Candy Wizard and Travel

That disciple of mine is the child you were looking for back then, at Hameln.

"Flanshou"

Come over tomorrow and we'll discuss the details of our meeting at the end of next month.

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When I opened the letter, I instinctively felt that the teacher's tone was a bit dull, but if I looked carefully, it must be an illusion. There was no fluctuation in the handwriting. He was probably extremely happy.

The meeting was a bit troublesome, but the matter was probably settled, so I breathed a sigh of relief and put on my robe.

"Xidi, Irena, I have to go out."

"I know, come back and bring some flour."

Little Irena simply didn't respond to me. She really doesn't respect the teacher's child. I'll teach her later.

I shook my head, closed the door, and went to the coffee shop where I saw Master last time.

In the alley not far from the store, I saw the master, holding a baguette that seemed to have been there for a long time, smiling, and waiting for a long time.

Gap: Interview before joining the association

Branch of the Magical Integration Association of the Walled Country.

"...In principle, people who are related to the members are not allowed to do interviews, but the manpower here has been tight recently, and I am the only witch. The level of other people is probably not enough to judge you."

The woman with short white hair and a plump figure that does not match her body shape and a lively voice is the examiner I met during the apprentice witch test a few years ago, Nightingale Witch Irene. I haven’t seen her in a few years, but she still looks like a young girl.

Speaking of which, Senior Uncle Sheila and I also talked about her, but that was a long time ago. What we were talking about... I can’t remember clearly. I rarely pay attention to things other than being a teacher. It seemed to be about her interest. eccentric?

Anyway, it has nothing to do with me, I'm just here to apply.

Erin was already the branch president a few years ago, and now she is the top executive of the association responsible for all matters in the Walled Country and surrounding countries.

As she said, in this area where alien races and humans coexist, things are very busy. Even if all the manpower is used, it will not be enough. Even cats want to borrow their paws, but I think there is no way that the branch president will come for an interview in person. situation.

"I've been working overtime for two weeks, and I'm almost exhausted. If I don't relax, they will have to change the branch president."

The woman in front of me winked playfully and explained like this, seemingly trying to be lazy.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to bother you."

"Don't be so polite. I will be colleagues from now on. I have seen your test data. You are really strong. Your observation and thinking skills are also very good. It is up to you to get rid of overtime. Oh, wait a moment, your mental evaluation is down. Now, let me take a look..."

The staff of the Evaluation Department personally delivered the document, which was the test data that had just been conducted. Erin flipped through it, stared at the last piece of paper in a daze, glanced at it twice, and then closed it.

"Well, it's very suitable in terms of the results. The conservative conclusion is: extremely high-level of action and not limited to means... Well, if we can work together, I still hope you can pay a little more attention to it, that is... clean up, you Do you understand?"

I recalled a certain maple leaf forest and nodded. There was no need to save magic power now. If necessary, I could literally "raze it to the ground."

"Hmm, the psychological quality is very good, with a firm goal and self. The monitoring magic confirms that the soul state has no fluctuations, and the possibility of self-hypnosis and personality overwriting does not exist. Then let's proceed directly to the last item."

I roughly understood that there was something wrong with the report, but Erin didn't care and went around to her office.

I saw a somewhat ancient crystal ball on the table. Erin waved her wand to clean it, pushed a chair aside and placed it in front of me, and finally opened the recording crystal on the other side - only for membership testing and a few The magic props used in extreme cases can completely preserve images over a period of time and are researched on the basis of photography magic.

This record will be sealed directly. If the member commits serious illegal acts in the future, it will be retrieved for reference.

After getting ready, the atmosphere became serious, and the slight smile on Erin's face was replaced by solemnity.

"Well, Hide-san, you know that you have to take a polygraph test to join the association. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?"

"Don't you need to drink the magic potion?"

I learned about the membership matters from Uncle Sheila.

The principle of the polygraph tool is to detect mood swings and ignore the disguise of facial expressions and magic. If you don't know something, you must clearly state that you don't know it. You can't be vague. But if you even deceive yourself, there is nothing you can do, so it must be paired with the "Integrity Potion" ”.

The effect of the potion is to establish a second mind that is absolutely impartial and contains objective common sense. It has a rich amount of knowledge. Everything said within the duration of the effect must be judged by the second mind. It is absolutely impossible to say anything that goes against the objective - even if it is said. No matter how much people believe in it.

Erin shrugged, an action that made her chest ripple.

"Oh, it doesn't work for witches. Moreover, it is an old thing from before the auxiliary. Now the semantics have changed many times. It is too troublesome to sort out, so I improved it. This "Lie Detector Crystal 3000" is not used. It hears Lies will set off an alarm. Try telling a few lies. "

What a lie...

