Candy Wizard and Travel

"Um……"

Hidi would not lie to his teacher.

"My master, Master Marr, seems to have arrived in this country."

Hearing this, the witch's normally half-closed eyes opened.

"I remember that it was Dorothy's puppet witch who came to the kingdom? When?"

"I don't know either. Mikey only found out because his father was beaten again. The kid still only focused on the things at hand... Anyway, judging from the fact that the shops have been opened, it must have been at least a month."

Xi Di knew in her heart that based on his understanding of the master, that person would either not do things or solve them quickly - apart from work, he would execute the decision immediately. I am afraid that he and Irena had just left Dorothy. , Master Maer started packing his things.

"In that case, there is no reason not to visit," Fran smiled and narrowed her eyes peacefully, "I have always wanted to see what kind of person the witch who took care of little Xidi was like."

This is of course not a lie. Fran thanked the witch from the bottom of her heart. Based on her understanding of her disciple, if she had encountered some strange person at first, maybe he would not have come to the kingdom so early, and Xiao Xi Every minute and second of Di's past is her treasure, and nothing should be left out.

If the delay is further, the symptoms will become more serious...

It was so terrible. Just thinking about it made my heart freeze and break. In comparison, the cold wind pouring into my collar at this moment seemed so warm and gentle.

Xidi stood in front of the teacher, tied her scarf, and looked into those blue and gentle eyes.

"Do you really want to go?"

"Ah."

"Then go, I'll accompany you."

There was a little panic in my heart, but more importantly, I was happy to be able to see Master, and Teacher Fran seemed to be really grateful to Master. Of course, this emotion was caused by him. If I didn't really care, , who would express gratitude so solemnly.

He was very happy.

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, Fran raised her hand and gently touched his cheek, rejecting his suggestion.

"Let the teacher talk to her first. There are always common topics among educators."

Hidi wanted to say that he was also an educator, and that Master Mal was just a puppeteer, but the words were still unsaid. Teacher Fran's concealment skills were terrible, so if there was anything she didn't want to say, she would just brush it off. .

"I understand, but Master's temper is a bit weird, and it may be difficult to communicate."

"Don't worry, the teacher is a teacher."

It is not easy to communicate with students. As for his eccentric personality... Last time I talked to Xiao Xidi about how he was "attacked" and learned that the other party was directly drugged, Fran was already mentally prepared.

Lifting her hat, under the cover of the wide brim, Fran kissed her beloved disciple on the face. There were many people walking on the street. Occasionally, some people noticed this, but they just thought it was an intimate fight between acquaintances.

"Go and bring me a cup of coffee. Come back later."

Xi Di also kissed back.

"Yes, my teacher."

……

It's been nearly two months since Mal arrived in this country, and she doesn't feel as comfortable as she did in Dorothy.

The security bureau here actually doesn't allow surveillance dolls to be released!

--Kidding.

The number of magicians here is ten times that of the Puppet Kingdom, and more than [-]% of the law enforcers on duty are magicians. Mal can only settle down and not make herself uncomfortable. After all, she is just a puppet master, not Good at handling combat.

She didn't take the initiative to do anything. She came here just to take a look at Xi Di. If she didn't see it, then just wait. The birth of an excellent work always takes a long time to polish, and she didn't mind waiting. .

There is also this country called Royal Celestilia. Little Hidden has been here longer than his hometown - oh, Little Hidden's hometown of Hameln. It should be said that it is longer than in Clock Town. much longer.

Just as the child said, this is a good country with friendly people and stable lords. It is said that there was a small conflict with the upper class in the early years, but this year it was successfully resolved after the growth of Wangli Magic Academy. After all, dozens of witches stood There, normal people know how to choose.

The scenery at the seaside is a bit unfamiliar to Mal, and she is still not used to the strange smell in the wind. However, the taste of the food is very familiar, because the disciple will prepare food with different flavors for her every time she goes back.

There is no shortage of fun here. This country is very big, and there are a lot of magicians with worrying mental states. There is new life every day.

It's a good place.

If it were in the past, Mal probably wouldn't be so peaceful, but since parting with her lovely disciple, a certain place in her heart seems to be occupied by something soft and heavy. Just thinking about her disciple's face every day can It feels like time is passing by in a long and short time.

Is this what is called "love"?The strange feelings that made her toss and turn in the past.

How long, Mal wondered, would this fulfillment last?

