Chapter 44 Lucky Wind Chime
"Hiss - It's so cool..."
The fruit tastes bitter at first, but as you chew it, it becomes a light sweet and sour taste, as well as a special fragrance. As you breathe, you feel a strong cool feeling in your mouth.
Unlike the feeling of eating other ice-attribute fruits, the coolness of this fruit seems to be purely due to its taste.
“Not very tasty…”
The girl wrinkled her face, ate the fruit in her hand in small bites, and then looked at the remaining bunch of fruits, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Annie, help me get rid of these."
Fiona's big lake blue eyes turned and she quickly stuffed the remaining fruit into Annie's hand.
Anne smiled gently, took the fruit that the girl didn't want to eat anymore, held it in her hand, and accompanied the girl as she continued walking into the alley.
The few people who had just gathered did not disturb the girls. Before they could even enter the alley, they were quickly found by a team of city guards who came from nowhere.
Several waves of magic power flashed by, and several people who were caught off guard were immediately paralyzed and were skillfully carried away by the guards in groups of two.
There are also people nearby to maintain the ignoring barrier to avoid causing too much commotion.
The whole process took less than half a minute. With the departure of the last guard, it was as if nothing had happened except for the sudden disappearance of a few people at the entrance of the alley.
Professional team, professional quality——
Soon, the guards interrogated them and found out that they were just a few ignorant outsiders. They came to Karlas and saw that it was very prosperous, so they became greedy and planned to make some money here.
After several successes, they became more and more daring. Seeing the bulging wallet in the girl's hand and the fact that there was no guard beside her, they couldn't help but look down on her, thinking that they were just two noble girls who had sneaked out to play.
But I didn't expect to choose the wrong target and set my sights on the wrong person.
What awaits them next is an extremely long prison sentence.
The quiet alley was not long. The two walked and looked around, and soon reached the other end of the alley.
"Annie, look, what are those? They look like owls and swift squirrels!"
As she walked, Fiona stopped and her eyes were drawn to a stall on the side of the road.
There are many exquisite straw weavings on the stalls, including some common decorative items such as small animals, dolls, and carriages, as well as some practical items such as straw sandals and baskets.
Its colors include light white, beige and brown, which are the original colors of hay.
"That's straw weaving, miss. It's a craft made of hay."
Anne took one look and explained to Fiona.
These are some really rare things.
Fiona thought, this was the first time she had seen straw weaving.
Before this, she had only read about witch weaving in books. It was said that they could move like real animals and were good scouts.
"What can I do for you, lovely ladies?"
The stall owner was a white-haired old lady. When she saw the customers, she looked up at the two of them from where she was sitting on a small stool and gave a kind smile.
Next to him was a little boy with brown-red hair, who was wearing a slightly loose linen coat and seemed to be the old man's grandson.
He sat cross-legged on the ground like the old man, learning to weave a simple straw doll out of two-color hay. It was obvious that he was working very hard, and his flushed face was already slightly sweaty.
Hearing the voice, the little boy also raised his head, his smart black eyes swept over the two of them, then paused on the fruit in Annie's hand, swallowed quietly, then lowered his head again, and worked hard to weave the straw in his hand.
Fiona gently picked up a straw owl and examined it carefully.
This straw woven bird is about the size of two fists, with brown hay used as back feathers and wing feathers. Its abdomen is made of light white hay, dotted with strands of brown hay.
The cheeks are made of light white hay to look like fluffy feathers, and there are two shiny copper coins in the eye sockets. The brown claws are holding a small branch, which is very beautiful.
"Ladies, do you like this owl? It is made of dried cattails and bluebells. It only costs eighty copper coins."
The old woman watched Fiona's movements with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
"Old lady, can this owl fly and sing?"
Hearing Fiona's question, the old woman was stunned, then smiled and shook her head.
"Haha, little girl, stop joking. How can a straw owl fly? Maybe those wizards have this ability, but I don't have this ability."
"It won't move..."
Fiona couldn't help feeling a little disappointed after hearing what the old woman said.
"Forget it. It's meaningless if you can't fly."
Fiona shook her head slightly and put the straw down.
"Little girl, if you want flying straw, you shouldn't come here. Judging from your clothes, you two are not ordinary people, right? I don't have anything related to professionals here."
The old man looked at Fiona's face with a smile, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
"Actually, it's like this. I wanted to choose a gift for my brother, but I didn't know what to choose, so I walked around and looked around."
Fiona thought about it and decided to tell the old man her purpose.
"A gift."
The old woman stood up tremblingly and picked up a pale white straw wind chime from the stall. Below the wind chime hung eight pale white straw ropes of different lengths, and under each rope was a mangur fruit. ① "How about this lucky wind chime? It is made of bluebells that are naturally dried in the sun. It is said that hanging such a wind chime under the eaves can bring good luck to the people in the family. It is very suitable as a gift."
"Brings good luck?"
Fiona was stunned for a moment, then took the wind chime handed over by the old man. The wind chime itself had a pleasant smell of sunshine, and the falling mangul fruits gently collided with each other, making a slight snapping sound.
"Well, okay, then I'll have a wind chime like this."
The girl looked at it and didn't feel that it was anything special. It still didn't meet her standard for a gift. But she was kind-hearted and didn't want to refuse the old man's kindness, so she decided to buy the wind chime.
"Are you dissatisfied? Don't force yourself, kind girl."
The old woman keenly sensed Fiona's thoughts and smiled kindly at her.
"Do you know, little girl, that this lucky wind chime is actually related to a legend that is privately circulated among our straw weaving artists?"
As he spoke, the old man turned around, took out a piece of pale white hay from the basket beside the little boy and handed it to Fiona.
"This is bluebell, a very common weed. You can find it almost everywhere, in fields, by streams, and on mountains.
During the Rainy Month and the Golden Month, they will bloom small white bellflower-like flowers. The number of flowers is usually between seven and fourteen. ② But if you walk into a field of bellflowers, little girl, you will find that most bellflowers have ten, twelve, or fourteen flowers.
Perhaps you may occasionally see bluebells with seven, eight, eleven or thirteen flowers.
But there are only nine bluebells. Even if you search the whole field, you may not find them——"
①: A kind of tree fruit similar to a pine cone, with a relatively hard texture.
②: April to August
(End of this chapter)
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