Jasmine was excited, but still a little worried:

"What kind of price will this cost?"

In her opinion, the fact that the previous free attempt did not require any cost does not mean that the same will be true for subsequent wishes.

Klein straightened his tall hat and said with a smile:

"The pennies you pay are the price, and the corresponding changes you need to endure after achieving your wish are also the price."

Jasmine nodded as if she understood, and without further hesitation, she reached into her pocket, trying to take out a few copper pennies to fulfill her wish.

However, her pockets were empty, with nothing in them except a handkerchief.

She had stayed at home for too long and hadn't touched money for a long time.

Before that, she walked from her home to the town square instead of taking the trackless public carriage.

"Can I, can I go home first?" Jasmine asked in annoyance and embarrassment.

"Of course, it's your freedom, but I can't guarantee that the 'Fully Automatic Wishing Machine' will always be here waiting for you." Klein smiled in a magician's tone, "Sometimes, it is very willful."

Jasmine hummed twice, said thank you, turned around, and trotted off in the opposite direction of the town square.

The more she ran, the more relaxed her body felt. She regained her health before the burns and became the young girl of only seventeen or eighteen years old again.

To her, this was a scene that only appeared in dreams.

Of course, as an ordinary person, after running for a while, she gradually felt tired and had to slow down and start walking slowly.

The cool breeze blew at night, and bright stars appeared one after another in the high clouds. The trees beside the street swayed gently, casting swaying shadows on the ground. It was all so quiet and beautiful. Jasmine felt that her body and mind were relaxed, and all her worries went away.

It was the first time she felt so peaceful since she was injured, and she smiled a little unconsciously.

After walking for about five or six minutes, she suddenly heard someone calling her name:

"Hey, Jasmine?"

Jasmine turned her head and saw a familiar face. It was her former neighbor, Mrs. Hammill.

"Good evening, Mrs. Hamil, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you going to the carnival?" Jasmine, who was not wearing a scarf, smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Mrs. Hamil was a woman with gray hair. She looked at Jasmine carefully and said:

"I haven't seen you since you moved away. I heard you were injured in the previous bombing?"

"Yeah, but it's healed now," Jasmine nodded heavily.

She then asked:

"How is Julie now?"

Julie is Mrs. Hammill's eldest daughter and Jasmine's former playmate.

Mrs. Hamil's expression suddenly became gloomy:

“She was, she was bullied by the Feysac people, and that’s why she died…”

Jasmine was stunned for a moment, and at the same time she felt sad, she thought of her own experience.

Once, a Feysac soldier broke into her house and tried to insult her, but after seeing her face burned by fire, he just kicked her and left.

"Poor Julie." Jasmine pointed four times clockwise on her chest sadly and sincerely, drawing stars.

After hearing about what happened to her friends in the past, she realized that she might still be one of the luckier ones.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Hamil, Jasmine walked back to her apartment.

Arriving outside her home, she calmed down and felt much better. She began to look forward to her parents' expressions when they saw her return to her original state.

They probably wouldn't suppress the pain in their hearts anymore and pretend that nothing happened. They would definitely cry with excitement and hug me with joy... Jasmine took off the key that was hanging around her neck as a necklace, and opened the door while she was lost in thought.

The room was dark, and neither the candles nor the gas wall lamps were lit.

From the bed outside, there came the sound of heavy and light snoring, which formed a certain contrast with the bustle of the Town Hall Square.

They were all asleep... Yes, they usually work very hard... Jasmine closed the door gently, walked to her parents' bed, and cast her gaze quietly over there in the crimson moonlight shining in from the window.

Dad has a lot more white hair on his head, and his nasolabial folds have become very deep... Mom frowns when she sleeps, and her face is a little peeling, dry and rough... Jasmine then realized that she seemed to have not carefully examined her parents' faces for a long time, and she didn't realize that they had aged so much.

Before the war, her father was an accountant with a good income. He could afford to rent a townhouse, so his wife could stay at home and take care of the family. But now, he could only work in a fabric factory and do heavy labor, and Jasmine's mother had to leave the family and become a textile worker.

Dad's health is getting worse and worse, and he is always coughing. However, he has passed the recent unified examination for government employees, and he will be able to get a decent job once the interview results are announced... Mom has been complaining that her eyes and arms are getting worse and worse... Jasmine looked deeply at her parents and did not wake them up.

She had already thought of her second wish.

Jasmine walked quietly into the inner room and poured out the last few pennies from her almost empty piggy bank.

She then left the apartment and boarded a trackless public carriage.

