What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Ancestral spirit is a very special kind of guardian spirit. It is called in a more understandable way. It can be called "ancestral blessing" or "ancestral manifestation". Even in wizard families, they are all met but not sought exist.

The Rothbart family summoned ancestors as guardian spirits from generation to generation, which is a low-profile version of the simulated ancestor spirit.

However, Bansi prefers to describe the ancestral spirits as "a collection of elders' desire to protect", which can be said to be the ultimate embodiment of "for your own good" to a certain extent.

Adopting a child is one hundred years old, and when he reaches one hundred and one, he still can't let go.

It is roughly based on such obsessions, adding the right time, place and people as auxiliary materials. Ancestral spirits often appear in large families with a long history and a tradition of living together, and they belong to a very small number of family guardian spirits.

The guardian object of the ancestral spirit is the family, and it will guard every family member and safeguard the integrity of the family.

This can explain why Tan Yalin has lived in peace and stability under the long-term murderous intent and hatred of her children - as long as Tan Yalin herself does not waver, then as a member of the family, and the head of the family, she will always be regarded as the head of the family. The ancestral spirits are protected from any malicious infringement.

As long as she doesn't waver.

But she was shaken.

Perhaps since seeing Tan Yuping and Tan Xueshu have not had a good life for so many years, she has vaguely regretted it, but relying on the creed that has been building her life to keep telling herself that she is right and that she will not be unhappy. The reason for this is attributed to the children's resistance to her arrangement, and the subconscious avoids delving into this issue.

She can do no wrong.

As long as she follows the arrangement, her life will not go wrong.

Tan Yalin used this logic to convince herself, until standing in front of the painting given to her by her eldest son, the answer to the question was placed in front of her, and she had to face the answer.

Why is it obviously for their own good, but in the end everyone is unhappy?

Because she is not the one who is arranged, but the one who makes the arrangement.

Based on her experience and logic, she wants to arrange everything for her children and pave the way for her children. This kind of thinking is beyond reproach, but she ignores the premise that she must bear the life of the person she is arranged for. .

Only when the person who makes the arrangement chooses the right path, the person who is arranged can obtain the happiness she wants.

She can't.

So the very beginning of this family drama was her mistake.

Her eldest son could have been an excellent painter, romantic and passionate in the art palace.

Her second son is indeed talented in game production, maybe he is not the president of the company, but people who like games often have child-like happiness.

Her youngest daughter...the youngest daughter who resembles her most...

If she supported her...

The possibility of being stifled by her hit her heart heavily.

she all...

What did she do...

"They all want to kill me." Tan Yalin said softly, tears streaming down her face, "Me too."

The killing intent towards herself sprouted from the deepest part of her heart, together with her children's long-term killing intent and hatred for her, attracted the ancestral spirits entrenched here.

The existence of guarding this family has no real sense of self-awareness, it just obeys her wishes, the wishes of her children, and cuts off the thread of her destiny.

It's just that other people want to kill her because they hate her.

She is protecting herself.

Tan Yalin has no way to deny her life creed all the time, even though she knows that she is on the wrong path, dragging her possibly happy children into the water with her own will.

So she chooses to use death to avoid facing those things, to avoid the collapse of her own life creed, as if everything can be completely ended with her death.

Therefore, in the death marks that Bancy saw, there were both the characteristics of suicide and the traces of murder.

Together with her children, she killed herself.

Tan Yalin stared at the painting on the wall for a long time, she saw the sea water rushing from the painting, the shadow of the ancestral spirit wet her skirt, and slowly submerged her.

After death, Tan Yalin could feel the existence of the ancestral spirit, and the icy temperature was tightly entwined, and she was still in the moment of death in a trance, unable to move or breathe.

"I..." She looked at Banxi, her tears melted her disguise, and she was full of guilt and longing, "Can I ask about your father?"

"Not my father," Bancy corrected, "Mother's husband."

Tan Yalin blinked, and vaguely guessed, "Is there any difference?"

"My father was a cowardly deserter," Bancy said, "but my mother's husband was her eternal hero."

"I think everyone should like heroes more?"

Tan Yalin smiled bitterly: "No...he is not a hero, he is the one most like me..."

"I avoid facing mistakes, he avoids difficulties and fears."

