becoming a witch and a puppet master. She was prepared to fail and it didn't matter. It would be better if she succeeded. Her reputation as a witch reserve made her early works popular. Only if she has money can she continue to invest in puppets. Research.

The next step is to find a witch, learn some magic skills, become a magician, take an ordinary, maybe trashy witch name of "Puppet Witch", open a doll shop, and rely on interest. He kept improving day after day... and finally developed a completely extraordinary skill in the fine manipulation of magic power.

This was the first half of Mal's life.

She is only 33 years old now. Based on the average lifespan of a witch - excluding extreme cases - the first half of her life is a bit too long, but she is still willing to say so because people always like to draw boundaries for their past experiences, such as This is true for children, teenagers, and adults.

——Before meeting that child, she felt that her life was blurry, but her life after that was so clear that she could recall almost every day.

As for why she mentioned family, it was because she visited her parents some time ago.

Those two people have a rare free and easy attitude in this era. They are extremely pleased with their daughter's growth. Then they run around the world. They are even more youthful than she is at the age of 60 or [-]. If it weren't for her age, Mal's mother would be a For those who are afraid of pain, it is not impossible to practice trumpet.

In the past few years, we haven't met as many times as Xi Di, and each time they got sidetracked. There was no way to introduce them, so they have been put on hold until now.

The last time they met, her mother pulled her worriedly and whispered some female whispers, which probably meant the same thing.

"Although Mal, you are already a witch, in my mother's eyes, you are still an ordinary girl. You are in your 30s. Do you want to consider a marriage partner?"

"Mom doesn't know much about that anymore... If, if, you have someone you like, even if it's a cute girl, as long as she's polite and careful and can take good care of you, mom will accept it, right? It doesn't matter about the child, I'm just worried about you. Living alone, you will always encounter various problems as you get older.”

"Oh, I talked with old acquaintances in the neighborhood. They all praised Mal's student as a good child, and Dorothy praised her for her cleverness. Well, well, you understand, right?"

Mal had always been unable to do anything about her mother, who was one step older than her and considered herself a young girl. At that time, she was quite upset and said the wrong thing when faced with her hints of winking.

"But Xiao Xidi is a boy."

"Huh? Huh? Oh——"

She seemed to realize something serious, and shyly raised her sleeves to cover half of her face.

"Mom knows, what is this called? Nurture system? A book from Japan came out a while ago, what is it called... Guang Genji!" She murmured softly, "Oh, oh, oh, it's quite a big deal... "

If Mal had a clear conscience, it would be time for her to confidently refute her mother's poor statement.

But she had a guilty conscience.

So I had to hesitantly get through it, and was teased by my mother again, which made me very embarrassed.

"Well, okay, okay, mom knows, I won't say anything more."

The woman patted her shoulder, obviously relaxing a lot.

"Then mom and dad will continue traveling. I'll come back to see you next time~"

"Hurry up and go."

As expected, Mal is still not good at dealing with such a lively personality. She prefers to deal with quiet little guys like dolls.

Why is she still being talked about by her mother about this kind of thing even after she has become a witch...

……

Thinking of what happened at that time, Mal's mood became entangled again.

Her room was located at the end of the second floor. Through several walls, she could vaguely hear the sound of the two talking and laughing, which added a bit of irritation to her mood.

Think again about what the unattractive woman patted her on the shoulder before leaving and said, good boys are as popular as good girls, so you must seize the opportunity...

She doesn't know how to do that kind of thing.

It would be great if it could be as simple as making a doll. Horizontal is horizontal, vertical is vertical, and you use as much force as you need to leave as deep a mark as possible.

Speaking of dolls, she remembered that after using magic to clean up those dolls, she forgot to move them away.

But there should be nothing left behind, so it’s not a big problem.

Feeling irritable, Mal took out the photo album he had collected and wanted to calm down. However, when he turned to the homepage, the most important photo was missing.

"?!"

She quickly calmed down and began to think. She would never carry such an important thing around, and there were only two occasions when she could take it out. If not here...

Those naughty little guys played tricks on her.

Xiao Xidi must have seen it by now.

Mal pinched the corners of her eyes. Forget it, it wasn't a serious matter. Just ask Xiao Xiidi to come back.

Looking through the photo album in her hand, looking at the past that made her unconsciously calm and joyful, Mal felt that something was gradually growing.

Not to mention the teacher who she has deliberately not asked about so far, she is just a junior sister...

Obviously, it was me first.

……

The preparation for lunch went very smoothly.

The first step was to buy ingredients. Of course Irena wanted to go with her, but was refused because it was foreseeable how troublesome it would be to be dragged by some acquaintances to introduce another person.

Xidi herself didn’t think it mattered, but what Irena said...

It's too early.

After thinking about it, she still didn't follow him out, so Xidi went out alone.

There are many people with Dorothy's obsession, but not that many. At least most of the people Xi Di knows are the types who live a good life.

They were running businesses other than dolls and living a peaceful life. They hadn't seen each other for a long time. They all sent sincere blessings to the disciple of the witch who had almost watched him grow up, but they were not too enthusiastic about how they were doing recently. I feel genuine joy at the safety of those I know well.

After getting a considerable discount price, in return for his kindness, Xidi also gave away the snacks on his body. Just chatting with others greatly reduced the efficiency of purchasing, but he didn't care about such inefficiency, and he had reserved some. time.

Even though he didn't finish his shopping until almost noon, he didn't feel a little irritated. As usual, he summoned a cane to hang the ingredients on and staggered back to the doll shop.

"I'm back - huh?"

Opening the door, Irena was laughing and chatting with Mal, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

The photo he had just discovered was placed on the table, and there were many other photos that were attached to the letter when he was a child and during his years of practice in the kingdom. Mal found someone to reprocess and develop them.

There are some things that Xi Di's memory has almost forgotten, such as the first time he looked at himself in the mirror.