Blooming Tower of the West Wind

A fool would let this opportunity go, Theron sat down obediently, Hipper stuffed a cushion for her to lean on, and gave her a cup of milk tea, "Drinking something hot will make you feel better, don't look outside, put your coat on Take it off, it's too hot and you'll get motion sickness."

How can this be done?Theron looked at her innocently and blinked.Hipper drew the curtains, and manipulated the carriage entirely by relying on the light mirror and the special manipulation skills of the earth elements.

Leaning on the backrest, Theron could feel the carriage leaning forward, which meant that they had left the mountainous area and were heading for Table Mountain City, and the occasional cart passing them proved this point.

She was actually a little afraid of going back to Aime Cortes, afraid that Hipper would return to her indifference after returning to the lonely tower in the desert, but the road was advancing a little bit, and they were also approaching the end of the journey little by little.

So when she returned to Dead Leaf City, she hurriedly grabbed Hipper who was about to go deep into the guild, and said without thinking: "We... how about we go have a dessert? Once... The classmate who was reviewing with me introduced me to a store."

Hipper immediately agreed, and Theron has been through so much without her knowing it, has new friends, has been to new places, and she has never been able to participate in it, and has always felt regretful.

The store is in the other direction entirely, and they're walking down the street, and Hipper somehow recalls the first time they brought her into the city, when they had a big dog with a water lord behind them, too In this way, stroll down this street.

"Theron..." She couldn't help calling out to the girl next to her, "Do you still remember..."

"Ok?"

"When I first brought you to town."

"Of course I remember. You led me straight forward. I wanted to see everything. At that time, I could only see my waist." The girl tiptoed and looked forward. Now she can see most people's faces. overhead.

Then she turned her head and glanced unconsciously at Hipper's hand. Hipper smiled and took her hand. Theron tried to stay calm and looked back at her.

Hipper smiled and asked, "Where the hell are we going?"

"Hmm...Actually, it's near the twins' house, on Adrian Street. During the exam, they often told me that 'only desserts can soothe the soul when the revision is very desperate'. I ate many kinds of cakes during that time. "

Hipper chuckled and said, "Not only that, high-intensity mental work makes people need the comfort of sweets, don't you think we also eat a lot of sweets?"

But the desserts at home are basically only lava cakes and whipped cream muffins, and the things made by the fire lord are not as "flavorful" as those made by humans.This small shop facing the street is very clean and tidy. After Theron entered, he ordered his share of black cocoa cake, but the old mage ordered a very girly dessert, a cheesecake with whipped cream and strawberry jam, which looked pink and bright. .

"Mr. Emerson likes to eat sweets very much. Sometimes he cooks and makes cakes for everyone. Not only cakes, but also small croissants, cookies, finger cakes and mille-feuilles. Those who are engaged in high-intensity mental work People seem to have a special fondness for sweets, as if eating a piece of cake can keep burning all afternoon."

"Yes, yes, sometimes we just study here." She raised her head and greeted a person, but she hesitated when introducing Hipper.

"This is my...uh..."

Hipper looked up and smiled, "Sister." The apparent indifference on her face, however, repelled Theron's friend, preventing him from further attempts to speak to Theron.

Just want to be alone, thank you.

"Your friend is still taking the test, huh?" She had just seen Theron's friend still holding a reference book.

"Well...he still has a part-time job, and he doesn't study all the time like me."

Hipper stirred her share of honey lemon tea, staring thoughtfully at the swirl in the cup, Theron was a little uneasy, and really couldn't figure out what Hipper was thinking.

However, the Archmage was in frustration. If it was Virgil, he would definitely take the opportunity to get acquainted with all of Theron's friends, easily turn everyone into his eyeliner, and then grasp Theron's whereabouts.

But she just didn't have such a skill, or in other words, she couldn't bear to use it at all, but she was burning with strong jealousy, and the idea of ​​knowing who Theron was dating was about to burst out.

"Would you like...a taste of mine?" Theron tried to start a new topic, lest there be too much silence between the two of them.

Hipper nodded incomprehensibly, and stretched out a spoon to cut a small piece from Theron's plate, and stuffed it into her own mouth. The slightly bitter taste and sweet breath flooded into her nostrils, which she always felt familiar for no reason. After thinking about it carefully, it complements Theron's own smell, like the warm west wind that wanders thousands of miles.