Tan Yalin and her children are in the same situation, and she also knows each of her children.

Running away from home sounds cool, and running away from home for 30 years to build your own business is even cooler, but Tan Yalin knows that her eldest son is just escaping, and he doesn't want to face all the conflicts that come with chasing his dreams, so he left He ran away from home, and after many years, he did not dare to face his relatives who had run away from home for decades, so it was Bansi who appeared in front of him.

Her eldest son, who seems to be the most determined and rebellious, is actually the one who is the weakest in heart.He was even ashamed to express his love and miss, and could only use a painting to tell his relatives that he was doing well.

Therefore, she was not surprised that Banxi would describe Tan Yuzhou as a deserter, but she still defended him softly: "It's not that he treats you, doesn't love you...he just doesn't want to face you." After she finished speaking, she paused, Corrected, "It should be, he dare not face you."

"The longer the time, the more he dared not, but he just pretended to be indifferent and dismissive."

It's like she pretended to be mean and indifferent and pushed all the mistakes to her children to cover up her regret.

Looking at Banxi's appearance and the way he mentioned his father, Tan Yalin could guess how Tan Yuzhou treated the child.

In the final analysis, maybe it should be her fault, and his eldest son would not dare to get close to his own child because he was afraid of repeating the same mistakes.

Once he gets close, he may be like a mother and can't help but point fingers at the child, wanting to give his child all the things he thinks good, regardless of whether it is honey from the first or arsenic from the second.

Tan Yuzhou knew too well what kind of torture it was, so he only dared to stop and watch from a distance.

"I know." Bancy said, his expression couldn't be seen clearly in the shadows, and his voice was flat, with no ups and downs.

The shadow of the ancestral spirit gradually overwhelmed Tan Yalin, she was in a trance for a while, and finally fixed on a smile.

"Yes, you are as smart as him." Tan Yalin stretched out her hand to caress Banxi's cheek. The biggest reason why Tan Yuzhou finally chose to run away from home is probably because he was the first to have murderous intentions towards her, and he knew himself better than anyone else. His persecution was all out of love.

She couldn't help asking: "Will you...will forgive him?"

Bansy took two steps back, avoided the cold temperature on his cheeks, looked into Tan Yalin's eyes, and replied seriously: "I understand him."

But I will not forgive him.

He is not qualified to replace the lonely self to forgive his father who locked him out of the manor.

Even if he also knows that his father's estrangement from him is all out of love.

"...That's it."

Tan Yalin murmured to herself, her figure was completely submerged in the shadow of the ancestral spirit, the indescribable existence swelled up a bit like a reflection of the light, and flowed back into the painting on the wall like an ebbing tide, the silent energy was like ripples Spread to the whole old house.

The old house that gave Banci an infinite sense of oppression fell silent, and everything was as quiet as returning to the mother's body.

"What are you doing here?" Gao Minghong walked up the stairs, saw Banxi staring at the painting on the wall in a daze, took another look, and asked strangely, "When did this painting hang up? Why does it look so old?"

The paint on the painting is bright and bright, and the frame is also very new, but the picture looks mottled and old, as if the bottom of the box has been pressed for many years, and it is still covered with dust that has not been cleaned.

"I don't know either." Bancy replied, "I just thought it looked like my father's work, so I read it for a while."

"Hey, you know what's going on with the one who just left. He won't hang uncle's painting here." Gao Minghong didn't think much, "The lawyer is here and I called you over."

Before going downstairs, Bancy glanced back. The shadows in the corridor seemed to be soaked by the tide, and the whole old house was filled with damp moisture.

The lawyer sorted out the documents he had brought in the tea room, and after confirming that all the heirs on the estate were present, he began to read Tan Yalin's will.

This ceremony has no actual legal significance, and is more of a formality. After all, Tan Yalin is very rich, so rich that everyone thinks that they will fight for inheritance.

Tan Yalin's inheritance was mainly distributed to her three children, and the most was given to Tan Yuping.

Now he has the most shares in the family business in his hand, and he is a justifiable talker, and his mother who has been suppressing him is gone.

He will be the head of the new generation of the Tan family.

The ancestral spirits are watching this power change in the dark. The old ancestral spirits are dying and decaying, and new power is brewing in the old body. Soon the new ancestral spirits will break out of their cocoons and continue to guard the family.

