Run a Bakery In Another World

Cook happily followed Buck through the house handover procedures. And Sheila and Hanni started to tidy up the house. They originally planned to go to live in a hostel today. They didn't expect that they bought the house so smoothly and saved a day of hostel money. It was very important for them at this time. So Sheila and Hanni were very happy to pack up the house.

But the fact is that Hanni can’t do much work, and Shera’s little energy is limited. The two people just cleaned Hanni’s bed roughly, and put a little worn and clean clothes on the mat for Little Gunter to lie on it. There are not many other things that can be done.

Hanni can only take little Gunter with her breath, while Sheila sweeps the floor painfully with her broomstick. I heard that magicians like to fly around with broomsticks? But she hates brooms the most. The dust will fly while sweeping the floor, which is really troublesome.

Fortunately, Cook worked very quickly. When he came back, his family seemed to have the backbone, and when he came back, he bought quilts very wisely. Next, it seemed that it was all Cook's business. He went to the well at the end of the street to fetch water by himself, and then took the cloth and started cleaning the house, while Sheila could only follow behind to help roughly wipe the table.

Simply cleaned up the house, the family of four sat on the chairs left by the original owner and smiled at each other, as if they had returned to the original house in the village. The original fear and expectation also calmed down.

Dinner was the dry bread that Cook brought with them. They hadn't bought the iron pot to stew the soup, so they could only have a simple meal with water.

But even so, they are very satisfied.

Sheila lay on the bed and thought happily. The bed was a bit hard. Tomorrow Cook would buy another bedding.

However, when I got up the next day, I wanted to buy more than just bedding. Cook took Sheila to the market. The two began to buy daily necessities and kitchen utensils in large and small bags. The prices in the city were not surprisingly expensive, but It's not too unacceptable.

With their current savings, they can still dress up their new home.

In this way, the Pat’s house was finally packed while shopping.

Sheila has the room she dreams of. There is also a cabinet that Cooke specially bought for him to put clothes and things for her. Although she only has two sets of clothes, Hanni, who is showing signs of improvement, has agreed to Sheila. Will make her new clothes.

Sheila circled the room happily.

Then she remembered again, the piece of paper Alvin wrote to her.

Sheila hesitated with this piece of paper in her hand, wondering who she should call to ask what was written on it to be relieved, otherwise, she might have to tell Cook that she wants to learn to read?

Salat also has a primary school. Some scholars who can read but have difficulty in living at an ordinary level will open some enlightenment schools for their children. Generally, those who go to study are people who have a certain amount of savings at home. Sheila was lost in thought, to be honest-she didn't want to go to school at all!

Speaking of going to school, Sheila thought of her dream. She seemed to have been studying for many, many years, but it was a pity that all the words she knew could not be used in this world. Fortunately, her book of enchantment used what she knew. Text.

No matter what, she must learn the words of this world, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to be an illiterate, and she...will want to read books about magic in the future.

As Sheila thought, this was just an address, or she could still ask someone to ask what was written on it.

"Mom and Dad, I'll be back as soon as I go out."

For their daughter's love to run around, Cook and Hanni know very well, "You can't go too far, you must go home before dinner!"

"Okay, okay." Sheila responded casually, and ran out of the house with short legs.

Who can I call to help find the address? After thinking about it, she asked a passerby who looked kind and gentle, but it was of no use. The original words of the person were, "Little sister, I also know a few words. Yes, but I really don’t know what the words are."

Sheila didn't give up on asking who knew the characters here. After much inquiries, a kind aunt said that there is a bookstore on the East Street, and their boss should be able to understand characters.

The bookstore owner on East Street is a stubborn looking old man. The owner of the bookstore just looked at it for a few minutes. Then he handed the paper back to Sheila and said coldly, "I can't read it either."

"Ah..." Sheila muttered dejectedly after taking the piece of paper, "Why don't you understand..."

But after all, the old man in front of her helped her, Sheila still cheered up and bowed politely to the old man, "Thank you, I'm sorry!"

She lifted up and prepared to leave the bookstore and continue to think of a solution, but the old man stopped her, "Wait."

Sheila turned her head and looked at the bookstore owner suspiciously.

"This character is not the Chinese character, nor is it like the characters of other countries." The old man sat up slightly.

"Huh?" Sheila looked at the old man blankly, what is this word?

No matter how confused Sheila was, the old man didn't say anything, just put on his single frame and picked up his newspaper again.

Seeing this old man who obviously didn't want to answer her words, Sheila could only lift up her skirt and walked out of the bookstore with a confused look.

It was too weird, Sheila squatted on the side of the street, feeling depressed.

She walked back to her home in distress, but was stopped by someone on the way home.

"Hey, little girl!"

Sheila turned her head when she heard the sound, and found that the person calling him was a strange middle-aged uncle. The uncle was wearing a dirty carpentry uniform, and there was a special carving tool on his clothes.

