Candy Wizard and Travel

There was no traditional wand handle, as he had always felt that would make the wand look like a screwdriver.

The magician's wand is different from the expensive ones of wizards. It only requires soaking the wood with common plants and magic potion. After the enchantment is completed, the magic can be released. The same is true for brooms. Poor wizards will make them themselves.

Of course, the quality of the material will still have an impact on the magic effect, but the fluctuation is not large and is acceptable.

The wand is just an addition, but the important thing is the "broom" next to it.

"You call this a broom?" Mal said in surprise.

"In what age are you still using traditional brooms?"

It was something like a cane, curved into a "J" shape, red and white in color, and looked like an enlarged version of a candy cane, about three feet long.

In fact, it was actually designed based on that one.

You need to read the manual for this.

Xidi flipped over another piece of paper, took out the candy cane... Oh no, took out the broom and injected it with magic power.

"Oh!"

It grew to just over five feet, almost as tall as Hidi, slightly thicker, and about the same length as a normal broom.

The change in body shape is a characteristic of this material and has nothing to do with magic. If magic is injected into it, it will grow automatically.

"After that--"

Xidi continued to inject magic power into the end, and then, the "1" part above the "J" popped out.

It is a short and thin sword with a handle about half a palm long. The blade is no more than the distance from the fingertips to the elbow of a normal person. In terms of length, it cannot be called a "thorn".

"Then here..."

Xi Di put the rapier aside and was holding the cane where the "J" hook was held. As if raising a gun, he drew out the hollow behind the dagger and faced the open window.

"Oh!"

Cyan magic polymer flew out.

The instant magic bullet made Mal tremble slightly.

Looking at the hanging leaf of the book outside the door, Xidi frowned, "The consumption is three points higher than the normal magic bullet, but the power is less than half of mine. It seems that it can only be used as an emergency measure."

This is not magic. After processing, this kind of material can absorb and release magic power very quickly. When magic power is injected into the front end, it will be quickly discharged from the tail end. The broom is covered with lines that guide magic power.

The advantage is that there is no need for a magic wand. The disadvantage is that it is weak in power and expensive. If you add more, you can buy a few rifled guns. If you can afford it, you can't afford it. If you want it, you can't afford it. There is no way to mass-produce it.

When necessary, you can still put on a show of "Times have changed" by using more force, but under normal circumstances, you may still use the sword more.

fencing?He doesn't know those things, it's just an emergency measure when necessary. A magician must have confidence in his magic. The consequence of spending time practicing is that his magic sword skills will be delayed.

Standing a little further away, Xidi waved the sword twice. The feel, center of gravity and weight were all right. He nodded with satisfaction, "It is indeed the work of a witch."

"Are there still witches making staffs and selling swords?"

"Well, [Iron Witch] Anneloz, if you, master, love dolls, it doesn't matter if you are keen on casting."

"That makes sense." Mal returned to the table and took out a pen and paper to write down the style of the robe while eating. "The wand is okay, but is this 'broom' okay?"

"No problem, as long as I think it is a 'broom', magic in this area is not so strict." Xi Di rubbed her head and explained to the master who did not understand this: "Many new generation witches pursue novelty. The modified broom has obviously lost its original function, and mine is just a step further."

He had seen the broom of a certain witch from the Magical Union. It was wider, had armrests, and an awning. It also had magic lights flashing neon lights at the end. It was the most beautiful cub in the broom family that would make ordinary brooms hide their faces and run away.

Compared to that, the candy cane is at least long in shape.

Mal nodded. She was not interested in wands or brooms, as long as they could be used. She asked a few more questions because it was Xi Di.

Breakfast was very appetizing...or in other words, after getting familiar with it, every meal that Hidi cooked was to her liking. She ate up the remaining toast in a few bites. Finally, Mal took a deep breath and cut the yolk of the omelette into small pieces. , stuffed it into his mouth, served it with milk, and swallowed it raw.

Xidi stroked her forehead and watched her master take egg yolks as if he were taking medicine. She didn't like it, just like coffee. She didn't like it, but she would drink it if she needed it. She wouldn't shy away from it, which was the way of thinking of a mature adult.

As for him, forget it. He can't eat anything without sweets. Picky eaters are the prerogative of children. Fortunately, his physique is still good. So far, he has no cavities, myopia and malnutrition.

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Chapter 9: Rainy Season

On the [-]th, there were five days left before Hidi left Dorothy.

……

But how should the master and the disciple get along?

Without him, I wouldn't miss him when I travel far away.

In this era, carriages were very slow, and letters were very slow - but brooms were very fast, very fast. Even a witch with the lowest combat power like Mal could travel thousands of miles in only two or three days.

For ordinary people, a long journey means a gap of months or even years, but for a witch, when we meet, she brings two or three changes of clothes, a few gold coins, and travels at the speed of sightseeing. Slowly and leisurely, I saw him in a few days.

——Of course, travelers with no fixed abode are not included in the calculation. It is normal for them to travel from one period to another.

Magicians patted their brooms and flew over the dangerous places that troubled ordinary people.

So Xidi's current situation is equivalent to studying at university away from home. Although there is no phone or text message, she can send letters through the association and can get a message once every half month. If she is serious, she will take a train (broom) to see him for a few days.

Not that uncomfortable.

But in the end it's still a bit.

Especially for Mal, because of his lack of ability, he pushed his dear disciple into the arms of other witches, oh no, underlings... Gender swapping is such a scumbag that even wiping one's butt is dirty.

"Aha……"

In the past few days, Mal has not been making his beloved dolls, but has devoted himself entirely to the robes prepared for his disciples.

