Chapter 44 Lucky Wind Chime

"S-it's so cold..."

When the fruit enters the mouth, it is a little bitter at first, but as you chew it, it turns into a light sour-sweet taste and a special fragrance. As he breathed, there was a strong cold feeling in his 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 this."

Fiona Hu's big blue eyes rolled, and she 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 a special 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 sweeping guard left, except for a few people suddenly evaporating 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 little outsiders who didn't open their eyes. They came to Kallas and saw that it was very prosperous, so they became greedy and planned to make some money here.

After succeeding several times, they became bolder and bolder. Seeing the bulging wallet in the girl's hand and the fact that there were no guards around her, I 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 looked around as they walked, 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 stalls, including some common decorative items such as small animals, dolls, and pony carriages, 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, mademoiselle. A craft 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 the introduction of witch straw weaving in books. It is said that they can act like real animals and are good scouts.

"Do you need anything? 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. He seemed to be the grandson of the 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 can be seen that he studied very hard, and his flushed face was already covered in sweat.

Hearing the voice, the little boy also raised his head, 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 hands.

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. The 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 two shining copper coins are embedded 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 fallen in love with this owl-straw braid? It is made of dried cattails and bluebells. 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. Judging from 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 tremblingly and picked up a pale straw wind chime from the stall. There were eight pale white straw ropes of different lengths hanging under the wind chime, and under each rope, there was a mangul fruit tied. ①

"How about this lucky wind chime? It is made of bluebell grass that is naturally dried in the sun. It is said that hanging such a wind chime under the eaves can bring good luck to the people in the family, and it is very suitable as a gift."

"Bring good luck?"

Fiona was stunned for a moment and took the wind chime handed over by the old man. The wind chime itself has a pleasant smell of sunshine, and the falling mangul fruits gently collide with each other, making a slight snapping sound.

"Well, okay, then I'll have one of these wind chimes."

The girl looked at it and didn't feel anything special, and it still didn't meet the standard of the gift in her mind. But she was kind by nature and didn't want to reject the old man's kindness, so she decided to buy this wind chime.

"Are you not satisfied? Don't force yourself, kind little girl."

The old woman keenly noticed Fiona's thoughts and smiled kindly at her.

"Do you know, little girl, this lucky wind chime is actually related to a legend that is privately circulated among our straw weaving artists."

As she 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 it almost anywhere, in the fields, by the streams, and on the mountains.

During the Rainy Month and the Golden Month every year, they will bloom small flowers like white bells. 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 of the bluebells have ten, twelve, and fourteen flowers.

Maybe you can occasionally see seven, eight, eleven, and thirteen bluebells.

But the only bluebell with nine flowers, even if you search the entire field, you may not be able to see it——"

①: A kind of tree fruit similar to pine cones, with a harder texture.

②: April to August