This is the way the ancestral spirits continue to exist, and Banxi has only seen sporadic records in books.

Including Banxi is also within the guardianship of the ancestral spirit. Tan Yalin's will has Tan Yuzhou's share, which is equivalent to re-acknowledging Tan Yuzhou's identity as the Tan family, and Tan Yuping has included Banxi in his own circle from the beginning. As a result, Bansi people are not on the Tan family tree, and they have also received the favor of the ancestors.

This kind of blessing greatly increased his strength. When Bancy signed the will, he could clearly feel that his energy balance began to fluctuate with the sudden increase in energy, and there was a wonderful sixth sense sign that witches only have.

The boundary between reality and non-reality flickered in front of his eyes. He didn't need spells or other skills, and the information around him was constantly gathering to him.

This kind of power is amplified to the extreme, which is the so-called "prophecy"-the present and the past can be seen at a glance, so how to weave fate into the future has become the simplest reasoning problem.

However, after the age of mythology, the mysteries declined, and the line of fate returned to the hands of human beings, so there would be no wizards who could truly predict the future. At most, they would use props such as crystal balls or tarot cards to obtain vague revelations about the future.

But usually a wizard shouldn't even have that level of sixth sense, not even an out-of-the-ordinary wizard like Bancy, he has never experienced this kind of noisy feeling of being disturbed by information, the buzzing is like There were thousands of mosquitoes, which made his head ache.

This level of headache is still within Bansy's tolerance. He frowned and used the pentagram to stabilize the swinging balance of power, and put on a mental barrier to filter information garbage in an emergency. He looked like an old driver who often dealt with unexpected situations. , his face didn't change from the beginning to the end, and he couldn't see that he was about to explode with a headache without careful observation.

When leaving Tan's house, Banxi heard a vague sigh, like Tan Yalin's voice.

Her soul finally chose to stay, just like her ancestors stayed in the world, became a part of the ancestor spirit, and protected her children.

This time she couldn't make any arrangements, she could only watch, protect, and watch them go their own way.

Gao Minghong drove Banxi to the small bungalow, and then tried to ask Banxi if he would like to have an appointment with him at home on the weekend - it is impossible to go out to play during this time, otherwise the paparazzi can send him to the hotpot in minutes. Search.

Bansy didn't agree, nor did he explicitly refuse. He only said that he was looking at the next work arrangement, turned his head and pushed open the door of the small bungalow, and then he couldn't help but show a uncomfortable expression.

Just because he can bear the headache doesn't mean he doesn't feel uncomfortable. The buzzing in his ears makes him feel nauseous. He just wants to lie down on the spot and pass out, letting his body get used to his sixth sense.

Hearing his footsteps, Shi Lu came downstairs early to greet him, just in time to put his arms around the staggering and unsteady Banxi, and nervously asked him repeatedly if he needed help.

Why did he go out and come back with a different expression on his face, and his eyes were in a daze and couldn't focus.

Shi Lu smelled of incense.

Bansy personally lit the incense in the morning, but it was mixed with a warm and dry aroma, like the feeling of sunshine and fluffy blankets, which firmly wrapped his wandering thoughts and wrapped them in In Shilu's arms.

Bancy couldn't describe the feeling, and couldn't explain why.

Suddenly, a large amount of information, far beyond the limit of what he could handle, poured in frantically, so something exploded in his head.

The moment he was hugged, everything he could feel suddenly fell into nothingness.

There is nothing, nothing exists, his self-protection mechanism is activated urgently, and his consciousness is carried away in a trance.

In those few seconds, Bancy's impression was very vague. The impact of being so close to Shi Li seemed to be greater than all the information he received just now, so that his consciousness could not bear it at all, and he followed his instinct to hide.

Every wizard has a place to hide.

In the deepest part of the soul, a closed and solid safe house.

The first lesson of all learning begins with building a safe house. They must first learn to hide and hide their souls.

Only when the soul belongs to oneself, is it qualified to talk about others.

Across the thick barrier of the safe house, Banxi slowly regained his consciousness from the nothingness, wrapped in the scent of incense, he was drowsy, and his vision was blurred.

The overload of information caused his eyes to malfunction, and Bansy was surprised that he was still able to separate his thoughts and emotions, and it turned out that his eyes were lost every day.

