Witch, don't be so lazy

And, most importantly, isn't it only natural to try to help the cute and well-behaved little maid realize her dream?

Feiman nodded and looked at the girl's gentle smile. She was stunned for a long time. In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the day when she left the magician's tower. The gentle smile was more dazzling than the sun.

Her eyebrows drooped slightly, and finally, she seemed to have made up her mind.

"Ah."

Chapter 186: Heart and Dream (9,010)

Even in the exact same scene, different situations and different moods will naturally lead to different feelings.

This was the case while on the road, and even more so after arriving at Windmill City.

Encore had spent almost two days here last time. Time was tight, the task was heavy, and there was a lot to worry about and think about. Her attention was completely focused on observing the city's military forces, gathering information about the good camp contestants, figuring out her next move, communicating with the different animals, and assessing whether the risk-reward ratio was worthwhile...

The only free time she had was when Feiman helped her match her clothes and put on makeup. She could look out the attic window and admire the bustling streets.

The rest of the time, although the wind is calm and the clouds are peaceful, I am actually full of anxiety in my heart.

And after nearly two months.

Encore was obviously much calmer.

After all, she had completed her exclusive mission and had stayed in the Fairy Tale Island for so long, it was almost like using a time converter. It was really a good deal.

It was simply because he was unwilling to accept the failure of promotion, coupled with his dissatisfaction with fairies and elves, his desire to defeat the geniuses of other countries, and some unspeakable stubbornness that made him insist on persisting until the last moment.

Yes, she actually didn't think she had a 100% chance of winning - although she had a certain degree of confidence whether she was fighting the prince alone or beating the fairies in a group, but if the two of them joined hands, they didn't even need to cooperate sincerely, and her chances of winning would drop sharply.

But no matter what, she now has the calmness to "do her best and leave the rest to fate."

I have tried my best, not only to repair the [Steel Sword Cluster], but also to cooperate with Sinefe to use "Love Potion", "Mandragora Kiss" and "Red Coral Wishes" to make the [Spring Flower] bloom again. I also worked hard to bring the three skills to a new stage. Even until now, I have been working on telekinesis magic, and trying to find enough help.

The helper mentioned here refers to Sineve, my little mushroom classmate at Tower Academy in the future. She had adventures on Storybook Island. It felt like I had made another great friend after Lorena and Momo.

The other is the Turbulent Crocodile King, the overlord of Rusty Moon Pond and the only second-level monster that did not hide. In other words, it was a monster that saw the army of the Fairy Tale Kingdom attacking its own territory and was unable to hold on alone, but was unwilling to give up its family property.

Now Sinef has brought the monster army in the castle to support and try to recruit it. It would be best if it is willing to surrender, otherwise she will find a way to turn it into a mycelium puppet so that it can still participate in the death fight.

The fourth person to participate in the deathmatch will most likely capture a faceless book monster to take over - after all, it is really impossible to find the other dark camp characters, as they are all hiding in the territory deep in the jungle, unless the Fairy Tale Kingdom attacks their lair, or Encore and Sinefe find them together and directly do an "I see, I conquer" move.

That was indeed the original plan.

During the week after they repaired the treasure, they tried to coerce other dark camp characters, and then hurried to the wilderness wonderland to participate in the deathmatch.

However, since the date place the little maid wanted to go was a bit far away, Anke simply suggested to modify the plan, and Xinefu had no objection.

Of course, Miss Anke mainly felt that she should leave some spare time when traveling, so as to avoid any unexpected events in the wilderness and not having enough time to adjust.

Moreover, those second-level dark characters are not stupid. They have been wary of the witch for a long time and have been constantly strengthening their positions. They may escape at any time. Unlike the Crocodile King, they are not on the same route, so it would be a waste of energy if they escape at that time.

Well, as for the fact that I felt that the little coward had been so well behaved for so long and it was rare for him to take the initiative to make a request, and that his watery sea-blue eyes were so beautiful that I really couldn't bear to refuse him, these were probably secondary reasons.

then.

