Chapter 329 – Chapter 329: The Good Boy 1
A round, cylindrical barrel made of stainless steel. A simple silver tin can with no shamanic patterns or magic circles on it came up on the table. In some ways, it could be suspected that it was an apocalypse’s terrorism, but I reached out without hesitation and took the can in my hand. This is because most of the customers around them have faith in and favor with this black shaman. Whether the bomb or the gas came out of this can, I am not harmed, and the customers in the cafe are in danger, but they believe in this sorcerer, so it won’t matter.
“This?”
“…”
Just by pulling, the can opens very easily, and the pulse is drained. Pong! Inside the tin can, which was opened with a sound, was filled with round pellets that were not poison gas or small bombs. The size and shape are slightly different, but the white grains maintain the size that can be easily put in a bite. It doesn’t look dangerous, so stick your fingers in the barrel to catch one. The hard, smooth, slightly sticky surface is felt on the thumb and index finger. So, this is—
“Is it candy?”
“…”
Then the sorcerer smiled benevolently, then, like yesterday, he puts his hands together, puts his palms together, and turns around. On the first day, they just said hello and went back, but the next day they came and gave candy as a gift. The reason why the size is slightly different is that it’s handmade candy. Perhaps there is no poison or hypnotic drug in it. Even with that doubt, I couldn’t stop rolling the candy in my mouth. It was really delicious because the subtle sweetness was luxurious.
At the luxurious sweetness felt on the tip of my tongue, I unknowingly tighten my molars and swallow the candy. It’s not as hard as the sticky surface, but the candy easily breaks and melts sweetly all over the tongue. I unconsciously took out another one and almost ate it, but stopped my fingers. Even though he’s still looking at me with a smile, I’ll have to check what this candy is. There’s a chance it might contain drugs or something.
“Do you know someone, Constellation?”
“No, I don’t know, but they’ve been looking for me since yesterday. Do you know what this candy is?”
“It just looks like homemade candy. The rough surface makes it look like it was made by kneading it yourself.”
A shaman who quietly smiles even when he makes openly doubtful remarks in front of him. When I close the lid of the candy box and pick it up, I put my palms together again and turn around without hesitation and head out of the hotel cafe. The back straightened up without hesitation. When I saw the back of that correct posture, I suddenly thought of that. That the sorcerer couldn’t end with just giving this candy. It’s because it doesn’t seem like witchcraft can be done by just giving a candy as a gift, with or without suspicious intentions.
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The happening, which had been pounding with half anticipation and half anxiety about the incident, ended without a hitch. What was in the silver tin was just handmade candy made from the sap of the tree and suited to the palate of the elves. And the expectation that at most two encounters would not be the end was also right. It’s because the first meeting was a greeting, the second meeting was a candy gift, and after that, he came to say hello once a day with a smile and gave a gift.
Gifts that are hard to refuse.
‘What is it, not a shaman, but a cook?’
Following the tree sap candy that elves can’t help but like, macadamia chunk cookies that they baked themselves, as if they saw me talking about cookies at the cafe, and little muffins filled with chocolate chips… No matter how you look at it, it’s a lot of hands, so I have no choice but to make it with sincerity. Even the owner of the cafe became serious about wanting to learn something, and the incarnations said that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was so well made that it was brought back to the point where it was impossible to tell whether it was a shaman or a chef. No, while living a closed life in the southern continent for witchcraft training, the home bakery recipe is following the latest trend.
“But do you have such a spell?”
“Leaving aside sweets and candies, if you just look at the action, it’s witchcraft. Even crossing your fingers is witchcraft.”
“Tangle your fingers?”
Maybe those who belonged to the realm of superstition in the previous life were incorporated into witchcraft here. Even something as simple and clear as a finger cross that crosses the index and middle fingers is in the realm of witchcraft, so how wide it is. Everyone focuses on Lee Ha-rin’s words, explaining that if magic is deep, magic is broad. In the end, it was just a story that it was difficult to guess what the meaning of the black sorcerer’s tribute to snacks would be because the area of sorcery is so wide.
“So, do you have any guesses?”
