I'm really a witch

Darcy stood silently beside the girl, keeping his palms outstretched upwards, looking a bit like a big dog begging for food.

Circe focused on perception and discrimination, flipping her fingers carelessly among the pile of seeds, picking the right one and putting it in the palm of her left hand.After saving a handful, transfer it to the hand next to you.She didn't look back the whole time, and poured the seeds from mid-air based on her impressions.Darcy didn't make a sound, just quietly watching those seeds slip from her palm into her hands, and then silently put them away.

After falling down like this several times, Circe didn't notice when the person next to her changed, until she couldn't control the height for a while, and her fingertips directly stuck to the opponent's hand.She thought it was Georgiana, and didn't pay much attention, but then she felt that the touch didn't seem right.

Although the little girl has some thin calluses on her fingertips and tiger's mouth because of practicing piano and painting, but the skin in other places is as delicate as a girl's.However, the level of roughness she encountered now could never belong to a spoiled little girl.

Startled, Circe turned her head so violently that it was almost fearful that she would twist her neck.Then came the girl's surprised voice: "Mr. Darcy?"

At most she thought that maybe Williams was next to her, or else she was also a clerk, but it never occurred to her that it would be Darcy.This gentleman always gives people a vague sense of distance, and he looks cold, but at this time he is helping himself sort out the seeds.For a moment, Circe had an illusion of unreality.

Miss Witch soon realized that she was overreacting.The gentleman in front of him showed embarrassment and embarrassment on his face. Although it was only for a short moment, it was enough for Circe to restrain her exaggerated surprise.

In fact, when she sees this gentleman now, she feels nervous like a mouse meeting a cat.He is cautious and sensitive to everything around him, and he is extremely vigilant, always making Circe worry that he will firmly grasp the next flaw.

But you can't say that this is not a fine gentleman.On the contrary, several contacts in London made her feel the more relaxed side of this indifferent and rigorous gentleman, which somewhat increased her affection for Darcy.This made her very conflicted, whether to regard him as a good friend, or a dangerous person who would reveal her identity.

But this entanglement did not prevent Circe from apologizing seriously: "I'm sorry, I was taken aback and overreacted. It's really my honor that you are willing to help me." She pulled her skirt, revealing a shy smile.

"It's my problem. I should let you know." Darcy shook his head lightly, but he didn't intend to leave. "Please continue to choose, don't worry about me."

Georgiana, who had been quietly watching the situation, also interjected at the right time: "I'm sorry, Circe. I saw something of interest, so please ask my brother to replace me for a while."

Of course Circe wouldn't blame her for such a trivial matter, and in fact it wasn't such a big deal.So she waved her hand at her, with a few traces of fake dislike on her face: "You just go to see what you like."

She wandered from one seed pile to another, not all the ones that had mutated, but those that might be catalyzed were also picked out by her.Circe suspected that if she hadn't been accompanied by Williams and the others, she would have been kicked out by the unbearable store manager sooner or later according to her picking method.Miss Witch imagined this scene for a moment, then threw it out of her mind.Doesn't she have a backer now?

Darcy followed without saying a word, and while accepting the seeds, he did not forget to classify them according to their types.He wanted to say something, but the more critical and urgent it was, the more he didn't know how to speak.

In the end, all he could say was a dry compliment: "You are really good at gardening."

Circe was taken aback by the sudden compliment, and for a moment she couldn't figure out what the gentleman was trying to express. After hesitating for a moment, she cautiously chose to thank: "You've praised me." After thinking about it, she tried to follow The previous sentence, "Your sister Georgiana is gifted in this respect."

Seeing the little girl's cautious and youthful response, Darcy's mood quickly brightened. He himself found it strange that just a few simple words from the same person could not hold back the corners of his mouth.

"Not as good as you." The man lowered his voice slightly, as if to appear solemn, with a gentle smile flashing in his eyes.Circe felt dazed, and nodded in a daze.Immediately afterwards, he quickly reacted, and thanked him again in a panic, with annoyance on his face.The moment she lowered her head, she seemed to hear a short chuckle.

Williams couldn't stand it anymore, especially after seeing Circe's shy reaction, the alarm bell sounded in his mind instantly.

"Cersi, let me help too!" He actively leaned over, looking eager to try.As a wizard, how did Circe pick the seeds? Couldn't he still follow the gourd?Williams completely forgot about his poor potions study.