With a little feeling left in his soul, Bansy tasted something, a bit like the land ceremony he performed when he first came to this country.At that time, he buried the pebble that was his own symbol under the tree, and the land generously accepted him, and the boundless vigorous mystery flowed into his limbs like air, and he could not resist and could only drown in it.

"...Are you okay?"

Bancy heard Shilu's voice drifting to his ears from a long distance away. He was clearly beside him, but the voice was mixed with the beating of his heart and could not be heard clearly.

He wanted to say that there was nothing wrong, but he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth—his heart was beating very fast, hitting his heart one after another, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

Well, it sucks.

The sixth sense made him completely open to the outside world, and the mental barrier he had erected urgently was not enough to withstand the impact brought by Shili—he guessed that it was probably because Shili was not human, and monsters lived long enough It can be regarded as a mystery in itself, and the soul is completely open to approach it. In front of the huge mystery, he is just a handful of streams, which will gather in the vast ocean in an instant.

It was probably a mistake to intervene in his father's business from the very beginning. If Bancy was a witch, he would have gone crazy with his sixth sense and told him to call the police.

Bancy sighed inwardly, and completely stuffed his soul into the safe house to seal it up.

His safe house floats on a river, the little boat rolls along the river, and Bancy isn't really sure if it's the river water, and there's only total darkness in his safe house, where everything is reduced to a thin shadow .

The tide slammed against the border of the safe house, and the small boat carried his soul ups and downs. His soul curled up like a baby in this narrow space, and the tide restored all the emotions aroused by the law of time.

Gradually, gradually, the world returns to tranquility.

……

From staggering and falling to losing consciousness, Bancy's whole process was so sudden that Shi Li was startled.Fortunately, he has recently learned how to use his own strength. Holding Bancy's wrist, he stretched out a sense of perception and confirmed that Bancy was just exhausted and fell asleep.

So Shilu carried Banxi into the lounge so that he could have a good sleep. Banxi was light enough to hold him at his height. He was the type with no flesh on his body, neither muscles nor soft flesh. Touching it can only feel the unevenness of the bones, which makes people wonder if he has eaten well.

Well……

Shi Lu recalled that Bancy didn't seem to eat very well at ordinary times, and his enthusiasm for feeding himself was far less than that of feeding cats.

And it's the kind of iced American style with no sugar or milk. Just thinking about it makes Shi Lu's tongue sore. He tasted the coffee in Bancy's cup out of curiosity, but he still doesn't know that it tastes worse than medicine. How the stuff banshee goes down cup after cup.

While Shilu was distracted, he took off Bancy's shoes and coat, and covered him with a quilt.As soon as Bancy got on the bed, he immediately rubbed on the sheet and hugged the pillow, turned over and curled up slightly.When he is asleep, his expression will be much softer, and he will not look serious when he frowns

Like a child.

With this thought in his head, Shi Lu couldn't help but touch Bancy's cheek.Although Bancy's body was so thin that he could only touch his bones, there was a little flesh on his cheek, and a small pit was slightly sunken when poked there, like a shallow dimple.

Kind of cute.

Shilu couldn't help but think of Bancy's eyes wet from the heat, and poked his hand twice again.His movements were light and didn't leave any marks. After the poking, he felt a little guilty. He wiped Banxi's cheek and looked around to make sure no one saw him before he was relieved.

Of course there will be no one, only the guardian spirit is watching you.

Odile squatted on the head of the bed with her wings folded, just watching Shilu poke Bancy's face like this - this scene was a little bit interesting after a few more glances, and she felt familiar with the routine of poking one's cheek while one was asleep .

It seems to have seen it in one or several sweet love dramas.

Hey... the young people of today...

Ogilia couldn't help but take a closer look at Shilu. The young man's appearance was tough and heroic, with starry eyes and sword-like brows and deep contours. He was a few centimeters taller than Bancy, not to mention muscular. Standing neatly beside Bancy was quite eye-catching.

Odile said she was hit.

It's a pity that this stern-faced German Shepherd looks like a golden retriever when he smiles.

She remembered that the prototype of this dog was "Tengu", and there was simply no more popular dog breed than him.

