"Haha, in fact, the frosted sugar bread made by Uncle Mu Ge is the best."

On the quiet path, a girl with long light green hair and a boy wearing a colorful hat were walking side by side. The boy was holding a bread filled with a parchment bag, and the girl carefully held a piece of light white bread with her hands and tasted it in small mouthfuls, as playful and cute as a deer drinking water by the stream.

Diccido, who is pretending to be a "Journal of Things" to introduce the town of Neiland, occasionally glances at Bilan, whom he just met. The girl's little mouthful of rejection of bread was so cute. The delicious bread that Diccido had longed for has now been eaten by others, but not only did he not feel displeased, but he felt very happy.

"Bread is a small matter if you can walk with Bilan."

In his heart, Dichter secretly praised the attention of "helping get bread" he thought of!

Listening to Dichdo's endless introduction to the customs and customs of Nieland Town, Bilan actually felt that Dichdo's performance was even more interesting. Of course, she could see Dichdo's deliberate pleasing, but this pleasing was the real innocence of a young man, which was something that Bilan had never encountered before.

"By Lan, why did you come to this town of Neiland?"

Just after talking about his life as a bard and his "great" ideal, Dichter suddenly remembered that he knew nothing about Bilan, so he asked naturally.

"Yes... I'm going to visit the instructor. I'm a little wizard~."

Bilan knew that most ordinary people stayed away from professionals. Generally speaking, if you want to continue chatting, it is important to conceal her identity as a mage apprentice. But for some reason, Bilan didn't want to lie in front of a boy like Dichdo who sincerely told her all the information. She herself didn't know why she was so abnormal today.

"Maybe he will show his fearful eyes and leave quickly"...

Bilan felt a little nervous and sad. She had seen a new servant who had seen too many times changed from joy to fear after hearing about her mage status. She had adapted to the evasive attitude of ordinary people towards her... Have you adapted?

"Oh~ Is Miss Bilan actually a magical mage? So awesome!"

Dichter did not show fear and panic like ordinary people. On the contrary, he was very impressed by Bilan because it was not easy to become a professional.

In this regard, Bilan actually thought too much. As a bard who followed the old bard to recite poetry everywhere since childhood, although he was still young, he had seen many professionals. Moreover, because of the old bard's teachings, Dichter actually did not have the fear and prejudice that most ordinary people treat professionals.

Bilan looked at Dichdo in a daze. After becoming an alchemist, for the first time, she received a "very powerful" praise. In the indifference of the elders of the family, the ridicule of professions of the same age, and the flattery of the nobles and the princes, Bilan, who had spent too long, was almost forgetting what it felt like to receive sincere praise!

"Are you going to visit the instructor in Neiland Town? There is indeed a mage in Neiland Town......Hey hey! You are not going to visit the "that" on the eastern hills, right?"

Without realizing the girl's distractedness, Dichter thought about the sentence "visiting the mentor" and then came to a conclusion that made him worry in his heart?

"Yes...yes, Mr. Punk is my mentor..."

Hearing Dichdo's words, Bilan woke up from her stunned state. She almost subconsciously answered Dichdo's question.

"That mage is terrible. I heard that he would come out on a dark and windy night to catch disobedient children and stew them into broth and eat them"?

Although he was worried, Dichter still tried to relax the atmosphere. He pretended to be a ghost, and told Bilan a "ghost story for scaring children" that was widely circulated among the townsmen.

"Puff"!

Seeing Dichdo in a white robe jumping around and imitating the roar of a beast with his teeth and claws clumsy, Bilan couldn't help laughing again.

"What? I heard it's just for scaring children. I heard that Lord Punk is a very powerful alchemist."

Bilan stretched out her hand and flicked Dichdo's forehead.

"Hehe, this is all legendary to the townspeople."

Dichdo smiled and rubbed his forehead.

After laughing, he tried hard to show off his seriousness and said:

"But you still have to be careful. I heard that some time ago, there were often terrifying roars on that hill, which sounded creepy and terrifying."

Bilan looked at Dichdo's worried eyes. She could see that the boy opposite was really worried about him. The strong care was not mixed with moisture at all.

"Safe and be at ease, Lord Punk is just experimenting with some spells, not as terrible as you think."

Although she was very nervous, Bilan still looked relaxed. She whispered something to comfort Dichter and herself, although these words were just simple self-comfort.

A breeze hit, and light pink petals rolled up in the wind. The tender season has come to an end. Many trees are rushing to bloom in the last month. The faint petals fall from the branches and float into the sky with the breeze...

The young girl is now on the green stone slabs, with scattered petals dotted the deserted ground. Before she knew it, both of them had a slightly red face... No one spoke, and a kind of green quiet floating in the breeze.

Bilan, who was mixed with feelings in her heart, spoke first. She felt a feeling that she had never felt before, which made the girl a little panicked, and there was a hint of sweetness.

"I...I'm going to visit the instructor...that...that...is almost late."

For some reason, Bilan just wants to avoid this wonderful atmosphere now. In this atmosphere, she feels her heart beating very fast, and the surroundings are too quiet.

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Dichter, who was scrambling to "find lines" in his heart, also opened his mouth, and finally just uttered such a strange question. In his heart, he began to slap himself hard again, "Where did those gorgeous words go?" ~~~

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Bilan turned around and walked quickly towards the direction of the White Tower. Now her heart was filled with indescribable feeling, and there was nothing to worry about seeing Punk opposite each other.

The young man, holding the parchment bag in a daze, had completely forgotten the bread, as he watched Bilan's figure walk farther and farther away, suddenly remembered something:

“…………I sing poems in the square every morning, and I must come and listen to them if I have time…………………”

"……knew".

After hearing Bilan's answer from afar, Dichdo was so happy that he had the urge to roll on the spot. After several deep breaths, the turbulent waves in his heart gradually subsided.

He carefully took out a piece of bread from the sheepskin bag in his arms, hesitated for a while before slowly biting a small piece, gently chewing the soft dough core. Dichdo was sure that this was the most delicious bread he had ever eaten since he was a child!

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Chapter completed!