A super traveler in a peaceful world

——Huh? Wait, I think I saw a good job!

While waiting for An Luo, who was ready to speak when the time came, to finish speaking, Irena, who was sighing in the chair, suddenly noticed something, suddenly stood up and rushed to the edge of the square not far away, The Second-Chome Murderer Foreign matter mixed in stage play flyers.

It was a recruitment flyer, and there was very little content written on it [Wanting for magicians who can work very short-term, a good opportunity to make a lot of money! ] Below it is written [If you are interested, please come immediately to negotiate (if you come to join in the fun, please go back)], and the address is clearly written at the bottom, as well as the signature of the person who posted the job advertisement.

Lavender Witch Estelle? I always feel like...Have you seen this name somewhere before? Irena turned her head slightly to think, and suddenly opened her mouth: Ah! This is that stage The witch who executes the murderer in the show!”

Well, it seems that the murderer was caught. And the elder sister who was next to me during the stage play said that this seems to be adapted from a real incident.

Liar?! The witch and the criminal have been close friends since childhood. Is this true?

Because she had just watched the stage play, Irena's face was also filled with gossip, and her face was full of inquiring curiosity. An Luo waved his hand uninterestedly: Who knows? If this advertisement is true, you can ask her herself...if you are not afraid of being beaten.

I won't ask such a rude question! So you ask! If you ask, I will forgive you one silver coin of debt!

One silver coin is too little for a beating. Can you not be so picky? At least... No, I want to say that you have some sympathy for this matter. An Luo, who was just about to bargain for this kind of thing, but felt that it was too low of his own worth, immediately reached the peak of morality.

Irena, who was condemned, just spread her hands helplessly: Sympathy is sympathy, but the thing didn't happen next to me. It was just like listening to a story. In fact, it was also made into a story. This kind of thing is completely unfair. Stories about people you know can only make people sigh and wonder, can't they?

Well, what you said makes sense, but let's go take a look first. Maybe we can really make a lot of money.

I have this idea, but let's make it clear first that I discovered this, and you are not allowed to rob it from me!

Like a little animal guarding its food, Irena held the flyer in her arms and guarded him vigilantly.

You can't rob it, but you can't rob it, can you? After all, if the other party wants a magician, they will definitely choose you over me. You are a witch, and I am just a magician.

Yes, how about you change gender? If you change gender, maybe you can have a chance to become a witch?

roll!

An Luo flicked the smirking girl's forehead with his finger, and when she screamed in pain and covered her head reflexively, he snatched the flyer from her arms and quickly moved towards the leaflet. He left at the address, but Irena immediately chased after her: Stop! Give it back to me! I found this!

After chasing like this for a while, they arrived at the address. It was a large building with no decorations on the outside. The appearance was bland, monotonous and simple to the point of being a bit too much.

It is unimaginable that this is the residence of the only palace witch in this country.

Chapter 23 Lavender Witch Estelle

...It doesn't look like a rich person. Can we really make a fortune? By the way...is this really the home of Estelle, the lavender witch?

Irena, who took back the flyer because An Luo stopped, looked at the room with more suspicious faces, and began to worry that the flyer might be a prank.

After all, as the only witch in this country, no matter how you think about it, Estelle is unlikely to be short of money, and witches who are normally employed by the country, in addition to being patriotic, are more likely to love money. This... A patriotic witch?

But even a patriotic witch shouldn't be poor. Of course, the actual situation cannot be seen from the outside, but looking through the window, there seems to be no furniture inside. The only decoration is a pot of lavender on the table, which can be called simple. It's to the point of being completely destitute.

Although they had some doubts at first that they had gone to the wrong place, the same flyer was posted next to the house, which meant that they had not gone wrong.

After hesitating for a while, curiosity and persistence in money still took over, even greatly outweighing her doubts about the contents of the flyer, making Irena step forward and knock on the simple wooden door.

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After knocking on the door and waiting for a while, footsteps came from inside and the door was soon opened.

A girl with beautiful purple shoulder-length short hair, amber eyes and a pretty face. She seemed to be slightly older than Irena, but she was still in the teenage stage but had a capable feeling. Then she appeared in front of the two of them. In sight.

This girl is wearing a purple cloak on the outside, and is wearing a British-style high school girl's uniform on the inside. The top is a black coat, a white shirt and a red tie. The bottom is a brown short skirt with knee-high black silk, and black boots.

The most important thing is that on the top of the wide purple mage tricorn hat she wears, there is a witch brooch hanging gently at the end, which clearly indicates that she is a witch.

Are you...? The purple-haired girl let her eyes wander between the two of them in confusion.

