Candy Wizard and Travel

Different from the simple rules in the past that were only implemented on a small scale, the new regulations after in-depth research by scholars and magicians are very strict and efficient, yet still humane.

It is recorded in the manual that the area 30 feet (about 9m) above the ground is a fully controlled area, with speed and flight routes restricted; the area between 30 and 50 feet (9-15m) is the emergency route, and flying is prohibited under normal circumstances. The lifting height requires Go to the designated area; fly freely above 50 feet.

After all, not many people can fly at this altitude. They can barely fly fast enough, but they can definitely fly fast enough to avoid being evaded.

The manual states that for specific details, you need to purchase books related to the Kingdom's flight control laws. It is recommended that foreign magicians keep a flying altitude of less than 30 feet and a recommended speed of 10 miles (about 16km/h). It also conscientiously includes color pictures of recommended attractions. and routes, and the best viewing times are all clear at a glance.

Xidi didn't have the habit of reading while walking. He stood under a street sign and read while listening to the discussions of the surrounding vendors and people waiting at the red light. Most of them were about family affairs and news about popular figures that everyone liked to hear.

The dean of the magic academy escaped and was caught by the dean and hung from the roof of the teaching building;

His Majesty the King’s beloved daughter returns and holds a banquet to celebrate;

A new student in the potions department was fined and criticized for selling counterfeit medicine on the street.

There are truths and lies in the grapevine.

These are all true.

Just when they were discussing whether the winner of the Autumn Broomstick Contest was on drugs, they noticed that there were a lot of topics about magic, and Xi Di raised her eyes to see who it was.

It was a few guys dressed as magicians, huddled behind the stall, stuffing the roasted corn that was supposed to be sold into their mouths, and chatting.

Sensing Xidi's gaze, he looked at his clothes again and thought, "Hey, let's go together."

There are all magicians, but the Kingdom magician has a stronger desire to perform. A magician with unruly hair over there stood up, raised a piece of corn, raised his wand lightly, and a flame ignited in his hand——

But the corn in the fire did not appear to be scorched. After a while, a faint white smoke rose, indicating that it was obviously ripe.

While chewing, he looked at this side with provocative eyes, obviously wanting Xi Di to show her hands.

"..."

Xidi was about to applaud politely, but when faced with this not very polite look, he first lowered his head and glanced at his chest.

It is only decorated with lavender. No wonder I forgot to put on my witch badge when I got up in the morning.

But it doesn’t matter. Xidi has also been a teacher for a few years and is happy to teach young people what the world is like.

He took the corn out of the bag, flicked it with his fingers, and the corn kernels fell off naturally and floated to the side. He threw the corn cob into the trash can, poured the corn kernels into the carton, and added sugar.

The magicians over there looked at this side and stopped eating corn in their mouths.

Expert.

"Beep Beep Beep——"

After a slight explosion, the corn expanded, and golden popcorn piled up layer by layer in the box, like magic, until it almost overflowed.

The sweet smell of corn spread in the wind, and the children on the street corner stopped in their tracks.

Xidi grabbed a few and stuffed them into her mouth, shaking her head.

"Too much sugar."

After giving the leftover to the little girl on the roadside, and asking her not to be late on the way to school, Xi Di clapped her hands, let the wind blow away the corn husks between her fingers, and walked away.

The magicians looked at each other, stretched out their hands, and grasped the corn kernels thoughtfully.

Just as ordinary people see cool magic tricks and want to imitate the moves, so do magicians.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand magic, it doesn't matter if you don't understand magic... Actually, it doesn't matter. The only problem will be when you think you understand it.

"Fire magic and wind...it seems like this? I understand!"

He increased the output of his magic power, and a red light flashed between his palms——

"Oh!"

The corn kernels were fried into charcoal and blown by the strong wind, falling on their faces.

It seems like a refugee somewhere.

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After casually giving a little magical shock to the magician on the roadside, Hidi, who felt lighter, continued to stroll through the streets of Royal Celestilia.

