Chapter 5 Hello Mr. Crow Tells a Story
The girl raised the hand with the marigold bracelet on it and tapped gently on the window.
It was as if she could see them.
"Can she, can she see us?" Avery stuttered.
"She can't see Sewell and me, but she can see you," Darien said. "The tower is not in any corner of the world. This wasteland has been forgotten in the cracks of time, so you can meet anyone here."
Knock knock.
There was another knock on the window.
There was a look of curiosity on the girl's face, her white palms pressed against the window glass, her face close enough for Avery to look directly into her bright eyes.
Thick light-colored eyelashes wrapped around a pool of blue, like a clear mirror of the sky, reflecting Avery's face.
"Who are you?" the girl said from the bright side, but Avery couldn't hear her words, he could only read her lips.
"I don't know." Avery said slowly and shook his head.
"Avery, ask her who she is," Darien said.
"Who are you?" Avery said.
"I'm Cynthia of Brittany," the girl said.
That was enough, Noreen Skirt, Marigold, and Cynthia of Brittany.
It is enough to infer the era in which Avery lived before he became a ghost, and if you are lucky, you may also get Avery's real name.
"Have a nice morning, but don't forget your sleep time," Darien reminded. "We're leaving now. See you later."
Darien and Seville walked out of the room and followed the stairs that wound down the tower like a rotating bone dragon, and came to the kitchen of the tower.
Mr. and Mrs. Fitch were washing dishes here, and a bunch of soap bubbles flew up in the wooden basin for washing dishes, floating in the air and then bursting with a pop.
"How was dinner tonight?" Mrs. Fitch wiped her paws on her apron.
"It's delicious. I like lavender-fried chicken thighs. The chicken thighs are very tender, the skin is crispy, and there's a hint of caramel sweetness. Is it baked in the oven?" said Darian.
"Yes, that's right!" Mrs. Fitch jumped up with joy. "My dear, your taste buds are worth ten palace chefs. They are all tasteless and can only plagiarize the ideas of mice!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Fitch. You always cook delicious food. You know a lot about food," Darien said. "Please help us cut some sausage and cheese. It would be even better if you could fry them."
"It's an evening drink, how about a little garlic bread crisp?" said Mrs. Fitch.
"Okay." Dallion nodded.
"Hurry up, we need to heat up the pot again!" Mrs. Fitch dragged Fitch and ran to the stove from the small stairs next to her.
"How about cherry wine or some whiskey?" Sewell opened the wine cabinet against the wall.
The cherry wine and other fruit wines in the wine cabinet are all brewed by themselves, while the whiskey, brandy and other wines are collections of unknown years.
Fruit wine is free, but the collectible wine is very old and each bottle is sold at a sky-high price outside.
Darien hesitated for a moment, then chose cherry wine. "Cherry Bar, it's not time to celebrate with whiskey yet. Let's go upstairs and talk about that girl."
The garlic bread chips were already made, so just take them out of the jar, cut a few pieces of cheese and fry up a small plate of sausage slices, and they will be ready upstairs in no time.
"Have a nice evening," Fitch said.
"Hey!" Mrs. Fitch nudged him. Her husband was always not very good at speaking.
This sounds a little strange.
Sewell smiled and nodded at him: "Thank you."
Darien was already out the door.
The place for the evening drink is on the terrace outside the wizard's bedroom, which is the highest point in the entire tower. The wind from the wasteland is very cool. If the weather is good, the star map above your head will have the trail of a meteor.
Darien lit a magical candle that would not be extinguished by the wind, and then watched as Sewell uncorked the bottle and poured out the light red cherry wine.
The candlelight was not very bright, only illuminating the two faces facing each other. Because Sewell had not sat down yet, the little light fell on his hand holding the bottle, and the shadow slowly flowed in the grooves between his knuckles.
"Want some ice?" Sewell asked.
"Three," Darien said. "Cynthia is the daughter of Duke Boren of the Rose Dynasty. Her name is recorded in the books, and she is also the niece of Celia, the Scorpion Duke. Finally, she is the great-grandmother of our guest, Princess Yolanda. She was once a queen."
"It's a rare coincidence. I guess Cynthia and Avery didn't know each other at this time," said Sewell.
"Through the window, Cynthia saw Avery for the first time, but it wasn't Avery's first time seeing Cynthia." Darien took the cherry wine on the rocks. "Avery will be here for a while. Do you think Cynthia will be impressed by him?"
"I think so." Sewell sat down. "The fact that Avery can see Cynthia from the window means that a very important part of his life belongs to her."
"Let's stop speculating about them for now and raise your glass of Seville." Darien shook the cherry wine in the glass, and the dark red waves collided with the iceberg, creating ripples.
The two wine glasses clinked together in the dim candlelight, making a crisp clinking sound. They drank half a bottle of cherry wine with cheese slices and fried sausages.
Darien could drink quite well, so this sweet fruit wine, which was almost like juice, didn't make him drunk, but just a little sleepy.
So now it's time to say goodnight.
"I want to hear a bedtime story." said the wizard, who had the quilt covered to his chin obediently.
"How about we tell the story of Sleeping Beauty today?" Sewell gently put down the candlestick and took out a storybook that was on the bedside.
"A long time ago, there was a king and his queen who gave birth to a little princess. Because they forgot to invite a witch, the angry witch cursed the little princess."
Mr. Wizard widened his eyes and waited for the next development of the story.
"This evil curse caused the little princess to fall into a long sleep on her eighteenth birthday. Only true love's kiss can awaken her."