He forgot, but Circe helped him remember, and as soon as she asked for help, she showed a skeptical look: "You...recognize it?"

"Yes, I recognize it." Williams coughed twice to hide his embarrassment, "You teach me, and I will." He showed a sunny smile, trying to make Circe ignore his indescribable potion talent .

No, I don't want to teach such stupid students.Circe almost wrote the words of refusal on his face, pursed his lips, looked at his ingratiating smile, and finally compromised: "All right, but you have to take a look at it after you pick it out."

"Of course, it's my pleasure." Williams agreed contentedly, and then glanced at Darcy triumphantly.

"Then, please let me help too." Darcy ignored his childish provocation from his love rival, and his eyes were locked on Circe.He even showed a hint of request in his tone, and looked straight into the girl's eyes.

When Circe was stared at by him, she felt a little guilty for no reason. She took the lead in looking away, touched her nose and nodded: "Then I will trouble you."

Williams felt that this direction did not seem right.But he quickly comforted himself in his heart that Circe was using a wizard's method, and it was obvious that he had the advantage.Those ordinary people can't feel the magic power fluctuations, but Williams can.When Circe stopped in front of the seed pile, it was also the time when the fluctuation of magic power was the strongest. Although her method of picking seeds was not obvious at a glance, it had nothing to do with ordinary people.Thinking of this, he raised his chin confidently.

Circe, however, was presumably doomed to disappoint him.In fact, she never intended for Williams to use her own methods.That was a natural gift given to Kletikas. As a Vicconnie, Williams didn't have the necessary talent even if he wanted to learn it.Although genius is one percent talent plus 90.00 percent sweat, it is undeniable that that one percent talent is an essential prerequisite.

So under Williams' accusing eyes, Circe picked one of the various seeds she picked out, put them in the palm of her hand, fiddled with the other hand, and motioned them to take a closer look: "Look at this Seeds, I want the one with a thin dark red line on the side. Look at this one, it has a dark spot at the top. And this one, it has a fine spiral pattern on the surface..."

In the field she is good at, Circe immediately became eloquent, and when she finally finished, she raised her head with bright eyes: "It's still easy to identify, isn't it."

Facing the gray-blue color that looked very gentle indoors, the two men couldn't say a word at all.Staring at the seeds that were almost indistinguishable in their eyes, the two nodded with difficulty.

Afterwards, the process of picking seeds made Circe suspect that he, who had promised earlier, was deliberately making his work more difficult.Isn't this proving to her that life needs challenges?

It was a disaster when two gentlemen who knew nothing about plants came together to pick seeds.

Just like now.

Williams excitedly held up a long-haired seed and handed it to Circe's eyes: "I picked the right one, isn't this one usable?"

"..." Circe tried to restrain the twitching of the corner of her mouth, feeling a deep despair, "No, it's moldy." She didn't even know how this person dug out such a seed.

"Uh, so..." Williams said hesitantly, "You can't plant moldy seeds, right?"

"...Yes." Does this need to be said in such an uncertain tone?Circe gasped.

"Ah...that's such a pity." Williams looked really lost, and turned around to pick it up again.

Darcy was slightly better than Williams, but only better.This is mainly reflected in the fact that he rarely asks these simple questions, or every time he picks out one, he holds it up to Circe for her confirmation.This succeeded in leading Circe to think that he was trustworthy, after all, his posture was still very professional at first glance.

The first is to carefully observe the ones that Circe picked out, and then sift through the seed pile, turning back from time to time to compare with the samples.Gradually, he has gathered a small handful in his hand.

Circe secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Darcy really deserves to be Georgiana's brother, and this talent is indeed passed down through the generations.

Darcy handed Circe the handful, and he himself stood there looking nervous, looking at Circe with a bit of undisguised anticipation.

Then Circe's smile froze on her face.

If you only look at the characteristics she listed, there is really no problem, or it should be said, it fits very well.However, this person matched all the features wrongly. He found the one with spots when he should have red lines, and the one with bumps when he should have lines...

Circe couldn't bear to point out his problem.Isn't this person used to being shrewd and rigorous, so in fact, the Waterloo of life is waiting for him here?

"Please..." Circe took a deep breath.

"Please rest, just let me do it myself, and I won't bother you two." Let them continue to choose like this, the store manager will probably really drive people away.Circe covered his face wearily.