As for the orientation of her grandson, Odile still doesn’t know, it’s the standard Rothbart’s aesthetics, with feline characteristics as the basic orientation, and dog fluffy is not in his strike belt at all, in other words, this canine youth I'm afraid there is no hope.

Odile shook her head and sighed for him, so she didn't jump out and slap Shiru's hand on Bancy's face.

He just touched his cheeks twice, as a way to comfort him about the love that will definitely end before it even begins.

Shi Lu withdrew his hand from poking Banxi's cheek, rubbed his nose, and wanted to sneeze, but before he sneezed, he was frightened back by a whimper from upstairs.

It must be that Angelina writes the report again and writes on top.

Shilu could clearly hear the sound of the wolf grinding its claws and gnawing its teething stick downstairs—letting a wolf sit quietly and write documents is really torture, and the weather has changed drastically recently, Angelina's mood The changes are even more severe. One report can scrap two desks in the office.

Still, Shilu couldn't stand it anymore, so she went to the pet store outside and bought her a cat scratcher and a teething stick to relieve her anxiety when writing the report.

Aside from being a little noisy, it works pretty well.

Shilu recalled his spell reserves, and mobilized his power not very skillfully to make a soundproof enchantment, so that Angelina would not disturb Bancy, and took some tranquilizing incense from his room, lit it and placed it on Bancy's bed head.

The faint fragrance diffused in the room, and Bancy buried his face in the pillow, grunted twice in his throat, and stretched his brows.

His soul was in the closed safe house, the river surged beside the boat carrying the soul, and strands of aroma transpired like smog, melting into the flowing river.

After confirming that Banxi was fast asleep, Shi Lu closed the door and called Zhong Shuangming.

In 5 minutes, I want to know everything that happened in Banci today.

He wanted to see what it was that made him faint from exhaustion after going out for a trip, and it took less than half a day.

Zhong Shuangming replied on the phone: "Okay, give me some time and I'll look it up."

He was very familiar with the big and small monster groups in Shen City. According to Banxi's whereabouts, he secretly knocked on a few monsters stationed nearby, and learned about the Tan family's old house from them.

"Ancestral spirit" is a term used by wizards, and monsters also have their own names for it, but they generally regard it as a special kind of resentful spirit, and secretly discuss how ineffective the younger generation is in order to let the ancestor die. unwilling to go.

"But we're just looking at it from a distance." The little monster who was talking to Zhong Shuangming said, "That guy is so fierce that no one in the vicinity dares to provoke him."

But all the monsters who get too close to watch the fun are treated by the ancestors as extra meals delivered to the door. The shadows are wrapped in and digested faster than people, and the monsters once or twice will know that this is a guy who does not welcome guests .

Even though the ancestral spirit is dormant now, its breath can't be felt near the Tan family mansion, and the nearby monsters still dare not approach, only greedy for the incense at Tan Yalin's funeral from a long distance away.

They saw Bansy go in, and they didn't know what happened inside, but when Bansy went in, there was nothing wrong with it, and when he came out, there was a smell left by the ancestors, faintly frightening them not to approach, and it was not a smell floating on the surface , is a deeper connection created by blood ties.

As soon as they heard it from afar, they knew that it was covered by the guy in the old Tan family's house, and they couldn't be messed with.

"We speculate, just speculate," the little monster emphasized the word speculate, "he may be from the Tan family, and this time he recognizes his ancestors, otherwise the smell would not come out of the blood."

Zhong Shuangming thought about it, and there seemed to be no other explanation.He sent a red envelope to the little monster and told Shi Lu about it.

As for why he fainted from exhaustion after returning to his ancestors, Zhong Shuangming can only speculate reasonably. It may be that Banxi, as a wizard, is not so compatible with the blessing power of their local ancestors. Once the power is rejected, he will be tired and have to adapt. Only a few days.

Zhong Shuangming's conjecture was reasonable, and based on this conjecture, he recommended several medicines for Shi Lu to relieve discomfort. Be kind to his wallet too.

When Banxi woke up, he was faced with a bowl of pills brought by Shilu.

Shilu traveled across half of Shen City to buy it from the commissary in the dormitory, and spent all the subsidy he had saved for half a year.