To make a dress, if you're lazy, prepare the fabric, wave your wand and say one, two, three and you're done, just like the ones she made for the dolls.

But those made for disciples are different.

The sewing machine has been making a beeping sound for several days.

The rain outside the window was pattering, not heavy, but annoyingly dense.

……

Xidi was not idle either.

In his free time, he is keen on practicing magic, reading, making various snacks, and studying various dishes.

Now he is sewing a doll.

It's about palm-high and can easily fit into your pocket.

He doesn't really like dolls made of ceramic, metal and wood. Instead, he prefers puppets that can bring warmth.

This is a gift left to the Master, in the image of himself.

In the glass container on the side, wands and crutches are soaked in magic potions. It takes a day to enchant them and adapt to his magic power. All shops selling magician supplies will only provide semi-finished products and potions.

Magicians generally do not use other people's wands. The original owner's magic power will affect the magic effect. The stronger the interference, the greater the deviation. After forced use, the wand will basically be scrapped.

The processing of these two pieces can be completed within three days.

None of the books on the bookshelf were touched, and he only took out the notes that he and Malhe had studied together, which summarized the symptoms of the curse on Xi Di and had certain reference value.

Another magic record of his own research is placed there, maybe Mal will use it.

In terms of theoretical level, he is an out-and-out witch, and can even rank in the middle level, but he can't put it into practice.

Apart from that, there is not much else. I only took away two or three pieces of clothes that were in season, and I will wait until then to buy the rest. The space for carrying items is very precious.

Coins, paper, pens and some odds and ends were placed in the satchel, and the remaining items could only fill a backpack, just like when he came.

"It's time to go."

While he was distracted, he felt a slight pain in his fingers. He lowered his head and saw a drop of blood slowly condensed and soaked between his fingers.

Fortunately, it has been completed.

……

Twelfth.

The bright red liquid fell on the dark fabric, leaving no trace.

Mal waved her wand to restore the wound, clean up the blood, and continue the finishing work.

There are scattered scraps of fabric on the table. The main body of the robe has been completed, leaving only the cuffs and hem.

The price was that her dark circles were getting worse again, and if she continued like this, there would soon be no room for them to get worse.

Yawning slightly, Mal stood up, the bones of her waist making a crisp sound.

She held the robe and opened it to look at it. The main color was black, with silver threads sniffing out typical sweet patterns such as cheese, pudding, and lollipops. The lining was silver-white and had a thick texture. She even prepared it carefully. Comes with matching shawl and hood, with buttons at the back for easy fastening.

The hat on the side is a typical pointed hat of a witch, with candy patterns also painted on it.

The fixed style limits the creativity, but every stitch is a labor of love, even more so than when making clothes for a doll.

"Xiao Xidi is leaving."

The witch put down her clothes sadly, raised the blond doll and murmured to herself, the doll's lips opening and closing accordingly.

The loose robe covered his face, hiding his expression.

"I have to go, I have to go, I have to go..."

Her pale hands tugged at the clothes prepared for her disciples. A slight blush appeared on Mal's face, and she rubbed them gently, as if to leave the smell behind.

In this way, as long as I think about the child wearing the clothes I made in the future, his whole body will be wrapped in his own scent——

"Hey Hey Hey……"

There is a saying that people always pretend to be in front of the people they care about. When an abnormal person behaves normally, it either means that she is cured or that she is hopeless.

……

On the [-]th, it was still raining.

There are many conveniences to knowing magic. For example, if you pay attention, you won't let your clothes get wet.

I put on a slightly heavy robe and a pointed hat. The size was right and it fit very well. The pockets inside the robe were filled with candies, and the hem was heavy against my legs.

Candy canes floated in the air, and backpacks of clothes hung from them.

"Is that so?"

Xidi followed her master's request, spread her hands, and stood in a circle, her dark clothes floating slightly.

Mal looked thoughtful, walked forward, put her hands on her disciple's shoulders, smoothed the wrinkles there, and then slid her hands down her waist. She looked back and forth and touched her before she felt relieved. Come:

"Yeah, the clothes fit very well, and little Xidi is also very cute."

Xidi shook her body, "If possible, I would like to hear a more appropriate adjective."

"pretty?"

"..."

That's still relatively neutral and cute.

The touch of a mature woman made his face turn slightly red, because his anemia was particularly obvious, and Mal couldn't help but fixate her eyes on his face.

He just thought it was normal reluctance when parting.

"Everything has been put away. I've also cleaned the house. As long as you don't leave it around and use magic to clean it regularly, it won't end up like when I first came here. My room has also been cleaned. You can read the books on the bookshelf at your leisure.

And your schedule has just been adjusted to that of a normal person in the past few days. Please don’t stay up late like before, even if you are a witch..."

Mal interrupted his thoughts by taking a step forward.

"It's so verbose, Xiao Xidi——"

The witch bent down and hugged him hard.

It was as if she wanted to keep him with her arms. The low body temperature mixed with the soft touch made Zongzi's face burn red in an instant.

He tried to struggle, but he was so stiff that he couldn't even move his hands and feet, let alone where to put them.

"I've never held you like this before," Mal whispered in his ear, "You're still a little kid."

No matter how precocious he is and how deeply he is involved in the magic, he is still just a child in terms of age. He dives headlong into the study of the magic and effectively avoids interpersonal interactions.

"Although I am also an incompetent adult, I can still say some things," the witch knelt down, pressed her head on her disciple's shoulder, and murmured softly.

"I know that you are strong and independent enough to live on your own, and you have your own understanding of magic. As long as you solve the problem of magic, you will become a great witch... But the world is too big, too complicated, and scary. When you encounter a problem that you cannot solve, When something happens, just go to the adults for help."