Although Thrandis's symptoms are strange, they do not threaten Rosen's personal safety, nor do they affect his learning of spells.
So, it’s just a matter of seeing the trick.
"Teacher, this is the painting I promised you. Do you think you should move it upstairs now?"
"Oh~ Rosen, my dear apprentice, you are really a gentleman who keeps your promises. Come on, come on, move it up quickly and hang it on the wall."
Thrandis was like a little girl, jumping up and down to lead the way.
When he came to the second floor again, Rosen had lost the anxiety of yesterday. When he followed Thrandis's guidance and moved the painting to the wooden bed, he discovered some details that he had not noticed yesterday.
It turns out that there is a small door hidden on the wall to the right of the wooden bed. Because of the angle, you can't find it unless you look carefully.
The small door is closed tightly, and the situation inside cannot be seen, but the door handle is polished very brightly, and the color of the floor under the door is lighter than other places, indicating that people often come in and out here.
'What's in it?'
Thrandis stood nearby and watched, calling out reminders from time to time.
"Hmm~ It turns out that father loves his daughter the most."
After looking at it for a long time, his stagnant eyes became active again, but a drop of crystal tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
"snort!"
"This is a small reward from a daughter to her father."
"Yes, mentor, I have written it down."
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly dimmed, and her tone also became lower.
"But didn't we agree? I decide my time, Anna."
Rosen thought to himself: "Why don't you tell me not to bother yourself, but you forgot about it after only a few hours?"
Rosen secretly cried out that it was terrible.
"Everyone in this world loves beauty. A beautiful face and a strong body are everyone's favorite things."
These psychology will naturally not show up, because the weak are not qualified to be willful, and the strong can be wanton and unrestrained.
He immediately tried to imagine two mage hands. It was no problem, it was easy.
Fortunately, Harrick is much more reliable than Chapollet.
Rosen's voice rang in the room, full of emotion.
"Teacher, please forgive my negligence. I will cook with my own hands from now on."
The moment he opened the curtain and saw the picture clearly, Thrandis couldn't help but cover his mouth and let out a low cry.
"Alice! What a fool you are! You'll scare him away!"
I continued to try three mage hands, but the result was a bit beyond the limit. One of them failed to hold it and immediately smashed a ceramic tea cup.
While talking almost like a dream, Thrandis became very depressed and exuded a desolate and lonely atmosphere.
Therefore, there was only respect on his face.
"Well, a little further to the left, yes, that's it. Now, I'll give you a nail, but make sure it's fixed. I don't want my head to be hit in the middle of the night."
These words brought Rosen out of his sad mood.
Of course we can't show it, we can only guarantee it.
A hint of surprise flashed in Thrandis's eyes.
"Little apprentice, the bird of youth has just landed on your shoulder, and your life has not yet fully blossomed. How can you feel such a sigh?"
Rosen temporarily restored the state of his two mage hands, and decided to practice using stones as substitutes when he had free time.
Thrandis seemed completely unaware of Rosen's slight trance.
"Oh, by the way, Rosen, remember to buy a new bathtub and bring it back later, and then boil some warm water. I want to take a bath in the afternoon."
‘Ha~~~’
"I will pay attention, mentor."
She turned and went upstairs.
"boring!"
After hanging the painting, Thrandis stopped at the bedside to admire it, as if he couldn't get enough of it.
"Teacher, is it okay to put it in this position?"
Thrandis yawned and stretched lazily.
He smiled and said: "Teacher, what you said is too exaggerated. In fact, everyone will have similar feelings, but I expressed them more clearly."
"It's a pity that I am a mortal after all. Time flies by like an arrow. Soon, the bird of youth will fly away from my shoulders."
He is penniless now, and the money from selling the paintings hasn't arrived yet, so why should he buy a new bathtub?
But there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there will definitely be a solution. If it doesn't work, just ask Harrick to borrow money.
"My dear apprentice, you have a pair of eyes that are good at capturing beauty."
Rosen was very curious, but this was Thrandis's house after all. Since the owner didn't take the initiative to explain, it was naturally difficult for him to delve deeper.
"Well, my dear apprentice, mentor, I'm going to take a nap first. Wake me up when everything is ready."
