After walking around in the garden before going back, Wayne realized that Poquelin had left without saying goodbye because he felt he was too embarrassed to face everyone.
However, he left a message saying that he would give Xiaobai a gift to express his apology for accidentally dropping it.
Within a few days, Poquelin asked someone to send a humble pet as a cushion and wrote a letter.
"...It's not an expensive gift, but it's made from a blanket that my grandma left for me. Although it's very important to me, it makes it easier to miss people when I keep it around, so I'll give it to Xiaobai. . Whenever I see Xiaobai, I always feel that it is extraordinarily kind, and I hope you won’t dislike my shabby gift.”
There is also a sentence at the end that if Wayne is interested in drama, you can write to him at any time to communicate.
Chris just glanced at it casually and handed the letter to Wayne.
Wayne opened the gift bag and took out a white cushion.
"It looks like brand new. Has it been cleaned?"
When Wayne's hand touched it, he suddenly paused.
"Um?"
He scratched the down on the cushion.
Then he looked at Chris with a strange look.
The protagonist's halo...is it so scary?
"Chris, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"I want to hear both."
"The good news is that the very soft, even sleepy material you're looking for has been found. The bad news is that there's probably too little of it."
Chris stood up in surprise, walked over and touched the cushion.
A strange sense of peace came over, making people feel very warm.
"Since it exists, we can investigate its origin and production process."
She said slightly excitedly: "We are going to visit the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce now."
Wayne silently put Poquelin's letter back into his pocket.
Mr. Benjamin, I'm sorry, you may be sold.
…
Baptiste Chamber of Commerce.
Blair looked at the pet pads placed on the table and fell into deep thought.
"Where did you two get this thing?"
It seems he hasn't realized what it's based on.
"By chance, a friend gave it to me." Chris said. "I would like to know if your Chamber of Commerce can still provide this kind of material?"
Blair pondered for a while and said, "This kind of fabric is actually not unusual, but the production process contains a potion made from a certain fruit that is a specialty of my mother's hometown."
Chris's eyes lit up, "Does that mean it can be made?"
Blair shook his head: "It's difficult. Because that kind of plant died overnight due to some unknown reason thirty years ago, and it can no longer bear fruit."
"If it weren't for this reason, this method of treatment would definitely not be uncommon today, and our Baptiste family would probably not be where we are today."
There was quite a bit of regret in his words. "Later, my parents and I tried countless other plants, but none of them had such a miraculous effect."
Eh? Thirty years ago? This time seems a bit familiar.
Wayne was thinking hard, but Chris on the side asked: "Was thirty years ago the year of the Battle of Brumaire?"
"right."
As he said this, Blair suddenly remembered something. "It's a bit of a coincidence. There are rumors that that fruit was transplanted to my mother's hometown from the destroyed Principality of Millistan."
"It's just that because there has been a serious rebellion in the southwest region, and the people there are even more hostile to us Lornes, so I haven't actually verified it."
I came in a hurry with hope, but I didn't expect to get such an answer.
Chris and Wayne returned without success again.
Back on the carriage, Chris rubbed her forehead tiredly.
"Vin, do you think we should go take a look?"
"Hometown of the Principality of Millistan?"
"Of course not, I haven't lived enough yet!" she said angrily, "I'm talking about the hometown of Mr. Blair's mother, Mr. Pokerland's grandmother, Belling County."
"It's too far. Even if we ask for leave, it won't be enough. Besides, even if we go, it won't be of much use."
"Same." Chris sighed.
It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the Duke's Palace.
Chris jumped out of the car and yawned tiredly, "Wayne, give the mat to Xiaobai, I'll go upstairs first."
"okay."
Seeing Chris walking away, Wayne walked back to Xiaobai's dog house.
After opening the locked wooden door outside, he saw Xiaobai lying there pitifully, motionless.
"What's wrong, young man? Are you out of energy?"
Wayne put his hand on the dog house and knocked lightly on the wooden board.
Hearing the noise, Xiaobai weakly raised his head and glanced at him.
"You think your QB is too useless, right? You have to eat and get thrown... Do you know where I just went?"
The dog ignored him.
"I went out to eat with Chrissy just now. To be honest, the food in that restaurant was really delicious."
Xiaobai, who was curled up in a ball, moved his ears.
Wayne lowered his voice: "If you can give me a plug-in, maybe I can take you with me?"
Gouzi snorted disdainfully, "I'm not a QB, and I don't have any plug-ins. However, no matter what restaurant it is in this world, as long as I want to go, I can go there."
Wayne looked like he had nothing to say on the surface, but he was filled with doubts in his heart.
'It doesn't know that we didn't go to a restaurant to eat at all, but just bought some snacks from a roadside stall? '
Wayne bent down and got into the doghouse.
"Come, let me show you a big baby."
Fortunately, this dog house is designed to be spacious enough to accommodate another person without feeling cramped.
"You, what are you going to do?!" Xiaobai stood up suddenly, shocked.
Wayne sat down cross-legged and took out the contents of his handbag.
"Shall I show you something?"
Then, he paused slightly: "...Wait a minute, what do you think I'm going to do?"
"Ahem...it's nothing."
The dog sat down again as if nothing had happened.
Wayne handed it Poquelin's gift and then told it about the past of the Baptiste family.
"Tell me, is there any way to recover a plant that can no longer bear fruit?" he asked tentatively.
"have."
Its tone is absolutely certain.
Wayne was slightly delighted: "How to do it?"
"As long as you become a magical girl."
"..."
Wayne silently condensed a ball of earth elements, "It seems that if we don't fight to the death today, we can't decide."
"I'm not lying to you! That effect can only be some kind of curse."
"Curse?" Wayne frowned.
"Yes, it is a reversed way of operating magic. If you use magic from a higher plane, it can be lifted from the source."
it says.
"Or - use light magic."
