Chapter 3 Guest, what is your wish?
Darien's break was ruined.
But it didn't matter, his new customers would pay him a salary that would satisfy him enough.
"Welcome to the Magic Shop. I'm the owner Darien. How can I help you?" Darien stepped forward to greet his new guest.
"Magic..." the first-time visitor muttered to himself.
Darien looked at the confused new guest. He was young but not immature, with a handsome face. He was dressed casually, just a simple shirt, trousers and leather boots, with a sword slung at his waist.
There's nothing special about it. The only thing worth noting is that the guest's body is translucent and he is a ghost.
The aroma of hot black tea hit the teacup. Sewell brewed a new pot of tea and brought it over to appease the new guest: "Please sit down and have a cup of tea first."
"Thank you." The ghost sat down, picked up the hot tea and drank it slowly. His body gradually became solid and he looked like a living person.
Another cup of tea was placed in Darien's hand, with two extra sugar cubes in it, a special treat for the dearest master.
"Sevier, ask Mrs. Fudge if there are any snacks in the kitchen so we can bring a plate for our guests," said Darien.
"Thank you, the hot tea is enough." The undead was the first to refuse the offer of dropping the snack, "Please pour me some more."
"Okay." Seville paused his sideways movement, picked up the teapot and poured him another cup of hot tea.
Having saved a plate of dessert, Darien's expression brightened visibly. "Do you have any wishes? I can help you realize any wish. You just have to pay the price."
The customers of the Magic Shop are generally divided into two types.
The first type is customers who only buy potions and enchanted items, and they don't have anything extra worth trading.
The other type is special guests. They possess certain qualities, such as beauty, wisdom, courage... or a pure enough soul, which can be exchanged for wishes.
The undead lowered his head, and the steam from the black tea blurred his eyes.
After a while, he raised his clear eyes and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't have anything worth exchanging. I've been dead for so long that I've even forgotten who I am."
"It doesn't matter." Darien laughed. "Your soul is pure enough to grant any wish. Is there anything you want?"
Darien's eyes could see directly into souls. Most people's souls were pale, occasionally showing a little firefly; dirty souls were like ashes, with a stale smell; and the most precious souls would emit a warm golden light, shining like the most precious gems in his eyes.
"I..." The glittering undead paused. After a long silence, he raised his eyes again. "Many friends died with me, whose names I have forgotten. I promised them that I would bring them back to their homeland. You can take my soul, as long as you can do this."
"What about you?" Darien laughed. "What about a wish that's truly yours? Your soul is precious enough, so I can grant you an extra wish."
The uncommon generosity of the black-hearted shopkeeper nearly made Mr. Crow smash his cup. Leon, who was hanging on the wall, shook off his already fragile beard.
"I want to know my name... who I am." The undead spoke slowly.
This was a wish that was not too difficult to fulfill, much easier to achieve than helping his companions return home.
"Of course." Darien nodded. "There's a room upstairs. You can stay here temporarily."
"Thank you, sorry to bother you then." The undead said softly.
"It's still early. We can go to where you came from and take a look. Maybe we can get some useful clues. But before that, we need to sign a contract." Darien said, "Sevier, bring your tools and picnic basket. We might have lunch outside today."
A new magic contract was placed on the table. Although the undead had forgotten his own name, the contract could be established by pressing his handprint and imprinting his soul.
"It's a pleasure working with you." Darien smiled and shook hands with the undead. The sooner the contract was completed, the sooner the precious soul would fall into his pocket.
"Thank you for helping me." said the undead.
After going out for a while, Sewell came back soon with grave digging... gardening tools and a picnic basket. Everything was ready.
"Please open this door again, Mr. Undead," Darion said. "Follow your steps and we will be able to return to where you came from."
"Just call me Avery," said the dead man.
"Did you give yourself a new name?" Darien asked casually.
"It's the words engraved on this sword." Avery shook his head and patted the sword on his waist with his hand.
"Yes, we have another clue." Darien said as he flipped over a wooden sign. "Leon, close the door. No more guests today."
"Yes, master." Leon said while moving his mouth, trying to remind them that his beard was still on the ground.
However, everyone ignored this and walked out of the gorse revolving door together.
Leon and his poor bearded man lying on the ground looked at each other.
Following Avery's footsteps, Darien and Sewell came to a rocky beach.
The gorse revolving door of the magic shop connected to any door in the world. They crawled out of a carriage that had overturned on a rocky beach.