Hello, I am the Gray Witch Irena. I came here after seeing the flyer posted outside. Irena raised her skirt slightly, introduced herself and pointed at An Luo: This guy is An Luo , Well, it doesn’t matter if you don’t remember the name of the troublemaker who is joining in the fun.”

Well, I'm just joining in the fun, and by the way, can I have some food? An Luo smiled and raised his hand, stating his intention directly. The purple-haired girl raised her eyebrows slightly: No, those who join in the fun can go back.

No, I can't make it for lunch, at least afternoon tea and snacks...

It's a joke. Since we are companions, let's both come in.

The girl laughed and stepped aside to signal others to come in.

While the tea set was preparing snacks, the purple-haired girl also announced her identity, but it was no different from what the two expected. She was none other than the lavender witch Estelle herself.

After a while, she brought a basin of biscuits, and also made a cup of black tea for the two of them and for herself. She pushed the biscuits and black tea over with a smile: These are the biscuits I just made. You can try them first. Taste it, let’s consider it as an afternoon tea snack.”

Thank you~ I'm welcome!

Irena, whose stomach was already growling with hunger, immediately started working with her left and right hands without caring about her appearance, grabbing biscuits and stuffing them into her mouth.

Soon there were cookie crumbs at the corners of her mouth, and Estelle couldn't help but suspect that the brooch on her chest was fake: ...You are a witch, right?

That's it. You can tell by looking at it, right?

Then why...you seem to be very hungry?

The money was accidentally spent!

Hey, hey...can I ask, what is your current occupation?

Occupation? I'm a traveler.

This means...people who are just traveling, right? Is this considered a profession?

The smile on Estelle's face became very forced, and she subconsciously looked at the other An Luo next to her, whose movements were relatively more elegant, and asked: What about you? Are you also a traveler by profession?

How could it be? I am different from Irena, a child who is not popular. I am a person with a serious job.

specific?

Soothsayer.

Is this...serious?

Very serious.

...Yes, that's it...

What's going on with these two weirdos? Could it be a fraud gang? ? You are so poor that you come here to cheat on food and drink? ? But would a normal witch be so mixed up?

Estelle, who couldn't hold back the smile on her face, couldn't help but wonder in her heart. Although the food was just black tea and biscuits, it could only be used to cushion her stomach at best.

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An Luo looked at the very cute cartoon cookies on the table, in the shapes of frogs, bears, cats, chickens, people, and horses. He couldn't help but pick up one and observed while sighing: Esther Miss Er’s craftsmanship is really good, these biscuits look so nice, if you don’t open a shop and become a witch, you will lose a pastry chef.”

Thank you, but... something of this level can be easily made using molds. Although for these two guys who were just eating, Estelle felt that they were very unreliable. Pu had the urge to drive them out, but he still had the patience to correct them.

Is that so? But it's amazing that it can be baked completely. Well...it just tastes ordinary.

P-ordinary... Ordinary, I'm really sorry... Estelle could no longer maintain her smile. At first she thought he was trying to get closer, but now she couldn't help but doubt it. Pi Xiaorou said without a smile: You...are you not just here to watch the fun, but also intend to cause trouble?

No, no, I think the taste is good if it's ordinary, not bad if it's ordinary.

What's the difference? Aren't they all ordinary??

Of course there is a difference. The ordinary one is bad, and the ordinary one is good. Why aren't you happy yet? An Luo ate with relish to fill his stomach and spread his hands innocently. This way Estelle finally Unable to bear it anymore, he clapped his hands on the table: ——Then you come and try it! I'll give you an average rating, will you be happy or not?

My words will surely please you.

Ordinary difference!

Very happy too.

...You can just say it verbally.

No, I'm serious. An Luo shook his head with a serious look on his face. Irena also stuffed the biscuit in her mouth. After swallowing part of it, she chewed and interjected: This guy...he Although he is a liar who tells lies, this is the only thing that is true.

A liar who tells lies...?

Estelle, who was already very suspicious of them, now looked at the two of them with a certain change in their eyes. She even looked at the star-shaped brooch on Irena's chest suspiciously: Your companion is a liar who talks lies. , what about you? Is this brooch a fake?

If you don't believe this is genuine, take a closer look for yourself! Besides, you misunderstood. I'm actually not familiar with him.

——Irena?? What are you talking about? We didn't agree to be each other's angels, how could you always suddenly abandon me at this time and break my wings secretly???

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What are you talking nonsense about? I broke your wings openly, and... well~ it's really not sweet enough. Did you add less sugar?... Well, I didn't make an appointment with you, this It’s all nonsense you said unilaterally.”

Irena made her own evaluation while eating cookies, while trying her best to break off the relationship with An Luo.

The conversation between these two people made Estelle, as a listener and employer, so speechless that she didn't know what to say to them.