There is a whole bowl of elixirs at real prices. Each pill inside is the size of a walnut. The black lacquer exudes the bitter taste of medicinal materials. It tastes like a perfect interpretation of what a good medicine tastes like. After eating a bowl, Banxi was stunned. .

He's debating whether the potion is worse or the pill, and finally he decides he needs a coffee to calm down.

But the effect was really good, his headache completely disappeared after one bowl, and the noise from the outside world seemed a little less noisy.

Bancy picked out a new ritual sword from the warehouse, manually suppressed the sixth sense to the sensitivity he could bear, and re-established the barrier of his soul to external information.

Compared with the staff and shield, he actually uses the sword and the cup to cast spells more often. The staff is too aggressive, and too much emphasis is placed on control and creation, which can easily lead the way of the wizard astray.

The sword and the cup are more about the internal energy balance, the stability of the soul and the realization of the self in this world, which are closer to the most essential things of the wizard.

The sword is restraint, and it can also be a symbol of "lock". Magically, it is connected with the meaning of all images related to patience and restraint.

Wizards are just human beings with slightly different powers. The mystery that the body can carry is limited. The sword is used to block the upper limit of the warning device, limiting the magic effects that wizards can cast, and at the same time protecting them from too much mystery. Erosion and assimilation, lest the soul be rejected by reality and have to go to another world.

After suppressing the sixth sense, Bansy felt his ears were clean all of a sudden, as if a filter had been installed to screen out those irrelevant and trivial information, and only pass on what Bansy needed.

For example, Shi Li's cold face towards him was not because he didn't like him, but because he was bluffing.

Bansy's improved intuition told him that Shi Li should like him quite a bit.

Shilu: "What's wrong?"

Otherwise, why staring at him for a long time, made him nervous and unable to control his expression.

"It's nothing." Bancy shook his head, the corners of his lips naturally curled into a gentle arc, and brought up a new topic to divert Shi Li's attention, "I was just thinking about Christmas."

It's an excuse, but it's a real thing.

A wizard's work schedule follows the holidays. After the busy Halloween, Christmas will only get busier and busier.

"Someone will make trouble at Christmas?" Shi Lv was puzzled. It was still more than a month before Christmas, and in his impression, Christmas passed peacefully every year. Their dormitory would set up a Christmas tree to feel the atmosphere. There are no surprises, unlike Halloween, where you can hear gossip about monsters making troubles and ghosts.

"No, no one will make trouble at Christmas." Bancy replied.

It should be said that Christmas is the safest time for all kinds of mysterious creatures. It is their New Year. Even the dark ones like werewolves, vampires, and zombies still treat Christmas as a New Year. Looking forward to the most indispensable existence in this festival——

"It's Santa Claus." Bancy pushed a letter out of the mailbox to Shilu, "There was no resident wizard in Huaguo before, and there was no Christmas custom, so Santa Claus never came to contact him. , but in the past few years Christmas has also become popular in Huaguo, so I want to contact me to help expand the scope of business, file a case with the management center, and if there is no problem, we will start giving Christmas gifts this Christmas."

"...Wait." Shili reached out to stop Bancy from explaining later, and repeated the key words that confused him, "Santa Claus? The one I know?"

The letter Bansy pushed to him was stamped with antler pattern wax, and the envelope letter was printed with cute Christmas trees and Christmas stockings, and there was a little snowman smiling at him.

In the upper right corner is written "in the master bedroom on the second floor of No. 864, Lane 58, East Huaiqing Road, Huaguoshen City, received by Mr. Bancy Rothbart", and in the lower right corner is "North of the North Pole, sincere greetings from Santa Claus".

Horizontal and vertical, standard italic characters.

"Well, Santa." Bancy nodded. "You know the kind."

The legend of the old man with the white beard who gave the child the gift he wanted at Christmas, and the flying sleigh pulled by the elk.

"But Santa isn't one, they're..." Bancy considered the wording, "A race? An organization? Or do you know a pipe jellyfish?"

Different small individuals perform their own duties, forming a large individual in which no one can be separated from the other.

They were born in human's fantasy about Christmas and Santa Claus. They live in the extreme north, which is further north than the North Pole and snows all the year round. They do not exist in the fantasy kingdom of this world.

Santa Claus was once a legend even to wizards, and no one has ever actually proved its existence, and no one has ever received a gift from Santa Claus.

