Chapter 7 7: Who made me like to play with little boys
Looking at the graceful and luxurious strange lady in front of him, Ian felt some inevitable nervousness.
Although he has the talent to enter a confusing environment, he has only met two people in this world.
The lady in front of me is the third one.
This is the world of the dead.
Who knows what kind of identity and past this lady has?
“You are?”
Ian quietly prepared to run away.
Facing Ian's question, the young woman raised her eyebrows slightly.
"That poor girl, following your wanderer friend, went looking for ridiculous golden apples. How could there be golden apples in such a ghost place."
Her words were obviously somewhat sarcastic.
Rogue friends?
As soon as Ian thought about it, he realized that the person the mysterious young woman was talking about should be another friend of his. This friend is a wandering revenant like Ariana.
Pandro Nateg.
A very common name for a young man who is passionate about exploration. This is probably why the mysterious young woman in front of him is called "Wanderer".
Pandro has been tirelessly exploring this world for many, many years, even in a trance. In his own words, he lost track of time.
He is such a soul that has lived for at least a thousand years, but his face miraculously remains around fifteen years old. Perhaps this is the magic of the trance. According to Ariana, who is also in this world, when she first met Pandro, Pandro had that young face.
I don’t know if Pandro has offended the mysterious young woman in front of him.
Have a friendship?
What kind of friendship?
Ian couldn't contain his desire for gossip.
He also didn’t know much about Pandro Natge. His impression of this friend was that he had the wisdom of an elder and the spirit of a young man.
Occasionally a little silly.
Presumably it is not a character that appears in the original work. After all, Ian has never heard of this name either from history or from his understanding of the original work.
I don’t know what kind of obsession it is.
That's why Pandro Nateg stayed in this trance-like fantasy for so many years.
As for an adventure mission like "Looking for Golden Apples", it does seem like something Pandro would do, and taking Ariana as a partner is also his style.
Ian remembered that Pandro once took his five-year-old self and said with great interest that he was going to find the despicable Herbo, the most notorious dark wizard in the wizarding world.
Me?
Five years old?
Fighting the despicable Herbo?
Ian still feels outrageous every time he thinks about this past.
“Is this golden apple the golden apple in the fairy tale as I understand it?”
Looking at the elegant young woman in black dress in front of him, Ian tried his best to keep his attitude as humble as possible. Some, and he also tried to take advantage of his youth to make an innocent expression.
“Fancy things, do you expect golden apple trees to bloom in this world?” The noble lady was still sarcastic, looking at Ian as if she were looking at a fool.
"The last apple tree was cut down long ago when I was alive, not to mention that there are no golden apples in the trance." The woman's tone was very firm.
“Are there golden apples in this world?”
Ian was a little stunned.
At this time, the mysterious young woman turned her head, her beautiful face suddenly approached Ian, and she even took two steps forward. The scent of roses hits my face.
Ian quickly backed away.
The mysterious young woman was too oppressive, whether it was from her aura or anything else.
"What do you think is a fairy tale? Do wizards count?"
As soon as these words came out.
Ian was asked directly by the other party and was speechless.
Looking at Ian in front of him.
The mysterious young woman suddenly smiled.
"Although you are indeed a fool, as stupid as a pig, but who makes you different?" She raised her white finger and pointed at the looming castle in the forest in the distance.
"If you want to learn magic, go find me there."
Ian followed the direction of her finger and saw that the appearance of the building was eroded by time, looking ancient and After entering the gloomy castle, I suddenly realized something.
It turns out that this woman is the witch from the castle that Ariana often mentioned!
really. My impulse to run away is not cowardly! Just the instinct of a wizard! Um! That's it...this must be the natural ability to sense powerful wizards!
“What do I need to pay?”
Ian tried to make amends for himself in his mind. Faced with the invitation given by the mysterious witch, he behaved Very cautious, after all, there is no such thing as a free lunch.
“Huh?”
The witch looked at Ian with a surprised expression, and even took steps to circle around Ian, letting her black robe slide on the dirt floor.
But it is not contaminated at all.
"It seems that you still don't know how special you are..."
The witch sneered.
Soon.
Another fancy change of face.
"Of course, you are able to understand the rules of the wizarding world at a young age, which means that you are only temporarily stupid, which is not a bad thing in this world."
The witch stopped Footsteps, looking into Ian's eyes.
"If you really want to follow the principle of equivalent exchange, then bring my magic mirror back to me."
After she finished saying this, Ian There was a trace of memory in her beautiful eyes, but soon her tone returned to being cold.
The nostalgic look also disappeared without a trace.
"Find my mirror and bring it to me... you will learn the most powerful magic from me."
"Mirror?"
Ian frowned, Some doubts.
The witch didn't respond, just showed a meaningful smile.
"Actually, even if you don't get the mirror, you can still come to me to learn." She smiled a little mysteriously, and she didn't know if she was deliberately trying to scare Ian.
"Who made me like to play with little boys."
Slightly evil words.
The witch just finished speaking.
Ian felt that his time was up. In his last vision, he only saw the graceful witch, quietly watching him slowly become transparent and then disappear.
After losing the sound of the discussion between the two.
The whole town became silent again.
The witch's expression slowly turned silent, she turned around, stepped on the cobblestone path with her high heels, walked into the quiet forest, and returned to her castle.
The castle stands in the clearing of the forest, with vines entwined around the high bluestone wall. There are mottled traces of time on the wall, and the sharp spires pierce into the dark clouds.
The weather here.
It's completely two extremes from the small town.
Gloomy and heavy, but when you push open the heavy sliding door and walk in, you will see the magnificent scene in the castle - a carved marble table is placed in the center of the spacious hall, and the table is covered with tiles. There was a bright red silk tablecloth with gold-rimmed tableware scattered on it, and the roaring fire in the fireplace reflected the shadow of the exquisite murals on the wall.
The story of the knight and princess in the painting seems to be resurrected in the light of the fire.
The witch walked elegantly. From the first moment she walked into the castle, everything around her began to work automatically.
The candlelight lit up one by one, the tablecloth flew from the air and fell on the table. It was laid automatically. The tableware was placed neatly. All kinds of food floated out from the kitchen and the food was placed. Put it on the plate and fly out neatly to the table.
Among them, there is also a roasted golden and shiny little suckling pig.
The witch just glanced at it. She was silent at first, and suddenly whispered: "I have already seen a stupid pig today, and I don't want to see him again."
After saying that, the little suckling pig Returning to the kitchen from the air, a lamb soon flew onto the dining table in the same way.
The clothes on the witch were also shimmering with invisible magic stars, making them extremely neat and clean. She didn't eat, but walked slowly to the bedroom.
"Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, who is the most beautiful woman in the world..."
In the empty room, the witch seemed to be talking to herself, sitting in front of the dressing table that lacked a mirror, murmuring in a low voice with a slightly self-deprecating and complicated voice.
(End of this chapter)