The letters exchanged, the words spoken during meetings, the hugs and kisses, the steps to adulthood. If someone accidentally gets killed, then they have to get married. Ah, it’s so troublesome. Then my mother will have to talk about it a lot, and maybe even I want to lie in her arms and cry for a while...

When the time comes, the passion of the moment will subside. It will not disappear, but will flow quietly and never stop.

One night, Mal was alerted that she was becoming mediocre. She originally embarked on the path of a witch in order to pursue herself, but now she seemed to be returning to a normal life. That kind of thing...

Seems pretty good, right?

Disciple and doll, the only two things in her life that she couldn't let go of.

In this way, with sweet fantasies in mind, she can often sit there all day long, just like a little girl who has just fallen in love.

As for business, that kind of thing doesn't matter.

Under the magic transformation, this two-story western-style building is almost a replica of Dorothy's doll shop, and based on the original, it has been adjusted according to Mal's preferences - she doesn't want a house that holds important memories. If you change it, you can do whatever you want with this shop.

The length of the long and narrow corridor is super doubled, as if the light is not allowed to come to the door. In the long corridor, the dolls are placed on both sides like an exhibition. The orange light does not make people feel warm, making it easier for people to see those who are too delicate. Oops, it brings a chill from the heart.

Such an atmosphere alone is enough to dissuade some people who only want to shop but not buy.

And if you walk through the corridor and enter the store, you will find that only the counter is lit with oil lamps, and the windows on both sides have poor lighting. The dolls are trapped in ambiguous darkness, and the contrast from light to dark is too sharp.

Some people will feel warm because of the dots of light in the darkness, but if you take a closer look, you will find that those are pairs of doll eyes. When the face that is too similar to a human appears in the darkness, it can almost make the mentally fragile. The guest fainted on the spot.

Mal likes this atmosphere, but it is obvious that there are not many people who look like her, this is not Dorothy, and the dolls do not exist as a necessity in the lives of the residents.

A month after the store opened, except for a few mystery and horror enthusiasts, only colleagues bought a few items and went back to study them. As expected, only peers care about peers the most.

They will come to your door again after a period of time, saying strange things like "Damn! But so beautiful", "I can't control my hands", "Bewitched by dolls?", and continue to buy, buy, and indulge others. Their works actually made their own stores become depressed.

Mal originally wanted to give it away for free like she did in the past, but unfortunately she met someone from the Inspection Bureau who told her that this was not in compliance with the laws of the kingdom and could not be lower than the average price.

She had little interest in making serious money because there were always people vying to give her money.

Speaking of which, a man ordered a top-grade doll some time ago. Judging from the signature on the prepaid order, it seemed that he was an acquaintance. Mal did not despise lust. It didn’t matter whether it was vented on people or dolls. Talking about Not high or low.

Two days ago, he came to cancel the order with a bruised face. Of course, the advance payment was non-refundable. In fact, Mal cared more about what happened to that man than the money.

Thinking of this and that, Mal took a cup of coffee from the magic coffee machine nearby and blew on it gently.

Well, it doesn’t feel as good as the one cooked by Xiao Xidi.

Sometimes I read a book, sometimes I play with puppets, and the cold wind blows outside the window.

Winter at the seaside, she has a little expectation.

"Dong dong."

The knock on the door echoed down the long hallway.

Then the store door opened and the wind chimes on the door jingled.

"excuse me."

The visitor took off his loose hat, revealing his beautiful black hair.

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Mal has a hobby of observing guests.

Dolls are based on human beings. Different schools have different pursuits of the beauty of dolls. Marr belongs to the classical school, which observes and draws materials from people. The final work must also highlight human characteristics. It can be said that the beauty of human beings is the doll. If you are indifferent to the beauty of human beings, then you will naturally not be able to appreciate the craftsmanship of dolls.

She looked up at the visitor. She was in a quiet and gentle darkness, while the other person was walking in the light. As she observed, she couldn't help but feel a bit of voyeuristic pleasure.

The person who came to the store during this off-season was a witch.

The puppeteer's perspective on human beings is always surprising. Mal likes to look at the hair first. The person's black hair is very smooth, and seems to be naturally slightly curly. It looks very friendly. Judging from the hair quality, it seems that magic potion has been used regularly. The care habits and combing marks on the bun show that it is not magically arranged.

Her temperament and movements don't look like that of a noble. If she took care of it herself, yes, most witches live alone, then this person should be very diligent and have a pair of skillful hands.