Encore scooped a spoonful of the dessert in her hand, which was similar to the mango-flavored ice cream in the modern world, and then squinted her eyes happily.

The sky was clear and the sun, which had been shining brightly all day, was about to set.

An Ke sat on a wooden bench, with an untouched strawberry ice cream floating in the air. She ate while waiting and looked around.

This is a high ground close to the Fountain Palace. As long as you have good eyesight, you can almost see the entire Windmill City.

Without a doubt, the most eye-catching things are the giants standing on the high walls. Just like in a fairy tale, the clouds are broken into white cotton wool at the tips of the windmills, and the old wooden bearings are creaking and groaning.

The cobblestone streets reflect an amber texture in the setting sun, and the milk trucks loaded with birch barrels leave winding milky white traces, which contrast with the different color blocks left around the vegetable and fruit stalls.

The grocery store clerks unloaded baskets of amber resin candles on the steps. Next to them, housewives wearing linen aprons and mouse-gray headscarves carried wicker baskets on their shoulders. Their square-toed shoes inlaid with copper plates rose and fell, and their heels collided with the cobblestones, making clear scales, which startled the passenger pigeons under the eaves of the bakery and made them fly into the sky. They must be busy going home to cook.

The blacksmith's apprentices carried their newly made copper pots through the crowd. They were a bit clumsy, but their master had no time to scold them. For the entire day—no, since the beginning of the Second Great Crusade—they had been swinging their hammers with unwavering intensity, the rhythm of the sparks flying seemed to resonate with the silver bottles of medicine in the herbal medicine stall next door...

Although it was a little hard to believe, Anke did feel that a town in a fairytale island actually had an unparalleled sense of reality. The distinct and unique atmosphere of life in another world was no less than, or even better than, Cedar Town and Asda City.

As for Hongyan Town, since the background of that is "The Truman Show" created by the church, it cannot be compared.

Therefore, An Ke couldn't help but think about what the relationship was between the spiritual world and the physical world, and what the difference was between those so-called false projections of the spiritual world and reality.

If the creatures in a normal spiritual world tour are fragments of history and distorted projections, then what about the creatures in the fairy tale island?

Is it so real that it has something to do with the so-called fragments of paradise?

After all, in the lamb's mouth, the place where the fairies in paradise live seems to be an independent and strange world.

As luck would have it, although Fairy Tale Island has many elements of the real world, and even the prototypes of some characters have real counterparts, but no matter what, there is no Fairy Tale Island in the real world.

But it was obvious that she, a mere first-level mage, was completely unable to get the answer.

He could only take another big bite of the ice cream, grimace in the cold, and finally look at the silver-haired girl in the open courtyard of the palace from afar.

Feiman was communicating with a gypsy-looking woman, and there were thick pages of books and notes on the table.

The two communicated very friendly and harmoniously, but it was not difficult to see from the girl's frown that the result was not very satisfactory.

Rapunzel had contacted thirteen bards in advance, and they had been waiting in Windmill City early on. The one she was communicating with now was the last bard.

Soon.

The gypsy woman stood up and said goodbye to Feiman with a smile. The latter also waved goodbye politely, then stopped after a while and sat quietly there. She looked like a well-behaved doll, but her expression seemed very sad and confused.

This little coward has actually been in this state for a long time.

She was obviously very lively and looked well-behaved and quiet, but in fact she was very dreamy and had some strange little movements. However, due to her timid personality, she only dared to think but not to do.

But after seeing all the faceless book monsters, Feiman has changed.

Although she was still a well-behaved maid in front of Miss White Snake and always had a smile on her face, when she was alone, she was either depressed or staring at something in a daze.

A good while.

Feiman seemed to remember something, picked up the thick papers on the table and ran out in a hurry. When she saw Anke from a distance, she immediately raised her hands high and waved vigorously, and her expression also changed from gloomy to bright.

Anke hesitated for a moment and chose to walk over to prevent the other person from falling again. There was no sand and soft soil in the wilderness, and the solid marble was not gentle.