——She was afraid that she would go too late and the “automatic wishing machine” would have disappeared.

At this time, there were many passengers on the public carriage, most of whom were going to the carnival. Jasmine looked left and right and saw that there was no seat, so she had to hold on to the stand and stand in the aisle, squeezing together with many people.

A little over ten minutes later, she got off at the station and turned into the same street she had taken before.

When the brass machine with several panes of glass inlaid in it came into her sight, Jasmine breathed a silent sigh of relief and walked quickly towards it.

During this process, she looked around and did not see the magician named Merlin Hermes.

"Is it really fully automatic? He doesn't need to be around?" Jasmine whispered doubtfully.

She didn't waste time, took out a penny and put it into the "fully automatic wishing machine".

"I hope my parents will recover their health and my family will become wealthy." Jasmine whispered her wish and closed her eyes, waiting for a miracle to happen.

The next second, she heard a jingling sound, as if coins were rolling out of a "fully automatic wishing machine".

Jasmine opened her eyes in surprise and looked forward, only to see that the penny she had just thrown in had fallen into the small tray outside the coin slot.

This wish cannot be fulfilled? Uh, a wish cannot contain too many things? What I just wished is actually equivalent to two wishes... With the experience of being cured of burns before, Jasmine did not suspect that there was something wrong with the "automatic wishing machine".

She thought about it carefully, put the penny into the coin slot again, then lowered her head and made a wish in a low voice:

“I hope my parents will be healthy again.”

This time, she heard a gentle tapping sound from the "fully automatic wishing machine":

"Thu."

When Jasmine saw that the copper coin was not spit out, she knew that her wish had been fulfilled, and she couldn't wait to go home to see how her parents were doing.

Restraining her excitement, she put in a second penny.

She had originally planned to make a wish to make her family wealthy, but when she thought that her father was basically certain to become a government employee in Limon City and the family's income would be guaranteed, she couldn't help but have other ideas.

After she turned ten, she had already realized that she was not good-looking at all. It wasn't that people around her would despise her or say that her appearance was not up to standard, but among her playmates, there were two girls who were quite beautiful, which allowed them to be treated preferentially most of the time and experience the kindness of the world.

Under such comparison, Jasmine can't help but dream that she will become more and more beautiful as she grows older, but the fact proves that dreams are just dreams.

However, this time, the dream may come true, because she has a magical "fully automatic wishing machine" in front of her that can create miracles.

If I could become beautiful, I could find a good husband and improve my family situation... Jasmine seemed to hear the devil whispering in her ear. She closed her eyes uncontrollably and made a wish:

"I want to be very, very, very beautiful."

She used three "very" to embellish her beauty.

As soon as she finished speaking, the "door" of the "automatic wishing machine" opened again, and a silver-white mask was pushed out and covered Jasmine's face.

Jasmine opened her eyes quickly and saw the mask disappear.

At the same time, she seemed to be connected to something.

She turned around expectantly and walked to the shop on the street again, using the light of the gas street lamp and the glass on the window to see what she looked like now.

Jasmine couldn't describe the changes in her facial features and contours for a moment. She only knew that at this moment, even she was immersed in such beauty.

Her nose became straighter, her lips became fuller, her eyes became bigger and more moist, her skin was as tender as milk pudding, and she only resembled her original self a little bit.

"Is this a miracle..." Jasmine exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of her heart, unable to restrain herself.

She was admiring herself so absorbedly that she finally pulled her gaze away and bowed to the "fully automatic wishing machine".

She immediately walked towards the public coach station with light steps, and on the way, many eyes were cast at her.

Bang!

One man was looking at her so intently that he bumped into a gas lamp pole.

Jasmine smiled, said nothing, and boarded the trackless public carriage.

There were still quite a few people on the bus, and all the seats were occupied.

As Jasmine was trying to find a position, several men lifted their buttocks, straightened their bodies, looked at her and smiled:

"Miss, you can sit here."

Jasmine was a little stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that she would receive so much kindness.

She did not refuse, sat down nearby, and smiled at the man who gave up his seat:

"Thank you."

The man's expression became extremely vivid, and he said modestly:

"That's what a gentleman should do."

Jasmine still kept the habits she had developed while locked up at home. She didn't say much, but sat quietly near her home and got off the carriage.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly felt someone was looking at her and quickly turned her head to look over.

He was a drunk man, and he was looking at Jasmine with an indescribable disgusting look.

Jasmine was startled and hurried towards the apartment, but the men she met on the way all showed similar looks, as if they would turn into beasts at any time.

At this moment, Jasmine felt like she was walking in the wilderness.