Candy Wizard and Travel

"By the way, why do those travelers care so much about you?" the witch raised her face.

"Well," Xi Di said nonchalantly, "maybe it has something to do with the fact that I sponsored their travel expenses."

"I forgot that you are a rich man."

Mal finally adjusted her mood, and at the right moment the puppet on the table stood up and rang its bell.

"jingle--"

The waiter in normal clothes came over pushing the dining cart, placed the fragrant dishes on the table, poured the grape juice into the goblet, and finally bowed politely but not flatteringly, "Enjoy your meal, please press if necessary." Just the buttons on the puppet.”

After finishing speaking, the sound of footsteps clearly faded away.

The conversation between the two continued, but the atmosphere relaxed a lot after having food.

After all, adults are adults, and they still have the ability to adjust their emotions, but they won't show it in front of Xidi anyway.

"Then, what if we don't find anyone, or the witch is not who you thought she was?"

"Well, if the Magic Academy in Celestilia doesn't work, I will go to Latli Tower National Academy. There is a Magic Academy with a longer history over there. The 400-year-old library is very coveted. Finally, the Magical Integration Association's Ways can also be considered..."

Xidi took out the notebook, which recorded the information that the witches thought was valuable. The reward had been paid in advance. He was lucky. In other words, there were very few despicable people who could become witches. He did not take the money to run away, nor did he. Perfunctory or fabricated, until now, there are dozens of interesting messages.

"I haven't heard of it. Looking back, I can only give a superficial judgment." Mal, who regained his mood, raised the puppet and stared at Xi Di with two pairs of identical purple eyes.

"In other words, in my opinion, you are like a mother. If someone says that his mother is useless, then he is probably not worthy of being a human being."

Xi Di returned the look with sincerity.

"Huh? Mother?" The young and beautiful witch reacted fiercely, "At most, it's my sister!"

"I don't have a sister, so I don't know what it feels like."

"I……"

"Actually, I don't have a mother either," Xi Di recalled a little, "When I remember, the woman said that a gray-haired witch handed me into her hands, so I have always felt that you are very kind. "

"That's it... then whatever, just don't scream out," Mal lowered his eyes slightly as if he was sleepy, picked up a piece of chicken and chewed it carelessly: "It doesn't feel as good as what you did."

Think about him.

"The ingredients are very high-end, and the processing techniques are also excellent. It's a pity that there is no time for further refinement," Xidi commented objectively and asked sideways: "For a little expense, how about we go to the market to buy some high-end materials later? Cook at home in the evening.”

"Ah."

……

On a day worthy of celebration, the celebratory lunch did not have much of a celebratory meaning. However, the Master and the disciple's intentions had been conveyed to each other, so there was no problem.

……

Chapter 5: Magic and Life

Because there is too little magic power that can be mobilized, Xi Di can only delve into the field of precision. Even Mal can't give him more guidance in this regard.

如果说魔道士是3份魔力出一份力的话，魔女的正常水平就是1∶1到1.5，而如希笛与他的师父，在特定领域能够做到1∶2甚至1∶3。

Unfortunately, the scope of application of Xidi is limited.

When I went in the afternoon, the fresh ingredients were almost sold out, and the lunch was a bit greasy, so I decided to keep it simple for dinner.

The flames are spitting out and burning the pan in an amazingly steady manner. The palm-sized steak in the pan is slowly seeping with fat. The unique meaty aroma of beef is overflowing. Frying the steak is a test of the heat.

Hidi stood in front of the soup pot with a wand in one hand, slowly stirring the slightly thicker cream in the pot. Feeling that it was almost time, she waved the wand and the steak in the pan behind her turned over.

There is a small portion of pasta next to it. Everyone knows that it is straight before it is wet.

As for why it is called pasta, no one seems to have explored it.

There are also freshly baked croissants. There is no oven like that in the store. He relies on Xidi to seal it with wind magic and heat it with fire magic. Frankly speaking, this is also a challenge for him. It requires full concentration to do it, and he often fails. , those failed products will be lunch when he is busy the next day, and he never wastes food.