"I'm sorry, Miss White Snake, for keeping you waiting for so long..."

Before Feiman could finish her words, something floated in front of her.

"Here, your dessert. Hurry or it will melt."

An Ke interrupted the spell in advance, otherwise the little maid would have muttered something nonsense again, "Eating something sweet will make you feel better."

"……Um."

Feiman was stunned at first, but she was indeed very happy when she took the food, and showed a happy expression when she ate it. It was hard to tell whether it was because there were her favorite strawberries, or because the girl carefully remembered her taste.

However, this happiness is like a breeze, it passes by and the haze does not disappear.

"Sorry……"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Fei Man seemed to realize something and shrank back like a little quail, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry again."

"You still say it when you know it."

An Ke glanced at Fei Man, stretched out his hateful hand, and pinched the little coward's face without any hesitation.

"Then I'll punish you by making you stop talking from now on. And then I'll punish you by making you go shopping with me. You must have spent a lot of time in Windmill City. You didn't have time last time, but this time you should be a qualified tour guide."

"……it is good."

Feiman was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Along the road, the little maid VIbajiugubaliusiwu guided and introduced them.

The shop with the oak sign is "Skylark Bakery." Their specialty is caramel and butter, and they also make rose-shaped syrups. That's "Windmill Square," with its climbable windmills and unicorn statues, and plenty of pigeons that love to eat grain. The "Old Organ Tavern" is the busiest place, where bards can earn the most money by staying overnight, and everyone usually agrees to take turns going there...

They just walked like this, one talking and the other listening.

Walking on the bluestone road, passing by the terrace with blue snowflakes cascading like waterfalls, passing by the shops with crisp ringing copper bells, walking through the bustling streets, from the setting sun to the rising moon, the starry sky is shining.

I don't know when the soft introduction ended.

Maybe it’s because something worth sharing has already been explained, maybe I’m a little tired, or maybe it’s finally time to muster up the courage.

then.

In an unknown and quiet alley, Fei Man stopped and said softly:

"Thank you."

Perhaps it was because the beginning was too abrupt, this time, before An Ke could interrupt, the words I had wanted to say flowed out like a gurgling stream:

"Ms. White Snake, thank you for your patience and willingness to accompany me to relax. Thank you for the dessert you gave me, I love it. Thank you for your kindness, which gave me the possibility to realize my dream. Thank you for your help, which allowed me to escape the clutches of the witch. Thank you for your care, which allowed me to see and experience a new world..."

She paused, her voice seemed to tremble a little, but there was no pause at all.

Because she knew that she was a very timid person, and she was afraid that if she hesitated for a moment, the little courage she had in her heart would slip away.

"But, I'm really sorry. I'm actually a useless person. I can't do many things right. I'm a bard, but I can't even play the instrument I've learned for so long. I joined the expeditionary force, but I can only do odd jobs that anyone can do. It doesn't matter whether I'm there or not."

"I didn't behave that well because I always refused to listen to my uncle and aunt, which caused them to sigh and complain. I was the bad boy who was always bullying at home. I didn't dare to offend powerful strangers or bad people. I only dared to throw tantrums with people I was familiar with and close to me."

The maid's voice gradually rose in pitch, her speech became faster, and she became more trembling and choked.

"I'm not as kind and good as you think. I'm jealous of Miss Jungu. I feel inferior because of her strength, but when I realize she can't speak normally, I feel superior again, gaining an ugly self-confidence built on the flaws of others. I also have some terrible thoughts when I'm unhappy about something, but I don't have the courage or ability to carry them out..."

Feiman paused, not because she didn't want to continue, but because she found that Miss Baishe seemed to want to walk up to her.

However, this was absolutely not allowed, because if they were face to face, she would have no way of saying these things.

But she was not in the mood, nor did she have the ability to compete with the other person in speed. She simply learned from her past mistakes and curled up on the ground, resting her head on her knees and burying her face. Some papers in her arms fell out and floated to the ground, covered with dust.

