When the fruit enters the mouth, it is a little bitter at first, but as you chew it, it turns into a light sweet and sour taste, as well as a special fragrance. When you breathe, there is a strong cold feeling in your mouth.
Unlike the feeling of eating other ice-type fruits, the coolness of this fruit seems to be purely due to its taste.
"Not very delicious..."
The girl's little face wrinkled, she ate up all the fruits in her hand, and then looked at the remaining bunch of fruits, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Annie, help me get rid of these."
Fiona Hu rolled her big blue eyes and quickly stuffed the remaining fruit into Annie's hand.
Anne smiled tenderly, took the fruit that the girl didn't want to eat anymore, held it in her hand, and continued walking into the alley with the girl.
The few people who had gathered just now did not disturb the girls. Before they could enter the alley, they were quickly approached by a group of city guards who came from nowhere.
Several waves of magic power flashed past, and several people who were caught off guard suddenly fell into paralysis and were skillfully carried away by the guards in pairs.
There is also a dedicated person nearby to maintain the ignore barrier to avoid causing too much commotion.
The whole process took less than half a minute. As the last mopping up guard left, except for the sudden evaporation of a few people at the entrance of the alley, it seemed like nothing had happened.
Professional team, professional quality——
Soon, the guards interrogated and found out that they were just a few blind outsiders. They came to Kallas and saw that the place was very prosperous, so they became greedy and planned to get a few votes here.
After succeeding several times, they became more and more courageous. When they saw the bulging wallet in the girl's hand and the fact that there was no guard around her, they couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous, thinking that they were just two noble girls who sneaked out to play.
But I don’t want to choose the wrong target and target the wrong person.
What awaits them next will be an extremely long prison sentence——
The quiet alley was not long. The two of them walked and looked around, and soon approached the other end of the alley.
"Annie, look, what are those? It seems like an owl and a swift squirrel!"
As she walked, Fiona stopped and her eyes were attracted to a stall on the side of the road.
There are many exquisite straw woven items on the stall, including some common small animals, dolls, pony carriages and other decorative items, as well as some practical items such as straw sandals and baskets.
Its colors include light white, beige and brown, all of which are the original colors of hay.
"That's straw, ma'am. A handicraft made of hay."
Anne took a look and explained to Fiona.
These are really strange things.
Fiona thought, this was the first time she had seen something like straw.
Before, she had only read about witch straw in books. It was said that they could act like real animals and were good scouts.
"Is there anything you need? Two lovely ladies."
The stall owner was a gray-haired old woman. When she saw the customers, she sat on a small stool and looked up at them with a kind smile.
There was a little boy with reddish brown hair next to him. He was wearing a slightly loose burlap suit and seemed to be the grandson of an old man.
He was sitting cross-legged on the ground like the old man, and was learning to weave a simple straw doll out of two-color hay. It could be seen that he was studying very hard, and there was a hint of sweat on his red face.
Hearing the voice, the little boy also raised his head, and his smart black eyes swept across the two of them. Then he paused on the fruit in Annie's hand and swallowed quietly. Then he lowered his head again and worked hard to knit the straw in his hand.
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Fiona gently picked up a straw owl and looked at it carefully.
This piece of straw is about the size of two fists, with brown hay as its back and wing feathers. Its abdomen is made of pale white hay, dotted with strands of brown hay.
The cheeks are cleverly made of pale white hay to look like fluffy feathers, and there are two shining copper coins in the eye sockets. The brown paws are holding a small branch, and the whole thing is wonderful and pretty.
"You two ladies, have you taken a fancy to this owl braid? It is made of dried cattails and bluebells, and it only costs eighty copper coins."
The old woman watched Fiona's movements with a hint of expectation in her eyes.
"Old lady, can this owl fly and hoot?"
Hearing Fiona's question, the old woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook her head.
"Haha, don't be ridiculous, little girl. How can a straw owl fly? Maybe those magicians have this ability, but I don't have this ability, old lady."
"It won't move..."
Fiona couldn't help but feel a little disappointed after hearing what the old woman said.
"Forget it. If you can't fly, it's no fun."
Fiona shook her head slightly and put the straw down.
"Little girl, if you want flying straw, you shouldn't come here. Looking at your clothes, you must not be ordinary people, right? I don't have anything related to professionals here."
The old man looked at Fiona's face with a smile, making her slightly embarrassed.
"Actually, it's like this. I wanted to choose a gift for my brother, but I didn't know what to choose, so I took a look around."
Fiona thought for a while and told the old man her purpose.
"A gift."
The old woman stood up shakily and picked up a pale white straw wind chime from the stall. Eight pale white straw ropes of different lengths hung from the bottom of the wind chime. Under each straw rope, a mangur was tied.
Tree fruit.①
"How about this lucky wind chime? It is made of bluebells that have dried naturally in the sun. It is said that hanging one of these wind chimes under the eaves can bring good luck to people at home, so it is very suitable as a gift."
"Bring good luck?"
Fiona was stunned for a moment, then took the wind chime handed over by the old man. The wind chime itself had a pleasant smell of sunshine, and the hanging mangul tree fruits collided gently, making a slight snapping sound.
"Well, okay, then I want a wind chime like this."
The girl looked at it and didn't feel anything special. It still didn't meet the standard of a gift in her mind. But she was kind-hearted and didn't want to spoil the old man's kindness, so she decided to buy the wind chime.
"Are you not satisfied? You don't have to force yourself, kind little girl."
The old woman was keenly aware of Fiona's thoughts and smiled kindly at her.
"Did you know? Little girl, this kind of lucky wind chime is actually related to a legend that is circulated privately among our straw weavers."
As he spoke, the old man turned around, took out a piece of pale white hay from the basket next to the little boy, and handed it to Fiona.
"This is bluebell, a very common weed. You can find them almost everywhere in fields, by streams, and on mountains.
During the Feiyu Moon and the Flowing Gold Moon every year, they will bloom small flowers like white wind chimes. The number of flowers is usually between seven and fourteen.②
But if you walk into a field of bluebells, little girl, you will find that most bluebells have ten, twelve or fourteen flowers.
Maybe occasionally you can see seven, eight, eleven, or thirteen bluebells.
But there are only nine bluebells. Even if you search the whole field, you may not be able to see them——"
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①: A tree fruit similar to a pine cone, with a relatively hard texture.