Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

"Hiss—it's so cold..."

When the fruit enters the mouth, it is a bit bitter at first, but after chewing, it turns into a light sweet and sour taste, as well as a special fragrance. While breathing, there was a strong cold feeling in the mouth.

Unlike the feeling of eating other ice-attribute fruits, the coolness of this fruit seems to be purely due to its taste.

"Not very tasty..."

The girl's small face wrinkled, she ate the fruit in her hand in small bites, and then looked at the remaining bunch of fruits, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Annie, help me get rid of this."

Fiona rolled her eyes, and stuffed the remaining fruit into Annie's hand beside her. Annie smiled softly, took the fruit that the girl didn't want to eat anymore, held it in her hand, and accompanied the girl to continue walking into the alley.

The few people who gathered just now did not disturb the girls. Before they had time to enter the alley, they were quickly approached by a group of city guards who came from nowhere.

Several waves of magic power flashed by, and several people who were caught off guard suddenly fell into paralysis, and were skillfully carried away by guards in pairs. There is also a special person next to him to maintain the ignore enchantment, so as to avoid causing too much commotion.

The whole process took less than half a minute, and with the departure of the last sweeping guard, apart from a few people suddenly disappearing at the entrance of the alley, nothing seemed to have happened.

Soon, the guards interrogated the result, but it was just a few unscrupulous foreign beetle thieves. When they came to Karlas, they saw that this place was very prosperous, so they became greedy and planned to get some votes here.

After succeeding several times, their courage grew stronger and stronger. Seeing the bulging wallet in the girl's hand, and there were no guards beside her, she couldn't help feeling a little contemptuous, thinking that it was just two noble girls who sneaked out to play.

But he didn't want to choose the wrong target and hit the wrong person.

What awaits them next will be an extremely long prison——

The quiet alley was not long, and the two walked and watched, and soon approached the other end of the alley.

"Annie, look, what is that? It seems to be an owl and a swift squirrel!"

Walking, Fiona stopped, and her eyes were attracted by a stall by the roadside.

There are many exquisite straw weaves on the stalls, including some common small animals, dolls, small carriages and other decorative items, as well as some practical items such as straw sandals and baskets.

Its color has three colors: light white, beige and brown, all of which are the primary colors of hay.

"That's straw, ma'am. A craft made of hay."

Annie took a look and explained to Fiona.

These are really strange things.

Fiona thought, this was the first time she had seen something like straw weaving. Before that, she had only read the introduction of witch straw weaving in books. They are said to act like real animals and make good scouts.

"What do you need? Two lovely ladies."

The stall owner was an old woman with white hair. When she saw a customer, she sat on a small stool and looked up at the two of them, showing a kind smile.

Next to him was a little boy with brown-red hair, wearing a slightly loose burlap dress, he seemed to be the grandson of the old man.

He is sitting cross-legged on the ground like the old man, and is learning to weave a simple grass doll out of two-color hay. It can be seen that he has studied very hard, and his blushing face is already faintly sweating.

Hearing the voice, the little boy also raised his head, his nimble black pupils swept over the two of them, then paused on the fruit in Annie's hand, and swallowed quietly. Then he lowered his head again and worked hard to weave the straw in his hand.

Fiona gently picked up a straw owl and looked at it carefully.

This straw braid is about the size of two fists, with brown hay as its back feathers and wing feathers. The abdomen is woven of pale white hay, dotted with brown hay.

The cheeks are cleverly made of light white hay to make the feathers look fluffy,

There are two shiny copper coins inlaid in the eye sockets, and a twig is held on the brown claws, the whole is wonderful and pretty.

"Miss, have you taken a fancy to this weaving owl? It is made of sun-dried pineapple and bluebells, and only eighty copper coins are enough."

The old woman watched Fiona's movements with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

"Grandma, can this owl fly and sing?"

Hearing Fiona's question, the old woman was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.

"Haha, little girl, don't be joking. How could a straw owl fly? Maybe those mages have the ability, but I don't have the ability, old lady."

"I can't move..."

After hearing what the old woman said, Fiona couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

"Forget it, if you can't fly, then it's meaningless."

Fiona shook her head lightly, and put down the straw.

"Little girl, if you want straw that can fly, you shouldn't come here. Looking at your clothes, you shouldn't be ordinary people, right? I don't have anything related to professionals here."

The old man smiled and looked at Fiona's face, making her a little embarrassed.

"It's actually like this. I want to choose a gift for my brother, but I don't know what to choose, so I just walk around and look around."

After thinking about it, Fiona still told the old man her purpose.

"A gift."

The old woman stood up tremblingly, and picked up a pale white straw wind chime from the booth. Eight pale white grass ropes of different lengths hang down from the bottom of the wind chime, and a Mangul tree fruit is tied under each grass rope. ①

"How about this lucky wind chime? It is made of blue bells that have dried naturally in the sun. It is said that hanging one of this kind of wind chime under the eaves can bring good luck to people in the family, and it is very suitable as a gift."

"Bring good luck?"

Fiona froze for a moment, then took the wind chime handed over by the old man. The wind chime itself has a nice sunny smell, and the falling mangul berries collide lightly, making a slight clatter.

"Well, well, then I want a wind chime like this."

The girl looked at it, but didn't feel anything special, and it still didn't meet the standard of a gift in her heart. But she was kind-hearted and didn't want to take away the old man's kindness, so she decided to buy this wind chime.

"Not satisfied? Don't force it, kind little girl."

The old woman keenly sensed what was going on in Fiona's heart, and smiled kindly at her.

"Did you know? Miss, this kind of lucky wind chime is actually related to a legend that has been circulated privately among us straw weavers."

While talking, the old man turned around, took out a piece of pale white hay from the basket beside the little boy, and handed it to Fiona.

"This is a bluebell, a very common weed. You can find them almost anywhere in the fields, by the streams, or on the mountains.

In the crimson rain moon and blazing sun moon every year, they will bloom small flowers like white wind chimes. The number of its flowers is usually between seven and fourteen.

But if you walk into a field of bluebells, girl, you will find that most bluebells have ten, twelve, and fourteen flowers.

Maybe occasionally you can see seven, eight, eleven, thirteen bluebells.

But only the nine bluebells, even if you search the entire field, you may not be able to see—"

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①: A kind of tree fruit similar to pine cone, the texture is relatively hard.