Half of the carriage door was shaky. Avery said that the carriage had been here for a long time, but it only suddenly showed great attraction to him today.
"Can you point to the place where you are buried? It would take a lot of time to turn over the entire rubble beach," said Darien.
"Of course." Avery clapped his hands lightly.
Groups of fist-sized blue ghosts swayed and floated out from under the rocks on the rocky beach. Fortunately, it was daytime now. If it was late at night, the scene of floating soul fire would definitely scare people to death.
Almost all of those souls have lost consciousness and are so weak that they can be blown away by a gust of wind. Their bones are buried wherever they stay.
"Okay, let's get started now," Darien said.
Sewell came over and put a shovel in Avery's hand. The guest also needed to work.
Darien found digging stones both painful and boring, so after pretending to dig a few times, he sat on a large protruding rock and cast a spell on the shovel.
The shovel jumped up and down, shoveling up a lot of stones very energetically. After a few shovels, it dug into the land underneath.
The soil was also dug up, and after a shallow pit less than half a meter deep was dug, the white bones underneath were exposed.
Darien would not dirty his hands collecting the bones, he chose to let them move on their own.
Then a scene even stranger than the soul fire appeared.
The skeletons in the pit creaked and pieced themselves together into a complete skeleton, the ribs and chest were then joined with the arms and legs, and finally the skull was lifted and placed on the spine.
The blue soul fire flew into the head, and a lowest-level skeleton soldier was born.
"Go, dig out your friends too." Darien commanded the skeleton soldier.
Seville and Avery on the side had just dug into the soil layer when the shovels in their hands flew out of their hands. They were also cast with magic and moved much more efficiently.
"Hold an umbrella for me." Darien felt a little wilted by the sun.
The wasteland where the tower is located is an uninhabited place, shrouded in haze all year round. Even if there is sunlight, it is pitifully thin. Darian feels that normal sunlight is a bit too strong for him.
Seville ran over quickly and pulled out an umbrella from somewhere, and a shadow immediately covered the wizard's head.
Although Avery no longer had to dig holes, he still followed the skeletons with a look of nostalgia on his face.
I don’t know what a ghost with amnesia could miss, but such nostalgia reveals sadness, and he seems to need comfort.
But that’s another price.
Mr. Mage's comfort comes at a cost. Just 50 gold coins can make Darien the most comforting spiritual mentor for an hour.
But Avery soon cheered up. He smiled and greeted the silent skeletons in a cheerful tone, as if he was getting to know his good friends again.
The wait was boring. After watching the skeleton digging the hole for a while, Darien began to yawn.
Time to have some fun and pass the time.
"A long time ago, I heard a story about crows," Darien said to Sewell. "If you have a half-full bottle of water in front of you, how should you drink it?"
"Pick it up and drink it." Sevier replied.
"That's not the story I heard. You're not a smart enough crow." Darien was dissatisfied with the answer. "You should have picked up the pebbles in your beak to raise the water level before drinking it."
"But I have hands." Sewell showed Darien his long and strong fingers.
Bang!
Darien slapped his hand so hard it hurt.
Mr. Mage clenched his hands and snorted coldly: "You, show me your performance."
It was obvious that Mr. Crow had greatly annoyed him.
Sewell leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Of course, my dearest master. Can we do it after I get back? In addition to the crow picking up stones, I can also perform the crow picking up roses. Do you want to have lunch now? It's time for lunch."
Darien was slightly pleased, and since he paid great attention to meal times, he took out his pocket watch from Sevier's inner pocket and saw that it was indeed lunchtime.
"Okay, remember to show me tonight, and now let's have lunch." He put the pocket watch back into Sewell's pocket and said.
Avery was still talking to the skeletons that looked almost identical on the other side, but the skeletons didn't respond to him at all. Avery seemed to be talking to himself.
With great perseverance, he talked to all the skeletons, and the skeletons began to respond to him a little, but this reaction was more like encountering an annoying fly that needed to be driven away.
The arrival of lunchtime saved the skeletons.
The rocky beach was rugged, so they walked up a little. On the rocky beach was a quiet forest, where they could enjoy lunch under the shade of the trees.
Even a picnic outside requires a sense of ritual.
Mr. Crow produced a table and three chairs out of thin air, laid a tablecloth on them, and placed exquisite utensils on the table. He even placed a vase on the table with wild flowers picked from the woods in it.
"Wow." Avery made a surprised sound.
Next up is unpacking the picnic basket.
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