I cleared my throat.

"I'm very tall."

"drop!"

The crystal ball issued such a warning, sharp and harsh.

Erin covered her mouth to suppress laughter and made a please gesture with her other hand. It seemed that she was tested more than once.

"My teacher is a diligent person."

"drop!"

"I hate sweets so much, I never eat them."

"Didi!"

The intervals between the two tones are a little slow, but it doesn't hurt to keep speaking at a normal pace and answer one question at a time.

"Well, I like sweets very much and eat a lot of them every day." I spread my hands and there was no sound this time.

"OK," Erin nodded, calmed down her emotions and said seriously, "Say a few more truths to correct the crystal ball."

"I'm a male."

"Humph."

Erin made a short syllable in her throat, as if she couldn't hold back her laughter, and then she fell into confusion.

"Why doesn't it sound? Is the machine broken?"

"Why is it ringing?" I blinked and looked over in confusion.

The interviewer waved his hand, raised his eyebrows, and showed his iconic smile, "Because this is absolutely impossible. Do you think you look like a boy?"

"I am a boy." Because this situation exists, I don't like to explain it. "I will be able to tell when I grow older."

"drop!"

The second half of the sentence rang out. Is this broken crystal broken?

I noticed that Erin's smile across from me froze and became a little strange.

"real?"

"real."

The crystal ball was completely silent.

At this time, a girl with twin tails opened the door, looking quite anxious.

"Excuse me! Erin, has that urgent document been processed?"

"Uh……"

I saw Erin's expression tighten.

"We have already done."

"drop!"

"It's half done."

"drop!"

"Okay," she lowered her head, "I just finished writing the title."

The woman at the door showed a helpless expression, rubbed her face, and smiled, "President, you have worked hard, I don't blame you."

"drop!"

"You little bitch, I'm going back to work."

"Didi!"

"Going on a date with the new girl."

She waved her hands, turned and left with a straight face.

The relationship between the two people should be very good. I was about to show a polite smile to ease the awkward atmosphere, when I saw Irene raised her head, with an empty and sad look on her face, and she quickly calmed down her emotions.

After a moment of silence, Eileen sat down again and pulled a stack of paper from the side. These were questions summarized by the association. They were helpful to gain a deeper understanding of the respondent's mental state. It was up to the interviewer to determine the scale. After all, some questions were very difficult for some people. offend.

The interview officially begins.

"Your witch name?"

"Candy Witch."

She lowered her head and looked through it.

"Are you from Dorothy, the Land of the Dolls?"

"Yes, the doll shop at No. 404, Doll Street. I lived there for a year."

Erin suddenly raised her head and looked over, "How is that possible?"

"Well, I wasn't popular in Clock Country, so when I got to Dorothy..." I thought there was a problem with my place of origin and tried to explain.

"No, it's not this-"

She lowered her voice, leaned forward, and her chest formed a contradictory curve: white and bright, yet dark and deep.

Look no further.

I looked away.

"I mean, you are such a beautiful child, so small and white...it looks like you are less than 150 centimeters tall. What a delicate beauty!"

"Your words make me a little embarrassed."

I don't really care about appearance, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be pointed at and told that you look like a little princess.

"Sorry, you're right," she sat down silently, and then said uncontrollably and excitedly, "Little boy! Woohoo!"

"Why do you care so much about this issue? Are you a fetishist?"

"Are you kidding? NO!" She crossed her hands on her chest and retorted excitedly.

"drop!"

Crystal ball warning.

She is still talking hard.

"I'm a pure, normal woman. I date my subordinates every day, and I pick up three or four little bitches every weekend to have sex with them. There's no one who likes girls more than me!"

"Didi, didi, didi!"

You don't tell the truth.

I moved my stool a little, because even if it was a desperate excuse, being able to say something like this was somewhat...right?

"Oh," she sat down dejectedly, "I actually really like this one of yours. I've noticed it since the first time we met. The little boy is awesome - please don't tell anyone. No one knows yet."

"drop!"

"——All the subordinates I have led know."

"Well, I try to keep it a secret."

The atmosphere was even more awkward.

Erin silently turned the page, pretending as if nothing happened, and continued the interview.

"Do you have any other acquaintances in the association?"

"Yes, Night Witch Sheila."

"It's that smoker...I hope you won't be led astray."

After jotting down a note, she quickly flipped through the notebook.

"Oh," she raised her eyebrows, "This question may be a bit dangerous. Have you ever killed anyone?"

Dangerous indeed.

I nodded after careful consideration.