Chapter 85 Gift Mr. Crow also has a wreath
"Still on the ground," Darien replied.
"On the ground?" Seville's mind finally became clearer.
Mr. Crow looked down at the ground.
Just grass and stones.
"On the ground over there." Darien pointed to the distance. There was a sea of tiny flowers in the direction he pointed.
Seville's mood brightened instantly, and he was very happy to go to the sea of flowers as quickly as possible to collect materials for Mr. Mage personally.
Whew. Darien breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought to himself, "This crow is really quite gullible!" Fortunately, it was so gullible that he avoided a little trouble. He would not admit that he had never thought of making a wreath for Sewell.
But what if I don't do it? He's the master, so I should listen to him!
The more Darien thought about it, the more justified he felt, and he decided to quit as soon as Sewell came back.
Seville squatted on the ground in the sea of flowers, carefully picking flowers one by one. He did not pick red, but mostly purple and yellow. The other colors were more like embellishments.
Darien squatted on the ground, his eyes no longer looking at Sewell who was picking flowers, but turned his gaze to the groundhog who was still chewing on a biscuit.
"What do you think I should do next?" He muttered to himself, looking at the groundhog's forehead. "Should I tell him to do his own thing, or should I just let him do it for me without doing anything myself?"
Luca the groundhog didn't respond at all, because he was just a groundhog and only liked to eat tomatoes and cookies.
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate? Will it make me seem completely unreasonable? But why should I be reasonable? I am obviously the master."
Darien kept whispering in the groundhog's ear, and finally, the groundhog Luca stopped chewing the biscuit and stared at him with his big eyes.
"You agree with me, right?" Darien said.
Luca the groundhog stuffed the last bit of biscuit into his mouth, then pulled the wreath hanging around his neck to the ground and went back to his nest without looking back.
Humans are so annoying. Not only do they disturb his sweet dreams, but they also nag him while he's eating cookies, even though this is clearly a matter between the two of them.
In the eyes of the wise groundhog Luca, this human being will definitely give a wreath to another human being. Although he is so entangled and has to think of subtle and not-so-subtle excuses, he is actually quite happy about it in his heart.
Darien stared at the groundhog hole with his head down. Sewell picked the flowers and walked to his side happily.
"Dear master, please fulfill your promise." Mr. Crow was in a very good mood, and his expression was full of anticipation.
"Well, there's no guarantee it'll look good," Darien sighed.
So they sat down together, but the roles were reversed, with Darien making the wreath and Sewell sitting and watching.
Darien had experienced failure last time, so this time the braiding went much more smoothly. He twisted the flower stems tightly, with each beautiful flower facing outward, and his slender, snow-white knuckles shuttled between the flowers.
He did it very seriously, and Sewell also watched it very seriously.
The warm afternoon sun shone unobstructed on Mr. Mage, making his entire body glow, like a god passing by by chance.
The quiet face, the soft hair, the constantly moving fingers... Seville almost looked his master over and over again, and deeply imprinted the wizard who weaved the wreath into his heart.
Darien lowered his head and picked up a flower at random to weave onto the wreath. Most of the flowers on the wreath were already decorated, and he only needed to weave a few more flowers to finish it.
Seville watched quietly for a long time, and when the wreath was almost finished, he moved over and waited for Darien to put the wreath on his head with his own hands.
Darien didn't do that after he finished weaving the wreath. Instead, he held it up and looked at it several times.
This was a very perfect wreath. The flower stems were twisted into a circle, the flowers were not squeezed together, and the colors were matched beautifully. He was very satisfied with his work.
I was even a little reluctant to put it on Seville's head. I just wanted to dry it and take it home to collect.
"Here, it's yours." Darien didn't do that in the end, but just placed the wreath on Sevier's head with a little regret.
"Thank you, my dear master." Seville was very happy. He would take good care of the wreath. With just a little magic, it would stay fresh forever.
"You're welcome." Darien looked at Mr. Crow, who was wearing a wreath on his head.
To be honest, Mr. Crow is not suitable for wearing a wreath, especially a wreath with brightly colored flowers.
Because his appearance has nothing to do with gentleness. He is cold and sharp. Even when he smiles, he looks like a knife hidden in a scabbard. The beautiful wreath on his head, coupled with the black clothes, looks awkward no matter how you look at it.
Darien commented in his mind.
It would be very difficult for them to climb any higher. Only a kind of wild goat that lives on the cliffs could jump lightly on the snow-covered rock walls.
Now it was time for them to turn around and look.