The uncle looked at Sheila's lovely blue eyes and showed a smile that made him look kind, but the exaggerated muscles of his arms combined with his national character face made his smile a bit counterintuitive.

Kind of like a bad uncle who lied to a child.

"Uh, hello, uncle, what's the matter?" Sheila took a step back cautiously.

This kind of small gesture was naturally seen by Hansen. He scratched his head, "Little sister, I think you have been asking with a paper all afternoon, or can I help you?"

Followed myself all afternoon!

Sheila looked horrified, looking at Hansen as if looking at a pervert. But she is so immature now, how can she escape the devil's grasp.

Sheila took a step back again, speeding up her evacuation in an instant. Sheila, who ran away in an instant, made Hansen hard to react, but she hurried to chase after everyone was gone, "Eh, little sister, I'm not a bad person..."

How can a bad person say that he is a bad person, fool!

Sheila ignored what the man said, her calf stepped faster!

Originally thought that he would definitely be able to get rid of the person in front of him, but Sheila only turned the corner, and the uncle appeared in front of him again, holding on to the wall and panting. Sheila looked at the incredible phenomenon before her in shock. What is it? Big change alive?

Hansen touched the sweat on his forehead, and worked hard to show a kind smile, "Little sister, I call you because you seem to be looking for me."

Sheila was a little trapped, "Huh? What?"

"Oh, I mean, the address on your paper seems to be my lumber factory..." Hansen said quickly, afraid that the little girl in front of him would run away again.

Sheila didn't know what to say anymore, so she could only look at him blankly, "How do you know what I wrote on paper?"

Hansen smiled awkwardly, "I used a little..." At this point, Hansen looked around the street. Because it was close to the main street, there were more people. Someone glanced at them from time to time, probably feeling It's a bit strange.

After Hansen looked left and right, he half-covered his mouth and whispered, "Magic~"

At this moment, Sheila understood completely, her expression eased, and instead she looked at Hansen with a weird look, "Are you that?"

"Which?"

"That's it!" Sirabi made a magic gesture.

And Hansen nodded confidently, "Of course!" He blinked at Sheila, "If you don't believe me, come with me."

Sheila thought about it, and chose to believe in the strange uncle in front of him. Although he looked a little weird, he still had that silly look, shouldn't he be a bad person?

So Sheila followed the uncle and walked into a dessert shop.

Sheila looked at the uncle who bought a bunch of sweets, including all kinds of sweets, as well as donuts, dry cheese, etc. Sheila had never eaten before, and picked some in a mess.

In the expression of Siramom's circle, the uncle handed the oil paper bag to Sheila.

"?" Sheila took the paper bag inexplicably.

"Eat, I'm really a good uncle!" Hansen pointed his thumb at himself, showing a confident smile with eight teeth.

Sheila who didn't know what to say: "..."

Then Hansen took Sheila to his lumber factory.

The lumber mill is on the north side of Salat, not far from the main street. As soon as Sheila walked in, she found that the area was not very large, and she looked like a small workshop. Moreover, this workshop is also very messy, with many uncleaned sawdust and a lot of thick wood piled up in a mess.

Probably seeing Sheila's expression on the sawdust, Hansen closed the door of his lumber mill, walked a few steps to Sheila and snapped his fingers.

As a result, Sheila saw the magic that shocked her every time she watched. The finely divided sawdust was condensed into a small ball by Hansen using wind magic energy, and then placed into the trash can next to it lightly, which was extremely efficient. Sweeper.

At this moment, Sheila's last doubt was gone, she looked at the weird uncle in front of her with an admiring look.

"Okay, come in, little girl, what's your name?" Hansen led Sheila to a small house on the edge of the lumber mill.

Sheila followed him and said in a good voice, "My name is Sheila Patrick."

"Oh, what a nice name!" Hansen turned around and Sheila poured a glass of milk.

Sheila hadn't drunk such an expensive thing as milk in this world. She took the cup and took a sip carefully.

Familiar with the taste of nostalgia, it is still hot. Obviously just now, what she saw was Hansen pouring out of an ordinary pot.

"Are you wondering why it's hot?" Hansen cracked a smile, "Of course it's because of magic!"

"But, I didn't see you draw a magic circle, nor did I see you using a wand..." Sheila said.

"Hahahaha, this kind of pediatric magic requires a magic circle and a staff to be too ridiculous." Hansen shook his head triumphantly.

Sheila didn't know much about the magical world, so she didn't dare to ask any more, so she changed the subject and said, "Uncle, what's your name?"

"Just call me Uncle Hansen."

"Okay, Uncle Hansen." Sheila yelled obediently, and asked a little awkwardly, "You just said that you followed me for an afternoon? Why did you just come to me just now?" You know, she asked for directions. After an afternoon, no one knew it. Finally, someone said that this text was not the language of the country, feeling that she was about to expose the magical world.