“There are too many to mention. Looking at their faces, they look older than us, but it can be seen as an act of an adult giving a gift to a child, an act of offering a tribute to a high-ranking person like a constellation, or a relational act like a landlord showing favor to travelers. How many things can you guess just by looking at their appearance? In addition, since the Constellation-nim healed the children, it could mean postponing payment, or it could mean paying in advance, meaning asking well in advance, so magic is difficult.”
“Wow, magic isn’t really a joke…?”
“So, if you ask them what it is for, they won’t be able to answer. But since it’s clear that it’s not malicious sorcery, I’m leaving it alone.”
Han Ye-ji shakes her head as if she is sick of hearing the explanation. Yena Song, who is a physical person, rolled her pupils around the middle her, so she slipped back and began to sharpen her sword. By the way, she’s thinking of going to another city to play, but will the sorcerer follow her? Like her trip her to the West Continent, she didn’t have a long schedule, so she made a rough plan to tour the next city and return to the academy. Most of Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun’s research facilities are in the academy, and Han Ye-ji and Song Ye-na can’t keep playing.
Han Yeji and Song Yena are both types who have a desire to rise or a desire to compete, so it seems like they enjoy training. It’s only been a few days since she came to the southern continent, but it’s obvious that she’ll complain about her body itching her, saying that she wants to take up training or work soon. In particular, one Yeji said that she was scouted by the academy because of me, and then she said, ‘She is uncomfortable because she has nothing to do’and she created a security team. Song Ye-na also said that even though she adapts to modern culture and hangs out with incarnations, she hasn’t been able to break away from the habit of wielding a sword in the mountains for decades.
“Come to think of it, how are Yeji’s teammates doing?”
“They? Yeah, well, they split up a bit with other teams, but they’re all doing well. In particular, Namgoong-hee, who boasts of her muscles because she received special training from the beating lion heart.”
“…What?!”
When Han Ye-ji is scouted to the academy, she teams up with two incarnations. Her senior and team leader, Jung Ah-rin, is a druid of a giant tree that does not wither, and she was secretly paying attention because it was an opportunity for me to bond with my elf sister… , Nam Gung-hee , who is her junior and has followed her team as a shield, had never dreamed that she was infected by a muscle monster. Perhaps it was an impregnable wall, an incarnation of a knight-type constellation. Hagiya, if you look at her outside appearance her only, the training of the beating heart of the lion would be like a kind of spectacle.
“I always show off my muscles on social media, haven’t you seen it?”
“I don’t do social media at all.”
“Ah… Most men like SNS, so I thought Constellation-nim was doing it too.”
“I, like you, only watch game broadcasts or humorous articles, but what?”
To be honest, I logged on to a popular SNS in the world to kill time, but I turned it off because I was annoyed by a selfie of a man sticking out his lips like a crucian carp head. When I see a dark man’s face with a mustache, covered in photoshop effect like bunny ears, or a selfie showing off his muscular torso while covering his face with a smartphone, I’m confused as to why I’m wasting my time on such a thing. Because it loses Rather than seeing such things, wouldn’t it be better to pick up a piece or two of useful information while perusing the Seonghwa Gallery’s thoughts?
Of course, it’s funny to bring the word ‘useful’ to an internet site that is talking shit under anonymity, but I said everything because both Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun are indebted to the high-level information of Constellation otaku that comes up from time to time. At least, I dared to be confident that the incarnation analysis thoughts of Constellation Otaku were a hundred or a thousand times more useful than the muscular back of a man wearing only triangle panties.
“And did you plan the tour?”
“Yeah, well… Even if it was a plan, I just finished making a restaurant reservation.”
“Breakfast is reserved only for lunch and dinner because the Constellation-nim wanders around depending on his mood his.”
As soon as she realized that the painful explanation was over, Song Ye-na approached quietly. Lee Ha-rin wanted to chat more about magic, but the two incarnations of the body faction surprisingly did not pay attention. Instead, since it’s a restaurant-related story, Han Ye-ji and Song Ye-na, as well as Lee Ha-rin and Kim Ha-eun, sneak in and sit at the table. Who doesn’t like delicious food? No matter how tight the schedule is due to research, it’s good to eat delicious food.
