Chapter 155

Sister Carrie Ann had to deal with pranks that were weird and harmless.

"On Christmas today, I can only stay in school."

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Duck started thinking about Christmas gifts on Friday night.

In previous Christmases, he was always the one who only accepted gifts without returning any gifts.

This year, of course, that can’t happen again.

Not returning gifts at Christmas is the prerogative of little children, and students entering St. Marian's are already out of that age group.

He sat in the common room, writing a gift list in his notebook.

——Deanna

——Rose

——Senior Pandora

——Professor Kaser

——Professor Clare

——Professor Lily

——Little Demon Beast

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——Emma

——Arvit

In addition to a chocolate gift box for each student in the Noble House, Emma and Arvette were also included in the gift list.

After all, I received a gift from Emma for the mural research, so I wanted to repay the gift no matter what.

As for mother's gift, you can ask Professor Claire to send it back.

Before Christmas, most professors will leave the college to spend Christmas with their families.

Dak has spent Christmas with Arvette in the past, but this year can be said to be the first time he spent it alone.

"I didn't know if I didn't count them, but I was shocked when I counted them. There are actually nine gifts that need to be carefully prepared!"

"Take your time one by one."

"As for Deanna, although she would most likely prefer to receive a gift package of candy, I have exactly one core material here that is suitable for her."

"Rose...well, maybe we can get a signed copy of Claire's Travels?"

"Senior, think about it again."

"Professor Kazel, he always won't let himself relax. Give him a novel, "The Old Knight of the Border" would be good."

"Professor Lily, um, let's go to Traveler Street tomorrow to see what good wine there is."

"Little Devilmon, pick out a scarf, it can also be used as a hat."

"Emma, ​​I wonder what she's been reading lately? I can give her a box of homemade apple juice."

"Finally, mother, hey, I wonder if she would be interested in snapdragons?"

Chapter 183 The little demon beast is in urgent need of a sense of ritual

"Just kidding."

"I almost forgot there was a gift from Aunt Claire."

"Well, just like Professor Lily, how about giving her a bottle of good wine?"

"As for mother's gift, just give her a pot of normal cat grass."

"You can't buy this stuff outside."

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So the next day on Saturday, Duck took a bath after morning exercise, drank a glass of milk, and took the little devil beast to Traveler Street.

The streets are decorated with colorful decorations, various colored lights are hung on the eaves, and the dolls and signboards placed in front of the stores are also wearing Christmas hats.

The holiday spirit is coming faster than expected.

In the small garden in the middle of the food court, an undecorated Christmas tree was already standing there.

If you come at night, you will see many couples making love here.

Duck avoided the peak population period and came early in the morning, planning to return before noon.

When passing by a candy store, he thought about it and bought a "Christmas candy gift bag."

After leaving the store, he had a Christmas card in his hand.

It seems that this is a joint activity of Traveler Street, and the shopkeepers will give Christmas cards to the people they choose.

This saves the effort of purchasing it separately.

Next, he spent some time to find "Clare's Travels" and "The Old Knight of the Border" in two bookstores respectively. "Clare's Travels" was an unexpected bestseller, and demand exceeded supply.

So he bought a copy himself, ready to take a closer look at where Aunt Claire has been over the years.

As for "The Old Knight of the Border", because it is the autobiography of a knight after the war and he is not a famous person, the sales volume is not very high. I can only find a solitary copy in an old bookstore.

It's also good luck.

"Crack! Crack!"

The little demon beast deliberately vibrated its wings to make a sound, and flew back and forth in front of Dark.

Because Dak forbids it from speaking in front of outsiders, it can only express itself through "sign language".

"Okay, let's go buy yours."

Dak breathed a sigh of relief and showed a helpless smile.

The little devil beast suddenly danced in the air.

Duck added: "But it won't be opened until Christmas."

The little demon beast nodded desperately.

Who doesn’t have a sense of ritual?

Of course my little devil does too!

This is the first holiday gift that the beast has received, and of course it must be opened ceremoniously on the eve of Christmas, which is full of rituals!

"Hoo ho ho!"

The little devilmon couldn't help but laugh.

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When they arrived in front of a clothing store, the little demon beast stopped at the door and refused to go in.

Duck knew it wanted to keep it a surprise, so he walked in alone.

As the weather gets colder, students' demand for scarves and gloves is getting higher and higher, and there are more stores selling these products.

Dak chose carefully and finally chose a brown, thicker scarf.

In short, price is not an issue, the quality of the things must be good.

He asked the waiter to help wrap it up and put it into a gift box.

The young lady couldn't help but joked: "What, is this a Christmas gift for my little girlfriend?"

Duck smiled and said, "No."

The young lady asked curiously: "Who is it going to be given to?"

Duck: "AIBO."

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After walking out of the store, Duck raised the gift box and waved it in front of the little devil beast.

The little demon beast stared for a long time and resisted the urge to open it immediately.

He wants to spend the next week guessing the color and style of the scarf!

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After getting the most important scarf, Dark went to the tavern where he last bought fairy wine.

But he seemed to have arrived too early. The door of this shabby tavern at the corner of Traveler Street was still tightly closed.

"Then come later."

After thinking about it, Duck decided to buy some juice bottles and gift boxes first, and of course apples.

Gifts for Emma should be the cheapest, but they require a lot of effort.

After he bought all the things, he did not continue shopping, but went back to the dormitory first.

Because there are too many things in my hands.

…

"Hey, Duck, are you back yet?"

As soon as he entered the tower, Dark met the heavily armed Diana and Rose.

Although there are still two weekends until Christmas, girls obviously prefer to prepare in advance.

Besides, maybe two weekends combined wouldn’t be enough for them to go shopping.

Diana and Rose were planning to pick up Christmas gifts while shopping.

Nowadays, Diana is considered to be rich and powerful, and her voice is much louder when she speaks.

Dak raised the thing in his hand and said, "I have something else to do."

Diana had no choice but to swallow the invitation she was about to speak: "Oh, okay then."

Duck returned to the dormitory, put the gifts away, washed his hands, and started making apple juice.

The process of making apple juice is very simple and mainly takes time.

With the help of Huchu, Dak spent a whole morning to complete the preparation. He added special spices for preservation into the apple juice, kept them one by one, and finally put them in a gift box and pushed them to the corner.

"Done!"

Duck stood up, suddenly feeling very fulfilled.

He shook his head, packed up his things, had lunch in the cafeteria, and then headed to Traveler Street again.

Traveler Street was obviously much more crowded in the afternoon, and people laughing and laughing could be seen everywhere.

Duck felt the atmosphere of the approaching festival while thinking about what to buy.

The type of wine and the type of cat grass have not been decided yet.

The gift for my senior sister is even more clueless.

Soon after, he came to the Maomao flower and tree shop, and his eyes were immediately attracted by a ragdoll cat.

But after playing with the cat, he walked out empty-handed.

If you really send a pot of cat grass back, the fat cat at home will probably not be happy.

"How about wrapping the Crimson Star medal as a gift..."

Duck couldn't help but murmured.

…

When he came to the tavern again, the door of the tavern had been opened a crack.

Duck pushed open the door and saw the owner of the tavern, Uncle Simmons.

Simmons looks to be in his forties, with long and pointed ears. He is not a fairy, but a male elf.