Today is Friday. There is a high probability that Teacher Fran will be at the college, but there is a small chance that she will be on the flagpole of the college.

Kidding.

Probably because of rumors, even if Teacher Connie is too angry, she can't do the behavior of hanging her husband on the flagpole. It's similar to the image of a henpecked man who kneels on the balcony every day in people's eyes. The unreliable dean also always There should be a place to hang it.

I scanned my face and entered the school gate. The guard was still the same as before. Now he was older. He still seemed to have not relaxed and exercised, and he was in good spirits.

In fact, there is no need for the gate guard to let you go. The huge magic circle in the academy coordinates all the magic dolls. If there are strange magic fluctuations, they will warn you immediately.

The college has been expanded twice. If it continues to develop at this rate, it will probably need to be expanded again in a few years. The original general science teaching building within sight has also been renovated and put into magic teaching.

Calculated, there are actually not too many students, but magic is like this, and the cramped place is too dangerous. The average witch cannot take care of more than twenty students in the practice session, and needs to be spread out to have time to react.

Teaching comes second, safety comes first.

Xi Di, dressed in a long-distance running suit and wearing a witch hat, is not very conspicuous when walking in the academy. The students change batches every few years. The people who saw him last time are probably all over the world now. Only a few remain in the academy as teaching assistants. .

Stop and go, intermittently, from the school gate to the dean's office, which takes about 15 minutes, Xidi walked for an hour.

He is like this. He will feel nervous when something important is approaching, and then calm down when he is close. He will be calm for a while and then become nervous again.

There aren't many times when his mood fluctuates like this.

No matter how long the road is, it will eventually come to an end.

Xidi breathed a sigh of relief and walked straight into the office building. The route was extremely familiar.

"Tuk Tuk."

He knocked on the door.

"Well, please come in."

What made him relax was that there was a sound inside that sounded like he hadn't woken up yet.

……

Fran is dreaming.

Some people who like to sleep like to dream, but Fran doesn't. If you have to go through something while sleeping, then isn't your sleep in vain?

Whether it's a sweet dream or a nightmare, overly intense emotions will affect her sleep. Sweet dreams are okay, not a loss, but nightmares are bad. If she doesn't sleep well and dreams well, she sleeps in vain.

Fran always has her own philosophy about dreaming. Unfortunately, even her closest disciple won't listen to what she says. Well, it's not that she doesn't want to. The other party will listen to whatever she says, but she thinks that the other party will find it boring. , so I won’t say it.

Although from an objective point of view, other topics we usually talk about together are also boring.

How many stars are there in the sky, how many grains of sand are there in the desert, what is the most perfect food...

They could talk about these issues all day long, couples are such boring things.

In the morning, they say good morning to each other, eat, and then lie down on the sofa. She reads a book, and the disciples make handicrafts or polish the parts of the dolls. Otherwise, they hold a book and read. After reading a paragraph or feeling tired, they talk for a while. If you say something, don't wait for the other party to respond, just keep it in your mind, continue reading, and wait until the other party is tired before responding.

have lunch.

Nap.

When her disciple was still young, Fran liked to hold him. He was soft and fragrant, and very comfortable. In spring, she could lie on a chair and bask in the sun. Summer, ah, summer, was so hot that it was the worst season. .

But eating ice cream is very fun. The disciple will decorate it with ice sculptures very carefully, and she always likes to pour juice on it and eat it with a crunch.

In autumn, we need to hug each other again, and the afternoon wind always makes people uncomfortable.

Winter is the most suitable season for sleeping. The cold, frost and snow give people a God-given reason to be lazy. There is nothing to do, just put a basket of bread and some water by the bedside, and the day can pass.

Her lovely disciple repaired the fireplace, and the days after that became more comfortable. She didn’t even need to care about the cool breeze that came in when she lifted the quilt, and her feet didn’t become cold while lying down, lingering in the warmth like a cat. In this place, the memories of winter are all about the warmth of the fireplace and the hot meals delivered to hand.

