Early the next morning, the old man called me, Emile, and Tassili together to the basement of Blood of Shia.
"Look! This is my treasure trove! I've put everything I've ever had in my life here!"
The old Finland man laughed.
"If your next sentence is “you want it then come and get it”, then I'll take a knife and chop you to death ......"
Emile mindlessly joking about it.
"How can it be, I have shown them all to you here?"
The old man became excited as he aggressively drew out a trumpet-like apparatus.
"Watch it, brats," he held the handle in one hand and covered the mouth of the horn with the other, "Next ......"
he flung his hand, and out of the tiny horn mouth sprang a dozen of colored butterflies.
"Wow!" Tassili eyes shining, excitedly shouted out, "So amazing!"
"Hehehe ...... is it."
The old man proudly patted his chest.
"And this ......" he waved his hand to us, "Nothing, right?"
"Uh-huh!"
Tassili responds expectantly.
Tassili is so easy to fool.......
The old man clenched his hands in a fist, he threw them toward the sky -
A golden starlight flying in the sky hovered down -
"Awesome, right?"
"Mmmmmm! So awesome!"
Tassili's eyes glowed.
"Che," Emile said dismissively, "Level 2 Illusion, Level 1 Flash, and only that Wind Crack is barely a Level 3 magic, and all of them are low level."
"Even so ......," the old man scratched his scalp, "that's still pretty, isn't it?"
"So? That's it?"
"The show starts the day after tomorrow, don't you guys need to get familiar with the props ...... or something?"
"I can make something like this without props."
Emile stretched out her hand, a small light phoenix fluttered up, hovering in the sky for a circle and then abruptly dissipated.
"This ...... so ah ...... then ......"
The old man said awkwardly.
"I want to learn! I want to try!"
Tassili excitedly picked up a small prop and shouted at the old man.
"Well ...... well, ha ...... ha ...... Tassili is really an angel... ..."
The old man was moved to hold his hands and almost cried out.
"Eh? How ...... what happened?"
Tassili stunned.
"All right! Nothing more for you guys, Tassili and I will make some more new small props, you guys just send a letter to Sicya for me, I also do not have that free time to accompany these two little dolls to play......"
The old man said towards us without looking back.
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"Geez, a dead old man, how dare you be angry with me."
"You are also angry at him too, okay?"
"No? I obviously did better than him."
"That's what hurts people's pride ......"
Now we were walking down an alley, not quite spacious, but very clean and tidy.
"So ......" Emile sighed and looked at the signature on the letter with her perspective magic, "Where exactly does this 'Honorable Pollyanna' lady live Where is it?"
Respected Lord Pollyanna ......
Lord Sicya ...... You're a bit ......
A chilly feeling with that name ......
Emile looked around, the pedestrians on the road immediately turned their eyes away as soon as they saw us, and the women in the house immediately closed the windows when they saw us.
"Ugh, really, forced me to......"
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Wait, Emile, don't mess around ......"
She wagged her finger at me and took a deep breath before shouting towards the sky -
" Respectfully, Miss Pollyanna!?"
It rang until the whole alley was filled with her voice.
"Respected Pollyanna! Where are you!?"
"A letter from your dearest Sicya!"
"Your dearest Sicya ......"
"Hey!!!"
An annoyed pretty voice came from a house.
The lively and delicate beast-eared girl stood by the window and waved her hand at us.
"Yah yah, are you the 'Respected Pollyanna'?"
Emile greeted affectionately.
The young girl poked her head out of the window and made sure no one was paying attention before she running out of the house.
"Your dear Sic ......"
She mercilessly interrupted Emile's vocal recitation.
"Get your ass in here!"