Darien turned around and stood on the high hillside, looking down at the entire alpine pasture.
Standing high enough, you can see a wider area. Moon Lake has become a small drop of blue water, and those sparse wooden houses are just small blocks of color. The colors of the sea of flowers and the emerald green grass blend together, and they sway together in waves as long as the wind blows.
"It's really beautiful here," Darien said. "It's so different from the wasteland. There aren't as many flowers in the wasteland, nor is there such warm sunshine. Even if there are slopes, they are very small."
"Yes, it's beautiful here, but living in the tower makes it easy to get home," said Sewell.
"You're right. The tower has been following us. As long as we want to go home, it will appear immediately." said Darien.
They didn't stay at the top of the hill for long, as it took a long time to get up there, and just as long to get down.
Darien walked down for a while and felt something pushing him down, making him walk down faster and faster, unable to control his speed at all.
After walking for a while, he suddenly thought that it would be possible to sit down and slide down the slope, so he decided to let Seville try it.
Birds can all glide, so it's not a big deal if they fall out mid-flight.
"Sevier, sit down and try to slide down. I think walking down directly is too slow," said Darien.
"Your idea is unique, but it's certainly worth trying," said Sewell.
Darien urged him to sit down quickly, and he was more than happy to give him a push from behind.
As soon as Seville sat down, he was pushed by Darien. The grass growing on the pasture was very smooth, and with the force of this push, he slid all the way to the bottom very smoothly.
It looked like it went smoothly, and he looked fine when he stood up, but whether there were any small stones on the road that hit his butt was something only he knew.
Darien thought about it, took off the cloak he was wearing, and placed it on the ground.
Sewell waved at him from below, and he kicked his legs hard and slid down.
This kind of play was very new to him. The soft grass and the steep transition made him slide down faster and faster. The wind in his ears became louder and louder, and a very refreshing feeling lingered in his heart.
No wonder all birds yearn for high altitudes, no wonder the feeling of flying is so unrestrained, this short descent made him feel what it means to have a light body and a soaring soul.
He quickly slid to the bottom, then looked up at Seville standing beside him and found that there were several holes in his windbreaker.
Fortunately, the pants were still intact.
Darien immediately lifted up his cloak to check, and sure enough, his cloak was also scratched, the embroidery on it was torn, and several pieces turned into grinning tassels.
He quickly turned around to look at his pants, fortunately they were intact.
"Go back and mend your clothes. I think they can still be used after mending them." Darien stuffed the cloak into Seville's hand, then walked towards the lake as if nothing had happened.
Sewell looked at the cloak in front of him and pondered for a moment. He had never realized that he was proficient in sewing.
Mrs. Fitch and Fitch were still at the lake. They had picked up a bunch of pebbles and were having a skipping game on the lake.
As Darien walked over, it was Mrs. Fitch's turn to throw a small stone into the lake.
Mrs. Fitch was very strong. As a mouse, she could lift two potatoes, and as a human, she could carry two sacks of onions.
But skipping stones on the water cannot be done beautifully just by strength. Mrs. Fitch rolled up her sleeves, revealing her strong arms, and then threw a small stone far away, splashing water with a thud.
"It looks pretty cool. How do you do it?" Darien asked.
"I'm not very good at playing, but let Fitch show you that the stones he throws can jump on the water!" said Mrs. Fitch.
"How do you jump? Won't the stone sink to the bottom of the water?" Darien was really curious now.
"He jumped out of the water and then jumped several times in a row." Fitch shook his head.
"I want to see it," Darien said.
"You have to choose a thin stone like this, then hold it tightly with your fingers, and swing it out with your wrist. As long as you spin it, it will be able to jump in the water, like this." Fitch said as he squatted down and threw the stone in his hand into the lake.
The stone jumped three times in a row, forming a straight line, stirring up a series of splashes of water.
Darien picked up the stone and tried it, but it fell out of sight with a thud.
Sewell was walking behind and had just reached the lake. As soon as he arrived, Mrs. Fitch noticed something different.
"The wreaths on your heads are so beautiful. I didn't notice Darien at all just now that you had a beautiful wreath on your head. My eyes are always drawn to your face first." Mrs. Fitch hadn't noticed it until Sewell came over, and she realized that both of them were wearing wreaths on their heads.
"Yeah, I think it looks good too." Darien nodded.
"Who did it? Was it Sewell?" asked Mrs. Fitch. "Teach me."
"No." Sewell shook his head. He smiled happily and said as if to show off, "My dear master made it himself and put it on my head."
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