Although the hot pot was cooking in full swing, the surrounding atmosphere was extremely cold. Only Wayne and Chris made any sound during the journey.
This dinner was extremely delicious.
After dinner, Benjamin said goodbye.
"I'm really sorry, because my unkind invitation has caused you a lot of trouble." Benjamin said with some disappointment.
"This box was left by my father," he said. "I think it must be full of big... things that were once very important to Mr. Poquelin, and now they have been returned to their original owners."
Poquelin froze when he saw the box.
That was his "treasure box" when he was a child.
But his legs were like they were nailed in place and he couldn't take a step forward.
Benjamin looked at him deeply again, then turned around and boarded the carriage waiting at the entrance of the courtyard.
The horse that had just eaten fodder stood still.
The coachman flicked the reins, and the horse snorted disdainfully, stepping on the bluestone and leaving with a "thump" sound.
After a while, Pokerland walked over and opened it.
The heavy dust dispersed, revealing items neatly stacked inside.
A small homemade slingshot.
It was a birthday gift made by his father at his request.
A family portrait he painted.
With childish brushstrokes, a family was described, and notes were carefully added to each person's head with crooked handwriting...
Every time he took out an item, the expression on Poklan's face became more moved.
His lips trembled as he touched the memories of his past one by one.
The time I spent with them is still vivid in my mind.
Placed on the bottom floor is a small blanket that is already somewhat yellowed.
Poquelin couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears.
"Our baby is a good boy, isn't he?"
When he was a child, the somewhat elderly grandma always said this and held him in her arms.
No matter what trouble he got into, he always doted on him unconditionally and believed that he would become an outstanding young man in the future.
However, before he had time to grow into a young man, his grandmother passed away due to a serious illness.
He knelt on the ground and buried his face in the blanket.
The familiar warm embrace enveloped him again, and he sobbed uncontrollably.
One meter away, Wayne and Chris looked at each other and mentally lucidly signaled the servants to avoid them together, leaving Pokerland space to release his emotions alone.
…
"Oh! It's not like you don't have feelings, so why are you so confused?"
Chris shook a weed she pulled out of nowhere in boredom.
"Perhaps, because I care too much." Wayne said.
The two of them walked along the bluestone paving to the backyard garden, taking a walk to eat after dinner.
Duke Wenche's Mansion covers a huge area, and it would take almost half an hour to walk around the outer wall.
"It's not long before the school party, but we still haven't been able to find the ideal materials." Chris said distressedly: "If this continues, we must find other backup plans."
"The sleep-aid effect that almost only exists in legends sounds like magic. It's normal to not find it."
"But isn't this the magical world?" Chris asked doubtfully. "There should always be some magical items with strange properties, right?"
"However, this is also a world where most civilians cannot use magic at all."
No matter in the academy or in daily life, it seems that no one has used magic in public, which shows that the real frequency of use must be very low.
He even thought that in such a world, if he went to certain areas with relatively closed communications to preach:
Magic doesn't exist at all, it's just a big lie told by nobles in order to rule the world!
It will definitely attract a lot of believers.
This is what happened to Wayne's body. Because the place where the branch was located was too remote and the people were generally ignorant, the locals regarded a genius like him as a monster.
"That's right. Even if you are as good as me, you can only summon small mounds." Chris nodded in understanding.
"..."
Wayne was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "Chris, actually you just need an entry that can impress everyone and is extremely difficult to copy, right?"
"That's right." Chris replied uncertainly.
"Then, why not let Poppy move?"
Chris's steps stopped.
"How to move?" she asked.
Wayne smiled.
He stretched his hands forward, closed his eyes, and meditated.
"The next step is to witness the miracle!" He shouted: "Come out! Bobby!"
Earthy brown light spots emerged out of thin air, gathering into a ball in mid-air, and then a golden line jumped from the side, quickly shaping the light ball into a very dog-like shape.
"How's it going? Does it look like it?"
Under the reflection of the magic light, his eyes looking towards him seemed to be shining brightly.
Chris looked solemn.
"Wayne...how do you know how to 'witness a miracle'?"
Wayne's heart "thumped" and his body stiffened for a moment.
But he quickly relaxed and said calmly: "I learned it from you. Didn't you tell me before when you made hot pot for me for the first time?"
"I can use magic to summon an earth element dog similar to Poppy, and I can even summon corresponding monsters and let them fight on the spot. At most, the movements are a bit slow, but the size definitely meets the requirements."
He changed the topic, "Just use a small amount of other soft materials to make a more detailed coat."
"Hmm." Chris said with some emotion, "How long can your magic last?"
"If it's not detailed, it can last for at least an hour." Wen estimated.
"Furthermore, even if my magic power is exhausted, I only need to rest for a while before I can continue. If I want to do special performances, three or four performances a day are enough."
"Wow - that's amazing."
Chrissy's clear and translucent eyes looked at the magically shaped Bobby with luminous eyes, her tone full of envy.
"Uh... Theoretically, magic power can be enhanced through exercise."
"No! I've been practicing for a long time and I haven't made any progress at all." She was a little discouraged.
Although after entering the academy headquarters, she will still be the villainous daughter Chris, but her low magic power makes her very uneasy.
This is equivalent to saying that no matter what dangerous situation she encounters, she can only place her hope on the protagonist's aura that can turn danger into disaster.
"Then, just stay with me."
Chris suddenly raised her head.
"Stay with me and my magic is your magic," he said.
…
Seeing Chris suddenly saying "By the way! I haven't finished my homework yet!" and running away, Wayne smiled silently.
"Miss, you can't be so innocent." He murmured in a low voice.
Now she is not on the right track. After the story really unfolds, the scene of a bunch of reverse harems surrounding her every day and frantically courting her is unbearable just thinking about it.
Will this Chris really be the same as in the original plot?