Hansen laughed, "I followed you because of your hands. I didn't know what you wanted to do at first. Then I followed you all the way to the bookstore. I heard what the owner of the bookstore said, so I used magic I took a look and found that your paper seems to be the address of my factory." Hansen explained patiently.

"My hands?" It was the second time, because her hands exposed her identity again, or attracted the attention of others. Sheila raised her hands and looked at her. It was obvious that only her concentration could see the magic elements, but as long as she could perceive magic, she noticed that there were problems with her hands.

Sheila asked uncomfortably, "Will your magicians keep staring at others? Everyone on the street is staring?"

"Seeing the world with the magic eye is a skill that every magician must learn. In the state of the magic eye, it is the most sensitive state. Otherwise, if someone attacks you, you will miss it, and you will suffer if you are secretly calculated." Hansen answered Sheila's question dumbly.

However, such a powerful magician made Sheila even more insecure, "After that, as long as I walk by the magician by my side, will I study my hands?"

"Your hands are indeed very special. Obviously your body is a magic whiteboard, but every time you walk, the swing of your hands will attract the magic molecules swept in the air to your hands. This phenomenon is too strange. They should be very interested in reporting to the old antiques in the Magic Tower of Mistry." Hansen touched his chin, his eyes fixed on Sheila's small hand on the table.

Hansen’s words gave Sheila the feeling that she was about to become the guinea pig of the old monsters. She had chills and rubbed her hands vigorously. However, the facts are as Hansen said, the magic elements will be The moment she rubbed and flew, it slowly fell on her hand.

How does the so-called "golden hand" in the book of enchantment feel more like a "troublesome hand".

Sheila was crying and suddenly didn't know where to put her hand.

"Hahaha, don't be so pessimistic, I feel that your little hand should be an unprecedented treasure!" Hansen smiled and said, "You are looking for me to join the Magic Association?"

"Oh, I don't know." Sheila has forgotten about her finding the address of the Magic Association, thinking about what to do with her hands, "Uncle Hansen, how many magicians does Sarat have?" She was a little bit. Fear of being abducted accidentally as a research object.

"This season shouldn't be much. It's August now. There are no magicians here. The most time for Sarat magicians should be in February and March. At that time, Warcraft just woke up from hibernation, mostly because of hunger. The physique has also deteriorated, and it’s easier to hunt.” Hansen knew what Sheila was worried about after he said it. After thinking about it, he continued with Sheila, “There is someone in the Magic Association who can make magic tools. Starting at the price, you can ask."

"But I have no money." Sheila said dejectedly.

"There will always be." Hansen felt that Sheila was not an ordinary girl at a glance, and he continued, "The Magic Association is still a relatively free organization, and there is no obligation. I think you should come to the Magic Association too. There is a preliminary understanding that there is only one spirit of the association-you must not maliciously do anything to harm mankind!" Hansen said at the end, with a solemn expression in his eyes.

Although Sheila knew about the justice of the Magic Association, it was the first time she heard of its principles. Although it was very simple, Sheila was shocked by the kindness and dedication to justice revealed in it.

"I want to join!" After hearing this principle, Sheila, who was originally not sure, was full of affection for the Magic Association, "I would like to join!"

Hansen gave a gentle smile to Sheila's answer, and even his eyes became more like an elder, Hansen said, "My eyes are right, you are a good boy!"

"So how do you join?"

Hansen smiled, "The joining of new members needs to be reviewed. It is not anyone who wants to join. I will report your information first. After the application is approved, you can get the seal of the Magic Association." Hansen said, again Weird said mysteriously, "I still know everything about magic."

"Oh, okay, do you need me to fill in the information? You know, I don't understand words." Sheila said embarrassedly.

"Hahaha, literacy is very important, Little Sheila, in the future you will have to learn literacy, besides your own country, you also need to know magic words."

"Magic text?"

"It's the one on your paper. All people who need to deal with magic have to learn it. Where do you come from? You don't even know everything about magic now that you write an address in magic words?" Hansen side As he said, he rummaged through boxes and cabinets looking for something.

She was angry when she talked about this, but what else could she do, she could only gritted her teeth and said, "Written by an idiot healer!"

"Hahaha, that's really funny, is it on purpose?" Hansen, who unknowingly broke the gap, continued to look for his things.

"Who knows!" Sheila said angrily.

On the other side, Alvin, who wandered deep in the forest, was still carefully plucking a rare magic grass, but he suddenly broke his head when he just picked the magic grass. He wrinkled his newly heroic eyebrows, "I seem to What have you forgotten?"

After thinking for a long time without thinking about it, he gently put the magic grass on the ground, "Nothing, it should be nothing important."