Wait, did the disciple do too many things?It was even harder than when she was a disciple.

Fran vaguely remembered that she told her disciple that there was no need to do so many things and that it would be okay to put it off for a while, but the other party replied that he was used to it.

Habit...how long ago was that?

Her vision suddenly blurred, and Fran realized that she had not opened her eyes.

I'm dreaming.

Perhaps the autumn sun was too warm and reminded her of sitting in front of the fireplace.

Really, whose office has a window at the back? I have to ask someone to change it later. What the hell is the design? It’s okay in the summer, but in autumn, the sun shines directly for a while every day. As soon as people enter the door, they can see the bright blue sky behind her. .

But this chair is good, and it’s quite soft when I sleep on it. Now that I’m lying in this strange posture, I don’t feel any pain in my back or neck...

Fran sat up and hit something on the back of her head.

She raised her face, and it was an extremely familiar face. She was sitting on the chair halfway, leaning against his chest.

Her red pupils drooped slightly, and she looked over. She couldn't see clearly against the light. After a little adaptation, there were still spots in her field of vision, which looked like wine-red light and shadow spreading out.

of course not.

No light can get in, no shadow can get in, only one person is reflected in it.

Fran's heart moved slightly at this moment, and she wanted to say something, but suddenly she lost interest. She got up, sat on the desk, lay down, and rolled in a pile of documents, messing them up.

"Oh, lucid dreaming, I haven't done it in a long time. Sleeping in a dream is also a novel experience..."

The lazy guy closed his eyes again and changed into a comfortable position. Just now he found it annoying to have his back to the sun, but now he was enjoying the warmth of the tabletop.

Xidi's attention was focused on the neat documents around her.

The familiar feeling of rising blood pressure came.

"teacher."

"I'm not your teacher, I'm dreaming."

Back, all back.

Resisting the urge to take action directly, Hidi tugged on Loveland's clothes, trying to save the atmosphere of the reunion.

"Teacher, I'm back."

"Come on, I want to sleep."

Xidi could only endure it twice. He was about to say something when he opened his mouth, but then paused and stared at Fran's face quietly. Before he could look at it just now,

I don’t know when this thing on the table developed the secret skill of responding to people in dreams. It seems that I have been taught a lot by Teacher Connie during this period. If I glance at the documents on the table, many of them are recent.

It seems that they are still working hard.

If you think about it carefully, the so-called "atmosphere of reunion" is actually not important. The meaning of encounter is to start a new life, and the same is true for reunion.

No matter what, it is good to have a teacher anywhere and at any time.

Xi Di sighed softly and did not disturb Fran, who was lying dead on the table. He quietly packed up the documents and dealt with what he could handle.

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Under the lukewarm sunshine, Fran, whose mind had just fallen into a semi-sleep state, was able to recall and examine her actions from a relatively neutral and strange perspective, and discovered some minor problems.

The dream should be a lie, but now the temperature of the table behind me is real, the smell of the sun is real, and the curled paper under my palm is also real.

So, are the sweet smell of baked goods in the nose and the hastily glimpsed figure real?

This thought flashed through her mind, and Fran instantly became more awake.

She wanted to sob. If it was true, what did she say to her disciple?

Please, please don’t make it!

At the same time, she was also hoping that it would be true.

Shame and expectation were equally divided. Now, Fran suddenly recalled that many years ago, the master handed her the last meal money and said such irresponsible words as entrusting her with the future - at that time, Wei Dorika's broom has lost all.

At that time, although she knew it had nothing to do with her, her heartbeat was still uncontrollably accelerating.

Just like now, she wanted to open her eyes and confirm that it was just a dream, but she also enjoyed the familiar feeling of being surrounded by the sweet breath at this moment, as if her disciple was beside her.

Suddenly I felt itchy somewhere on my body, it felt uncomfortable no matter how I put my arms, and my breathing became strange.

The originally pleasant lazy time has become as painful as dozing off under the teacher's nose in class.

Until I heard the soft sound of paper rubbing against my ears.

"Tuk Tuk."