But after carefully observing the witch mark on Irena's chest, she couldn't see any problem. Finally, she took a sip of the black tea prepared for herself and took a long breath to try to clear her chaotic mind.

Then she looked at Irena who hadn't stopped talking since she entered the door. There was even something in her mouth when she spoke, and her words were a bit unclear. She was really hungry and reincarnated. She sighed and gave up. asked:

First of all...Miss Irena, the fact that you found me here means that you have the intention to work, right?

If you're asking about your intention to make money, I have it.

What about your intention to work?

If possible, I would like to make money without working.

This... forget it... Even if you don't want to work, you are still a witch. This can't be false.

It was the first time for Estelle to meet such a strange person. She sighed again and felt that she almost had a certain understanding of these two people. Although after judging that Irena was a witch, she could basically confirm that they were It's probably not really just here to eat and drink.

So next, she asked some things about Irena out of politeness. An Luo said from the beginning that he was just here to join in the fun, but he was doing nothing while eating biscuits that tasted ordinary because of the lack of sugar. listened.

When they talked about their ages and learned that Estelle became an apprentice witch at the age of ten and became a witch at the age of thirteen, they couldn't help but glance at Estelle's chest without leaving any trace, and were surprised in their hearts that this All the talented girls in the world have flat chests.

...What are you looking at? Irena noticed that An Luo was quietly looking at Estelle's chest, and immediately cast a very cold gaze. Estelle, who was not aware of the gaze, seemed to feel the same. As if something had happened, she frowned and observed him: Are you thinking of something very rude?

....Not at all, please don't pay attention to me...

An Luo, who had a premonition that if he told the truth, would be jointly attacked by the two witches, immediately pretended not to do or think anything, and looked around to observe Estelle's extremely simple living room.

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Estelle's home was tidy at best, and had almost nothing at worst. It only had furniture that met the minimum living needs and a pot of lavender, which gave An Luo the illusion of dreaming of being in a slum.

However, in this seemingly impoverished room, there is a wall that still has no decorations, but there are a lot of photos hanging on it, which makes the room somewhat lively.

The color photos, without exception, are of a little girl with short purple shoulder-length hair who is about ten years old, and a little girl with long blue hair who is roughly the same age. These two cute little girls are closely together. .

One of the purple-haired little girls looked vaguely recognizable as Estelle, but the other was a complete stranger.

...I always feel that such photos of cute girls interacting intimately are quite healing just looking at them. An Luo, who stopped in front of the photo, couldn't help but sigh, letting Esther hug her Irena, who was given a large bag of gold coins by her son, suddenly turned her head and pointed at him and shouted: Hey! I heard this very clearly, now do you dare to say that you are not a lolicon!

Ha? What are you thinking about in your dirty head? An Luo looked back disapprovingly and sneered: I just think there is something wrong with cute children??

Normal people say it's nothing, but when you say it again, I feel there is ambiguity.

Am I not a normal person?? Otherwise, what else could I be?

--abnormal.

...I always feel hurt in every sense when something like this is answered instantly.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, but just shook his head and said nothing more. Estelle's expression next to him was a bit complicated, and she didn't know how to evaluate their conversation.

Normally, it's nothing to be praised, but Irena's words also gave her a strange feeling. It was really difficult to accept the compliments frankly, but she still stood up and pointed at the blue-haired girl on the wall. He said with some hesitation: This is... my friend... I don't know if you know about the incident of Nin-chome Murderer.

I'm not sure about the incident, but when we came to this country, we watched the stage play of Ni-Chome Murderer. While speaking, An Luo also glanced at Irena, who was still eating cookies. As he expected, Irena also slowed down her eating speed slightly, obviously very curious about how the person involved in the incident would evaluate this incident.

Estelle didn't pay attention to the little actions of the two of them. She just looked at the photos on the wall and pondered for a while, then slowly said: ...In general, it doesn't matter even if I don't explain. Things are basically the same as That stage play is pretty much the same.”

Have you seen it too?

How is it possible...how could I go see something like that. Estelle shook her head with an expression of pain and loneliness: I just heard people talk about the plot.

That's right... So you and Miss Serena are friends. Is this true?

....Friend is not the right word.

Eh, isn't it?

She was my childhood friend... she was like a sister to me.

Estelle took out a photo from her pocket that she carried with her, similar to the photo on the wall of two lolita face to face and intimate, and gently caressed the little girl named Serena in the photo, slowly He said: Although you have seen the stage play, it has still changed a bit, so I will tell you personally.

Uh, um... I'm done.

Even An Luo couldn't guess why she would mention her sadness to two strangers at this time, but since the other party was going to say it, he didn't recommend listening to it like a trash can. This would definitely not be the case. What a good thing.