The wizard's eyelids had already drooped, and he tried very hard to deal with the sleepiness: "And then..."
Then, a handsome prince fought his way through the thorns and came to the castle where the little princess was sleeping.
What does the prince need to do? Of course, he needs to wake up the little princess with a kiss of true love, and then hold a wedding, and they will live a happy life.
But just as the prince bent down, a small accident happened.
The jeweled brooch that held the cloak unclasped and fell on the little princess's rose-petal-like lips.
The little princess opened her eyes.
The little princess gave the jewel brooch a kiss of true love. The little princess loved the beautiful, sparkling jewel, and because of her love, she woke herself up.
The witch's curse is very bad. True love's kiss does not refer to love from others. The little princess does not need the prince to save her. Her own love can wake her up from her slumber.
"In the end, the little princess lived a happy life with this beautiful, sparkling jewel brooch." Mr. Crow closed the book, and Mr. Wizard fell asleep in the soft pillows and quilt.
Darien slept like a cat with its claws retracted, curled up softly between the flannel blanket and soft duck down. Sewell blew out the candle.
"My dearest master, now is the time for me to collect my reward." Seville's voice ended with a joyful tone, and his pair of red eyes flashed with a strange blood-red light in the darkness.
He leaned down closer to the sleeping Darien.
Mr. Mage received two goodnight kisses from Mr. Crow on his forehead.
Seville carefully took back the morning kiss that was rejected in the morning, then happily lowered the curtain and left the wizard's room.
Over the next few days, Avery made no progress on his wish, but he and Cynthia had a happy chat through the window glass.
Pluto almost scratched out all the pages of his book, but still couldn't find anyone who had any connection with Avery.
There are very few records of Cynthia. Judging from her age, during the fifteen years before and after, the wars that took place either resulted in the deaths of several brave soldiers and national mourning, or created heroes who eventually fell into obscurity.
Avery fell into neither category; he led a transparent team and then quietly went to destruction.
Darien suspected that his thinking was wrong, otherwise why would Avery be obscured by the long river of time?
Avery's death does not seem to be upright.
"Sevier, I think we should go visit Princess Yolanda." Darien closed the book in his hand. "We need to borrow the nobles' genealogy from Princess Yolanda, as well as Cynthia's relics. Perhaps there are still some of her notes and letters left in the palace."
"It's tea time now," Sevier replied with a smile.
The master and the servant both had identical smiles on their faces.
"Avery, say goodbye to Cynthia, we have a guest." Darien knocked on Avery's door.
Avery and Cynthia were chatting happily. In just a few days, they learned to communicate through letters. There were a lot of papers scattered near the windowsill. They wrote what they wanted to say on the papers and then held them up to the window glass to communicate.
Darien did not stop this behavior. Not everyone would come to the Magic Shop, and Avery's communication could not make Cynthia come here.
As long as they are happy.
"Goodbye!" Avery quickly wrote these words on the paper and said to Cynthia as he held up the paper.
goodbye.
Cynthia also raised her notebook, revealing only a pair of twinkling blue eyes.
After the door closed, Cynthia and the small garden disappeared together.
"Who are you going to visit? Can I come too?" Avery asked.
"We're going to visit Princess Yolanda, Cynthia's great-granddaughter. Maybe we can get some useful information from there," said Darien.
"It turns out that we are separated by such a long time, but we can meet through a glass window." Avery sighed.
"A wonderful fate brings you together," said Sewell.
They went downstairs together and soon arrived at the revolving door, about to start a short journey.
The gorse revolving door was bathed in warm light. This door could lead to any corner of the world. It was a pity that it could only be used for returning customers, otherwise Darien would definitely start another travel business to all parts of the world.
Passing through the revolving door, they came to Princess Yolanda's rose garden, where Princess Yolanda was sitting next to a bunch of roses blooming as brilliant as clouds, drinking afternoon tea.
"Good day, Your Highness." Darien bowed slightly.
Sewell and Avery behind him followed suit and did the same.
"Good day, gentlemen." Princess Yolanda gently placed the teacup back on the saucer. "Would you like to have afternoon tea together?"
Darien's spirits lifted. This was exactly what he was waiting for!
Princess Yolanda's afternoon tea snacks are delicious. Darian often comes here with Seville during afternoon tea time to eat and drink.
It was like this in the past, but today, in addition to eating and drinking for free, I also have an important task to accomplish.
"Thank you for your generosity, but I have a small request. Would you mind reminiscing about your family's past during this relaxing afternoon tea time? For example, the family tree and factions?" said Darien.
"Of course. Is this your new business?" Princess Yolanda glanced at the unfamiliar face of Avery. "You never bring your guests to see me."
Avery seemed a little reserved in front of Princess Yolanda. From certain angles, the princess looked somewhat similar to Cynthia. With her blonde hair and the curve of her face, Princess Yolanda had some of Cynthia's charm.
"You look a bit like Cynthia." Avery hesitated before saying this.
"Thank you. Cynthia's great-grandmother was a beauty. She brought golden hair to the royal family. It would be great if I could look a bit like her," said Princess Yolanda.
"He's quite special. What you're seeing is a soul." Darien pulled out a chair and sat down. "Ah, today's afternoon tea includes strawberry soufflé and vanilla cream profiteroles... He's related to your great-grandmother. It would be great if we could borrow some of Cynthia's manuscript letters, as well as the noble genealogies of the Boren and Celia families."
"I'd love to help you, but..." Princess Yolanda changed the subject.
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