Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

　　 "Hey-it's so cold..."

The entrance of 　　 fruit is a bit bitter at first, but after chewing it turns into a light sweet and sour taste, and a special fragrance. As I breathed, there was a strong cold feeling in my mouth.

　　 Different from eating other ice-based fruits, the coolness of this kind of fruit seems to be purely because of its taste.

　　 "Not so delicious..."

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

　　 "Annie, help me deal with this."

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

　　 The few people who had just gathered did not disturb the girls. Before they could enter the alley, they were quickly found by a group of city guards who had come from nowhere.

　　 Several waves of magical power flashed past, and the few people who were caught off guard were paralyzed, and they were skillfully carried away by the guards in pairs. There is a special person nearby who keeps ignoring the enchantment to avoid causing excessive commotion.

　　 The whole process took less than half a minute. As the last sweeping guard left, apart from a few people suddenly evaporated at the alley, it seemed that nothing had happened.

　　 Soon, the guards interrogated the result, but it was just a few small alien beetles who didn't open their eyes. They came to Karllas and saw that it was very prosperous, so they became greedy and planned to get a few votes here.

After 　　 succeeded several times, their courage grew stronger and stronger. Seeing the bulging purse in the girl's hand, and there was no guard beside her, she couldn't help but despise her, thinking it was just two noble girls who sneaked out to play.

　　 But I don't want to choose the wrong person, and I hit someone who shouldn't be hit.

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

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

　　 "Annie, look, what is that? It looks like an owl and a swift squirrel!"

　　Walking, Fiona stopped, her eyes were drawn to a stall by the side of the road.

　　 There are many exquisite straw weaves on the booth, some common decorative objects such as small animals, small dolls, and small carriages, as well as some practical objects such as straw shoes and baskets.

　　 Its colors are pale white, beige and brown, all of which are the primary colors of hay.

　　 "That's straw weaving, miss. A craft made of hay."

　　 Annie took a look and explained to Fiona.

　　 These are really strange things.

　　 Fiona thought, it was the first time she saw something like straw. Before that, she had only seen the introduction of witches' cursive in the book. It is said that they can act like real animals and are good scouts.

　　 "Is there anything you need? Two lovely ladies."

　　 The stall owner is a gray-haired old woman. Seeing a customer, she sat on a small stool and looked up at the two of them, showing a kind smile.

Next to 　　 there is a little boy with brown-red hair. He is wearing a slightly generous burlap clothes, which seems to be the grandson of an old man.

　　 He sat cross-legged on the ground like the old man, learning to weave a simple grass doll from two-color hay. It can be seen that he has studied very hard, and the red face has faintly sweated.

　　 Hearing the voice, the little boy also raised his head, his black pupils swept over the two of them, then he 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 lightly picked up an owl straw and looked at it carefully.

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

　　'S cheeks are cleverly constructed with pale white hay to look like fluffy feathers, two shiny copper coins are inlaid in the eye sockets, and a small branch is held on the brown paws. The whole is wonderful and pretty.

　　 "Two young ladies, did you like this owl straw? It is woven from dried plow and bluebells. It only needs eighty copper coins."

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

　　 "Old lady, can this owl fly and tweet?"

　　 Hearing Fiona’s question, the old woman was taken aback, then smiled and shook her head.

　　 "Haha, don't be kidding me, little girl, how can a straw owl fly? Maybe the masters of the mages have this ability, but I don't have this ability, old lady."

　　 "It won't move..."

　　 Fiona couldn't help but feel disappointed when she heard the old woman's words.

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

　　 Fiona shook her head slightly and put the straw down.

　　 "Little girl, if you want flying straw, you shouldn't come here. Look at the clothes of the two, shouldn't they be ordinary people? I don't have anything related to professionals here."

　　 The old man smiled and looked at Fiona's face with a smile, 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 walked around and looked around."

　　 Fiona thought for a while, and told the old man her purpose.

　　 "Gift."

　　 The old woman stood up tremblingly, and picked up a pale white straw wind chime from the booth. Eight light white straw ropes of various lengths hang below the wind chimes, and under each straw rope is a mangul tree fruit. ①

"How about this lucky wind chime? It is woven from bluebells that are naturally dried in the sun. It is said that hanging a wind chime like this under the eaves ~www.novelmt.com~ can bring good luck to people in the family, very Suitable as a gift."

"Bring good luck?"

　　 Fiona was taken aback, and took the wind chime that the old man handed over. The wind chime itself has a nice smell of sunlight, and the falling Mangul tree fruits lightly bumped and made a slight click.

　　 "Well, okay, let's have a wind chime like this."

　　 The girl looked at it, but she didn't feel anything special, she still didn't reach the standard of the gift in her heart. But because of her kind nature, she didn't want to get rid of the old man's kindness, so she decided to buy this wind chime.

　　 "Aren't you satisfied? Don't be forced, kind girl."

　　 The old woman keenly noticed Fiona's thoughts in her heart, and smiled kindly at her.

　　 "Did you know? Little girl, this lucky wind chime is actually related to a legend that circulates privately among our straw weaving artists."

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

　　"This is bluebells, a very common weed. You can find them almost anywhere in the fields, streams, and mountains.

　　In the Feiyu Moon and Sun Moon every year, they will bloom small flowers like white wind chimes. The number of 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 you can occasionally see seven, eight, eleven, and thirteen bellflowers.

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

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　　①: A tree fruit similar to a pine cone, with a firm texture.