However, no one can be sure on which day of the year, the Christmas elk knocked on the wizard's door.With his Christmas list and a stuffed sleigh he dragged, he begged the wizard for help.

The mystery of the human world has declined to the point where Santa Claus cannot leave the North Pole, but as long as there are children who believe in the existence of Santa Claus, Santa Claus should not be absent.

"They used to work on Christmas Day, but when we took over it became pre-Christmas."

Wizards are not capable of traveling all over the world in one night.

Fortunately, Santa's gifts are not physical things, otherwise how to send out one by one would be a huge problem.

Bansy explained to Shilu what wizards have to do on Christmas, "If the management center's process goes smoothly and gifts start to be given this Christmas, they will give a Christmas list in advance, which includes It is the name, address, and gift number of each child. After we get the list, we have to check all the information in it. If there is no problem, reorder the list and divide it. I will establish a connection between the name and the energy cycle of the land according to the area. Make sure each gift finds its right owner."

Based on Bansy's previous experience, he should have almost finished checking the list at this time, and now he has to deduct the time spent going through the process at the management center. He is already ready to live here for the next month and work overtime.

There are also a lot of documents and materials sent with Santa’s letter, which are used to contact the management center for filing, apply for Christmas elk to bring Christmas gifts into China, and distribute Christmas gifts.

"I was preparing the Chinese materials some time ago, and I can almost finish writing them today. I will leave the process at the management center to you?" Banxi and Shi Lu negotiated a division of labor, and it would be smoother for Shi Lu to go through the procedures at the management center. , as long as the required documents and materials are provided, there will be follow-up feedback in a day or two, which is much faster than Banxi.

"Okay." Shi Li nodded readily, made a list of documents that needed to be filed, and asked curiously, "Then will they have a sled?"

"Let's see which elk is sent here." Bancy said, "Not all Christmas elks pull sleds, some drive pickups or ride motorcycles."

He really met a Christmas elk driving a small pickup truck, but he still hasn't figured out what kind of trick that red pickup truck is, which can be compatible with the mystery of the Christmas elk.

Shi Li imagined an elk paired with a small pickup truck and motorcycle, "It's better to have a sled."

Bancy nodded, agreeing with him.

No matter how practical a pickup can be loaded and run, Christmas is always better matched with a sleigh.

……

Banci chose to go home early after get off work at 05:30 today.

The overtime hell of Christmas is close at hand, how could he not cherish his last few days of relaxation, stay at home and hope that there will be cats visiting today.

There will only be two cats visiting his house, and the black cats will come a little more. After the train was forced by Odile Goose, he seemed to have a little psychological shadow. When he saw Bancy appearing, he ran away immediately, except that there was no one at home. When I was here, I came here for a walk or two, had an afternoon tea, and then slept on Bancy's cat's paw blanket. It was rare for my conscience to find that I brought a few wild grasses and flowers to Bancy in return.

The flowers were put in the book by Bansy to make bookmarks, and the weeds with roots were planted by Bansy, and they occupied the entire flower pot with vigorous vitality without much care. Sometimes the black cat couldn't help but chew a few Mouth sharp.

Banxi was preparing dinner in the store at the entrance of the community, and then met Li Ping who was taking his children out for dinner.

"Get off work?" Li Ping greeted Banxi. He held a seven or eight-year-old boy by his hand and peeked at Banxi from behind Li Ping.

"Well, I just got off work." Banxi had seen him in Li Ping's circle of friends. He was Li Ping's only son, and his nickname seemed to be An'an.

"Me too, I was so busy that I almost missed the child." Li Ping sat across from Banxi with a plate in his hand, "Come on, An An, call me uncle."

"Hello, Uncle!" An An was sitting next to Li Ping, shaking her short legs, with a round face and round eyes, which was very cute.

"Hello." Banxi put down his chopsticks, and shook hands with An An in a decent manner.

Li Ping proudly showed off to him that his son was smart, sensible and good grades, and he was also the squad leader and class leader. This time, he will perform on stage at the elementary school Christmas party, which made him especially proud of being a father.

When he was talking, An An bowed her head and ate seriously, her ears were red and she wanted to bury her head in the bowl.

After showing off his son, Li Ping cared about his international friends again: "Why did you eat out today?