Rosen couldn't stop being bothered by her, so he could only bury his head in silence and gnaw on the bread.
The girl smiled softly.
"Yeah, life is short."
Thrandis was stunned and looked at Rosen steadily.
After filling his stomach, Rosen cleared away the dishes as usual.
"Well, my dear apprentice, the lunch tastes good, but compared to the food you cooked with your own hands, it lacks a little bit of care in it."
"Yes, mentor, I have written it down."
"Yes, mentor, I have written it down."
She was still very excited: "Hang it here, hang it here, ah, wait a minute, lift the cloth, and let me see how the painting looks."
"I forgot to mention it. Take advantage of the time to buy a bathtub and buy a screen. This way, you can create a separate shower room upstairs. It will be much warmer."
Thrandis blinked: "But we are not really father and daughter. And as a mentor, there is nothing wrong with me kissing my disciple out of my inner love."
Rosen took a deep breath, suppressed the fucked up feeling in his heart, quickly washed the dishes, ran out the door, and rushed towards Harrick's hound home.
"Yes, mentor."
"Pay attention to using the mage's hand more often. What's more important is that as a creature of imagination, there is not only one mage's hand, but there can be two, three, or even countless hands."
He saw a protruding wooden strip nailed to the wooden wall behind the bed. He guessed that it was for the painting, so he lifted the painting and put it on it.
"Is this really me? I didn't expect that I look so beautiful~~"
Suddenly a serious female voice sounded in the air.
Rosen was quite speechless: "Mentor, even if it is to express intimacy, a daughter should not kiss her father on the lips, but on the forehead."
"Yes, mentor, I have written it down."
It wasn't until Rosen reminded her that she came to her senses and followed him to the first floor for dinner.
Rosen's heart moved, and he immediately turned around and thanked: "I understand, mentor."
"By the way, remember to buy me some new clothes. The teacher's dress is already worn out. It's really degrading to go out wearing such clothes."
In front of the window on the second floor of Thrandis House, the beautiful girl with thick, fiery red hair was leaning on the window sill, watching Rosen fly away.
“Watching your own treasure slipping away from your fingers little by little without being able to change it, you will naturally feel sad.”
"Don't be discouraged. Failure is the mother of success. But you still have to pay attention. After all, I am not rich, mentor."
There were too many things, and portraits were no longer enough to exchange for them, so I had to borrow money from Harrick.
"My clear eyes will become cloudy and sallow, my body will become bloated, I will become ugly, and in the end, life will leave me."
"After the underwear is dried, it must be carefully baked with charcoal fire to drive away the disease. Outerwear must be carefully washed to prevent the cotton from pilling."
"I will be buried in the dark and damp underground and let rats and insects eat my remaining body."
"Oh, and there are some dirty clothes upstairs that I changed. Remember to wash them."
After saying that, Thrandis actually stood up, crossed the dining table, and kissed Rosen lightly on the lips.
Her face was flushed and her eyes were strangely shining. She looked at the painting for a long time, then suddenly turned around and grabbed Rosen's hand tightly, her face full of excitement.
"This painting of yours made me understand myself again. I never thought that my body could be so beautiful~ What a pity."
"Want to stop fighting?"
"Anna, I see the burning passion for magic in his eyes. He will never give up his studies because of such a trivial matter."
"I have seen flower buds that have died midway, I have seen flowers that have been trampled when they are in full bloom, and I have even seen the desolate appearance of flowers after they wither."
"My dear apprentice, you are so smart, your future achievements will surely shine in the Golden Land."
Rosen has experienced it in his previous life, so of course it cannot be said, but although this life is short, he has witnessed the withering away of many lives.
"When youth passes away, the compact and smooth skin will gradually become loose and full of wrinkles, and the chest will dry up and turn into two dry pockets."
He sighed: "There are many things in the world that you can experience without having to experience them yourself."
"I know you are exploring his character and abilities, and I agree with your idea, but you are too impatient. He is only a teenager, not our father."
"Okay, okay, sister, if you really feel sorry for him, then comfort him in your own time."
"It doesn't matter how you comfort me, I don't care."