She squinted her eyes slightly and couldn't see clearly. It was a pity, Mal liked to observe people's eyes.

Not to mention fair skin and graceful figure, any non-parallel witch can use magic and potions to adjust herself, at least to an average or above level.

After observing for a while, Mal judged that this was a traditional witch. She couldn't think of any other reason for the other party to come into her shop other than a whim.

"--welcome."

A female voice came from the darkness, a bit tired, but blended perfectly with the silence.

Fran suppressed her curiosity and was not in a hurry to observe the witch. She quietly felt the atmosphere in the shop and admired the dolls under the lights.

It looks kind of friendly.

Her disciples didn't often make dolls, but there were a few that they kept at home: Mayuko and Minova.

In this era where skills are passed down orally, the styles of masters and apprentices are not easy to identify, so these dolls give Fran a slight sense of familiarity, allowing her to carefully appreciate the details of the dolls.

These painstakingly carved works, as long as you find the angle of appreciation, have an impact that is no less than that of paintings and sculptures. Some people can spend an afternoon looking at the lines of the paintings, and the puppeteer can also appreciate the structure of a hand. Forget to eat.

Yes, that’s how the colleagues who bought Mal’s doll wasted their business.

But Fran is a layman after all. She only looks at the styles she likes, taking a look here and a look there.

"Oh, he is a rare lover, guest."

Mal got interested and got up and walked over.

She could tell that this witch was probably a relatively simple lover, and only came into contact with the dolls because of her natural closeness and love.

This is good. A hobby is a hobby. Don’t be proud of it and don’t feel inferior because of it. Mal likes to communicate with this kind of people because their views are simple and straightforward, without any professional modifications or tendencies. Objective advice helps improve your craft.

If you have achieved success on the road, you will look down on outsiders and only communicate with insiders. Such arrogance will not go far.

"You seem to be very interested in these children, is it because you have been in contact with them before?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Fran looked at the witch holding the doll in front of her.

She has brown-grey hair, which transitions from black to gray, which inevitably gives people a sense of old age and lack of energy, but it fits the temperament of the witch in front of her: lazy and casual, with an aura of inertia flowing around her, like He doesn't care about anything around him at all.

She has a beautiful face and a figure similar to her own. Her skin is a little too pale, as if she stayed up too late or was ill. Staring at her deep purple eyes, it seems that the accumulated years are flowing quietly in them. The only pity is her face. The dark circles under my eyes are very serious and regrettable.

At this moment, the two people felt a sense of closeness at the same time.

There is a gravitational attraction between lazy people, but unfortunately they usually don't go out, so of course they don't meet people of the same mind.

"My disciple likes these things, and I also like them," Fran nodded slightly and raised her hand, "Can I touch them?"

"Okay, this kid doesn't hate you."

The puppet witch spoke words like a horror story and pinched the cheek of the puppet nearby.

After receiving permission, Fran specially cleaned her hands before gently touching the delicate works of art.

She does not have any professional appreciation knowledge, but as a veteran witch, she can feel a "weight" when she touches it, which is the weight of hard work and emotion. For example, in the letters of her disciples, every word is particularly powerful. .

"very impressive."

"They're great, right?"

"It's great. It's a pity that I don't know much about this, so I can't tell you what the details are."

"No, no, no. Many times, excellent works only need to give people a feeling. Appreciation is the job of critics. It is rare to meet an enthusiast like you. The weather is nice today. Do you want to come and chat?"

The "same kind" atmosphere made Mal feel happy, and she did not hesitate to spend some time communicating with this amateur who had not yet started.

Fran was a little surprised. She still remembered that Xi Di said that this witch had a weird personality, and she was thinking about what words to use to continue the conversation, so she happily accepted it.

As for the weather, it was nice.

She looked outside, the dark sky, the howling cold wind, good weather?Yes, it is indeed a good weather for her, very suitable for sleeping, and she does not feel any guilt while lying at home. The witch sees the same thing.

"That's disturbing."

Fran walked into the dark space step by step. Human beings are naturally afraid of the dark, but she felt lazily that this place must be suitable for sleeping.

"Only coffee and water, which one do you want?"

"Ah, thank you. Plain water will be fine. I asked my disciple to bring coffee."

Sitting in front of the counter, there was only a beam of light shining here, and it felt like I was in a tavern.