Wizard of the Pendulum Forest

After a delicious meal, the human Frazi washed his hands as usual and prepared to bake desserts. His movements looked extremely skilled, pouring the ingredients and stirring the batter without any fuss. It can be seen that the past two weeks have His influence was enormous.The wizard Ferdinand was lying on the table, reading today's afternoon newspaper.

After Frazi euphemistically expressed his doubts about the wizard reading the newspaper, he got a contemptuous expression from him.

"Of course, I'm not some isolated old bastard. Even if I lived alone in the forest, the wind would fetch us newspapers... I must have paid for it! You licorice-mouthed human being, a great How could a wizard be in debt?!"

All right.Frazz made a zip motion over his mouth.

"Stupid." The wizard commented, and sniffled his nose, "It smells so good, how long will it be good?"

He straightened his back and swayed his legs unconsciously. He couldn't help it, so he turned around and knelt on the chair. visibly wobbled.

"Oh my god my sweet little pumpkin... er no, I'm going to say yes again, don't be like this, the biscuits will be ready in a while, I promise you can eat sweet, crunchy little biscuits, as long as you stay here and behave Wait, you have to know that waiting will bear the most beautiful fruit... You have to be careful, and you will complain to me when you fall to the ground."

Frazi, who had been guarding in front of the oven, ran over in two steps, stretched out his hand to support the rickety chair, put his other hand on Ferdinand's shoulder, and brought him back to sit upright, "Okay, okay, my dear My little master, keep reading the newspaper - of course, of course, it's all yours, I won't move a piece, I swear to God... Goddess Chester? Who is it?"

"The goddess I believe in, the source of all wizards' power! Only you, an ignorant human being, can show such a surprised expression. You don't even know the beliefs of your great wizard Ferdinand, it's really terrible .”

He muttered a few words, and grabbed the newspaper: "The chandelier in Baron Ardan's ball hall suddenly disappeared, and the murderer was a monkey... There is a small secret door in the backyard wall of your Excellency Amirit's house, and there is some shocking secret inside... ...Mr. Jack's hen lays seven eggs in one go, and the secret lies in Happy Farming...every day."

He tossed the newspaper boredly, threw it away, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a line of words, and hurriedly grabbed it back before the newspaper fell to the ground, "Hey, look what I found? The king's daughter is holding a coming-of-age ball? My God, F Raz, it turns out that our king even has a daughter so old, I vaguely remember that he is still a young man who has just ascended the throne for a few years?"

There was a "clang" sound of the plate falling from the kitchen. The wizard looked over and saw that Frazi raised his eyebrows and almost flew over the hairline.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"It's nothing, I just couldn't think of it," said the gentleman who dropped the plate, "Look at what the newspaper said, daughter? Are you kidding me? You didn't even marry a wife..."

With the corners of his mouth curled up, he placed a deliciously baked biscuit on a plate in front of Ferdinand, and at the same time put his hands on the wizard's shoulders, slightly bent his back, "Come on, let me see... aha, my dear." Mr. Little, please allow me to point out a small mistake for you - that is the king of the Principality of Bigrante, which is our neighboring country. You know, our venerable majesty has not married a wife yet, where can he hold a ball little daughter?"

"Uh...huh! It doesn't take you to say that, a great wizard is always right, a great wizard knows everything, I just test you casually."

The wizard paused, turned his head in disdain, picked up a biscuit and put it in his mouth, and there was a crisp "click" sound in the room. While chewing the biscuit, he raised his chin at the milk tea pot on the table, signaling Frazier brought the teapot over, but unfortunately the other party didn't understand the wizard's small movements. Seeing the young wizard in front of him raise his chin high, he stretched out his hand and scratched the other party's chin in confusion, which made Ferdinand jump He got up and kicked the chair over with a "snap" sound!

This time, the wizard jumped to the other side of the table like a rabbit and squatted down, only willing to hold the edge of the table with half of his palm, revealing a pair of bright eyes full of accusations, and shouted vaguely: "Very good! You are fired by me, Mister Houston! A great wizard does not need frivolous servants for your rogue behavior!"

"No, wait, respected Sir Ferdinand Wizard, I... I, I just, uh..." The handsome gentleman really didn't understand why he scratched his hand just now, "This... that . . . I thought that my dear master needed... er, my help?"

"Shit!" the wizard yelled angrily, and then suddenly realized, "No, no, no, a great well-bred, respected, learned wizard is not allowed to swear...I just want you to raise the teapot. Come here, look, this - what a big teapot!"

The teapot pointed at by the wizard sat on the dining table with an innocent face.

"Obviously our Mr. Houston needs more work for his brain. Well, the field is up to you, weeding, all right?"

"The little guy with the golden fur will come to supervise you, don't have lazy thoughts, otherwise you can only sleep in the kitchen today - yes, the kitchen, isn't it very happy to see the pots, knives and forks when you look up? "

Poor Mr. Houston didn't appreciate the subtleties of the sleeping kitchen. He looked at the land surrounded by a small white fence and sighed long, probably lamenting that he had fallen into such a situation.

"That's my screaming mandala, be careful, don't disturb it." After the wizard lay down on the window sill and said these words, he closed the window.

So he began to weed without complaint, occasionally pulling out a screeching mandala that looked like a white radish, and hurriedly stuffing it back with its rather humane little eyes widening and squealing. soil.

"If they see it, they will laugh their front teeth off." The gentleman with mud on his trousers was talking to himself, and when he looked up, he saw the squirrel that often came to eat melon seeds sitting on a stone not far from the fence. Two short hind legs are crossed, and two short front legs are green, leaning on its big fluffy tail, squinting a pair of black bean-like eyes.

Frazz Houston had a toothache and found that was his usual pose, but it was ridiculous to be made by a squirrel. Grass was ripped out.

Under the earth-shattering screams, Mr. Houston threw away the two weeds with a numb face, and then slammed them back into the original hole in the soil. For a moment, the world was silent.

This is really good, thanks to Goddess Chester... Well, although I don't believe in her, Frazier thought silently.