Since she had known that today was the day to relax with Miss White Snake, Feiman secretly dressed up carefully after arriving in Windmill City last night, just to give her a surprise.

A haze blue round hat, long silver-white hair divided into two strands and braided into a light blue ribbon, an ivory white square-necked dress with hollow lace flying sleeves, a black velvet grosgrain cross-lace on the front, a three-layer pleated skirt, and Miss White Snake's favorite white stockings...

The purpose was to look like a daughter of a duke, or at least a well-behaved and cultured scholar, rather than a little maid or a wandering bard.

Although he received generous praise in the beginning, now it seems that his image is completely ruined.

How can you be so useless? How can you mess up even such a small thing?

Feiman felt inexplicably aggrieved and sad, her nose felt sore, and the tears that she had held back with great difficulty before now flowed like pearls from a broken string.

But she has to go on. She may be so stubborn in some aspects that even she is surprised.

"...I'm just such an ordinary and mediocre girl. I don't have a great background, and I don't know any remarkable magic. The only thing I can boast of, something slightly unique, is a good memory. I only have so-called pursuits: the pursuit of collecting stories, the pursuit of becoming a messenger of destiny..."

Her eyes were red and her voice gradually lowered. "But this is nothing to brag about, because even my dream is not purely for the sake of anger."

"A powerful person like Miss Baishe would never be able to imagine this. For a weak, ignorant, and helpless orphan, the only way she could think of proving herself was to shout loudly, to regard a goal that is unattainable for ordinary people as her own dream. Only then could she find a tiny shred of self-respect."

“Only by setting your dreams higher than those of everyone around you can you comfort yourself in times of sadness and helplessness by saying that at least you have something greater than anyone else.”

"Isn't it ridiculous? You're lying to yourself. You're far worse than Sister Lily. She truly has the courage and motivation to collect stories, but when she invited me, I hesitated for a long time. In the end, I had to move forward because of the lies I wove."

"But that's just who I am. So when you ask me what my true dream is, I can't answer you. I can't be sure, and I can't articulate it... Because if I do, you'll be disappointed to discover that I'm nothing special. I'm just as lost as most people, as mediocre as most people, and destined to be just as mediocre as most people..."

Feiman said a lot in one breath. In fact, she still had a lot more to say, but she had prepared a script in advance. But when it came to this moment, her brain and mouth started to disobey.

Maybe I am just such a useless guy.

An inexplicable feeling of grievance welled up in her heart, and she used this energy to try to convey the final, most desired words:

"I'm sorry, but that's just who I am. I don't have anything remarkable. I only have these ridiculous things. I, I shared everything with you. This is Feiman's story. Now I have nothing..."

The moment she finished speaking, she felt a little regretful.

On the one hand, I feel annoyed by my incoherent speech and wonder if the other person can understand me; on the other hand, I feel anxious and afraid of the other person's reaction.

Because she is not a remarkable person, she is not one of those powerful characters, her experience is nothing to talk about, and her thoughts are even more insignificant.

Perhaps it is precisely because the bards' own stories are too boring that they are keen to sing the legends and epics of heroes.

But for Feiman, those messy thoughts that are buried deep in her heart and cannot be spoken out freely may be her only unique things. They are the most precious treasures in her small world. She is willing to share them with others. That is the most advanced and sincere gift she can think of.

I give you my heart.

Even though there are false dreams hidden inside, even though there are unspeakable inferiority, awkwardness and weakness, but that is all, the most real me, without a trace of cover-up, with all the sincerity.

This is my response and farewell to you.

"I will also be curious about everything about Feiman," and it is also a small farewell before the countdown arrives.

Yes, time is running out.

In a few days, the girl will step onto the stage of destiny and engage in a brutal fight to the death. Regardless of victory or defeat, he may never see her again.

Fei Man has always thought so. She knows very well that Miss White Snake seems to be very close to her, but in fact she is so far away that she cannot reach her. Perhaps becoming a messenger of destiny can fill the distance between them, but now this wish has been dashed.