Perhaps this application of magic would be unacceptable to many ordinary people who yearn for magic, but Xidi really liked this feeling of integrating into life. Only by being in contact with it all the time could he have a real sense of mastering magic.

I was distracted for a moment, but luckily there was no problem with the heat.

The steak was rolled twice in the pot to ensure that the juice did not escape. It flew to the plate by itself, and then the prepared honey juice was smeared on the meat. Finally, lightly fried broccoli was placed as a garnish.

His master's taste is relatively bland.

In addition, there are fruit salads and desserts, many desserts.

How many?Half a table like that.

From sponge cakes to puddings to egg tarts, these are the types and portions that any normal woman would have a gleam of gold in her eyes and panic over the heat.

"I feel like I've gained a lot of weight recently."

The master came over and took a look at the dining table. She was already accustomed to her disciple's fondness for sweets. At first, she was shocked at how so many things were crammed into the table.

Hidi came over, placed Mal's steak and a small portion of creamy pasta in front of her, poured a sickly amount of honey on her portion, and said softly, "No, your body is very healthy, at most It's considered 'chubby'. Master has a heavy workload, so it's understandable that he should eat more."

"But my clothes feel a little tight recently..."

Xidi gently held her waist from behind the chair and shook her head, "No, Master."

"It's an illusion."

"Oh."

The Puppet Witch only cares about it occasionally.

Xidi stood up and placed other food, thinking about how to secretly change the clothes the teacher recently bought.

She did gain weight.

The witch's job is to make dolls and sell them - although she often gives them away for free. It is not uncommon to sit at the counter all day or all night making dolls. Some of the changes that have accumulated over time cannot be easily cleared away with magic.

Because she was worried about her master's health, Xidi, who had the power to cook, always looked for opportunities to let her master eat more nutrients. She never imagined how much thought Xidi could put into even a piece of bread.

Fortunately, the fat stays in the right place and the changes in the waist are not obvious.

Thinking of this, Xidi threw the simplified weighing magic that he had researched a while ago and wanted to share into the corner of his mind and prepared to start a new topic.

"Make me some coffee. I have to stay up late at night because of work."

Mal yawned slightly, her routine couldn't be said to be wrong, it could only be said to be completely reversed.

"You don't seem to be in good spirits. Why don't you do it again tomorrow?"

"No, it's been delayed for half a month."

Xi Di was speechless.

His master also has a very serious procrastination problem, and he always puts off things other than his interests.

"Then let me help you, it will be faster."

"Uh-huh..." She stretched, and the doll's lips opened and closed: "Okay."

……

End of a dull day.

When Hidi closed the door of the shop and came in with a pot of coffee, she found that Mal was already in the workshop at the attic. This was quite a rare situation. In the past, she would read books about doll costumes and parts. .

Are you ready to adjust your work and rest schedule?

Mal's thoughts were not easy to guess. If he could guess... it would be over, and he would have to look at his head.

In the workshop filled with limbs of various sizes, the plump woman waved her black wand, and the materials placed around her began to move on their own, jumping into the empty chest and abdomen of the doll on the table.

The coffee cup was put aside where it would not be touched by debris. Mal treated the coffee like medicine. She had to wait until it was completely cool before drinking it. She said that when the heat of the coffee hit her, she was shocked. Chances are you will vomit.

Hidi stepped forward, raised her wand skillfully, and the material on the other side climbed onto the console.

Both of them are very familiar with the craftsmanship, and they cooperate perfectly. The feeling of knowing each other's next move as soon as they raise their hands and replenishing materials to fill in the process in time is very intoxicating.

Although it feels cheap like a small workshop, magic is magic. Whether it is fineness, texture or efficiency, it is a level that ordinary craftsmen cannot match.

Only when dealing with this kind of product that "no one will see except the user" will they use magic to accelerate. Normal dolls like Mal are crafted by hand with the help of magic, which requires a lot of time. It took a long time to polish it, and the witch also enjoyed the process.