She couldn't help raising her head to look at the strange beast she was about to release into the wilderness, but unexpectedly found that Theron was looking at her pitifully. As a matter of course, she cut her own cake and fed it to Theron's mouth, asking: "Do you want to eat me too?"

However, Theron's expression was rather surprised, she opened her mouth blankly, her soft lips were covered with rich and delicate cream and sticky jam, and the residue stuck on her lips was licked off by her tongue.

Hipper watched the scene from beginning to end, pursing his lips inexplicably.

It took her a long time to realize that Theron didn't want to exchange different flavors of snacks with her, and she frowned slightly puzzled and asked, "...Huh? What do you want to ask me?"

Theron was still wandering, barely came to his senses, and asked: "...do you like me?"

"Not bad, not bad." Hipper nodded vigorously to cover up the embarrassment just now, but the expression looked very exaggerated, which Theron understood as a perfunctory word of "dislike".

She lowered her head sullenly, and asked unwillingly, "Then what about the kind you ate yourself?"

"I like it quite a bit, it's very different from what Elvis made." She unconsciously poked at the remaining cakes in her hand, messing them up like Ling Chi, then raised her head with a deliberate smile and said, "Hmm...maybe We can try something else next time, huh?"

"Of course I'd be more than happy to bring you here if you'd like."

Under her sincere gaze, Hipper felt a little fever on his face again, eager to find the next topic, and there it was—"Your table is broken, do you want a brand new one, or take the old one for repair? "

Can this kind of thing be repaired--Theron's impression, metal and stone can be repaired by melting-fusion process, but wood?

"... Will there be any change in appearance?"

Hipper smiled and said, "The artisan will remove the broken part and replace it with a new one, and try to make it exactly the same."

"Then I want to fix it." The table is full of memories. She has had a secret love for... I don't know how long. Hipper once stood beside her to teach her to read and write, and once leaned on the table to talk to her. No need, she doesn't like having anything else replace it.

"Okay, we will come to the city tomorrow and let the craftsmen from the furniture store come to the house to take away the broken parts."

"Then, the carriage?"

Hipper pretended to be thinking seriously, but he was happy because Theron spontaneously found a topic, and even the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

But she frowned deliberately and said, "It's a problem."

"One, where do ordinary mages put it?"

"Of course it's at home. Ordinary mages wouldn't build the mage tower in such a hard-to-reach place." Of course she was referring to Aymecortes, but Emerson's Selon Kron was also "difficult to reach". The road was covered with weeds, and the road was almost invisible, and the stones that paved the road were taken away by the surrounding rats or birds to build their nests.

"Then, then sell it?"

Hipper pursed her lips and smiled, "What if we need to go somewhere else?"

She said that she might go to another place... Theron's eyes widened slightly, but only this sentence echoed in his mind.Did she mean she might go on a trip with me?Just use this car?Is she satisfied with our trip?It is not at all the same as all the answers that were too conservative in the past!

"We can foster it like we fostered Tius in...err..."

"Good idea." Theron just made a suggestion, but the archmage seemed to be so sure, and finally the carriage was deposited in the warehouse of her dwarf friend.

Opposite the dwarves' house is the slowly flowing Winton River and the peach trees all over the hillside. Unfortunately, the cold war and the attack of the lich caused the two of them to miss the flowering period again. Hipper said regretfully: "We can only wait until next year." gone."

The old dwarf comforted: "It doesn't matter, at least you won't miss the peaches! Don't forget to eat them in July!"

After the desk was taken away, they had to work on the same desk for a long time. Since Hipper's desk itself was designed for single use, the two of them had to sit very close to each other—although there was no As close as in Mortanlo's library, but far closer than ever.

Hipper is used to spreading things that need to be used all over the table. Unfortunately, the disciples she taught also have this bad habit. The table is crowded in an instant, so that they have to draw boundaries , one person uses half of it.

Compared with this, what was more inconvenient for Hipper was that she couldn't secretly write her unicorn diary in this kind of environment, so that she missed a lot of interesting things, which made her deeply regretful, but later she She used a small notebook to write down the key words to make up for this regret, thus making the whole disturbed life reach a level that she is very satisfied with.

The author has something to say: No one left a message if it was not sweet, and no one left a message if it was sweet, so it was very hopeless...