As I said before, she is a classicist, and there is only one reason for making this kind of doll - the client paid a lot of money, and one order lasts for three years. Depending on the completion of the finished product, the balance may be another 10- 15% growth.

……

It was already late, and the nightingales had ceased singing.

The magic candlelight flickered, but there was always a steady light on the operating table.

After filling it with artificial organs, sealing the chest cavity, and using magic to erase the traces of stitching, the incomparable charm of the doll as an artifact is revealed.

This is Dorothy's only witchcraft.

Details cannot create beauty, but artificial beauty must be created by details.

The doll in front of you is the embodiment of beauty.

"She" looks like a plump, silver-haired woman.

The eyebrows and eyes are deliberately exaggerated, with a sense of beauty that blends Chinese and Western styles - the senior's notes mentioned that being too similar to humans but not consistent will make people panic. Most puppet masters will avoid this, or deliberately expose them. The spherical hand and foot joints can either give a dreamy color scheme, or use complicated accessories to divert attention. Each has its own method.

The hair is the long hair of a girl bought at a high price. After being infected with medicine, it will not dry out and curl up no matter how long it takes. If you smell it carefully, it still has a slight girly fragrance.

The skin cultivated by magic is smooth and white, and the skeleton under the skin is made of materials close to human bones, which is an almost one-to-one replica of the human body. Ordinary magicians would never be able to do it with such precision until they die.

Not to mention the gel-like material filled in that feels the same as flesh and blood. It is Xidi's research and is unique.

The facial features are carefully carved, and piles of sketches have been scrapped. The eyeballs are made of indigo ceramic material that took several furnaces to burn out...

We strive for perfection every step of the way, and what we get in the end is the beauty that is frozen in time.

According to Mal, all living things have ugly moments. She especially loves the vivid ugliness of human beings and the eternal beauty of dolls in contrast.

——Xidi felt that his teacher was mentally ill for more than a day or two.

"Is there anything else to do?"

All the materials had been filled in, and the chest and abdomen had been sutured, but Xidi saw that the teacher was still moving.

It's not like the gauze was missing anyway.

"It's a magic reaction potion," Mal carefully brushed his hand over every inch of the doll's skin. "This will heat up to the level of the human body after the magic is injected into it. It will not damage the material. This is the customer's requirement."

"learn."

Xidi is already used to it.I've seen Dorothy a lot this year, and I'm used to it.

How should I put it? It’s worrying about the country’s fertility rate.

After a while, Mal ended his action, took a deep breath, and lay down directly on the ground.

"Get it done, get it done, this kind of thing is really laborious... Ah, I suddenly remembered something -"

She raised her head and rested on the operating table. After a while, she felt uncomfortable, so she put the bulging bag on her chest and yawned.

"Ugh...you are now a trainee witch, so you should pay more."

"Isn't that too philistine?"

"The customer pays so much for the completion. Xiao Xidi, your craftsmanship is not much worse than mine. Since the quality of the goods is higher, isn't it natural to make up for the price difference? He only spent less than 30% more. It's like hiring two witches to work and making a lot of money, okay? They have to thank us."

"The title of witch is crying."

"Witches also need to eat."

While talking and laughing, another gentleman's bill was added.

Finally, Mal ran her fingers from beginning to end, turning over and over to confirm the details.

In addition to the exquisite temperament that is deliberately created to distinguish her from others, her limbs are so delicate that anyone who sees them can call the police. It is perfect.

"That's all." She tapped the slightly empty belly of the doll. "The high-end magic womb is out of stock. There are also matching items... I will deal with it tomorrow."

She picked up the coffee cup and drank it in one gulp.

"You go to bed early. I need to make some clothes. This size...a green ruffled palace dress, white knee socks and small leather boots. The clothing fee will be 10, um, 15, no, 20 A gold coin is enough..."

Black, really black.

Xidi shook his head, poured a cup of coffee for his master, put it away, turned and left the workshop.

There was silence in the workshop, and the soft sounds continued after a moment.

Gap:The present day of a certain housewife