I'm really a witch

This is probably the most efficient time for Circe to take a shower. Drying clothes is all about magic, and she ran out of the bathroom in less than 15 minutes.

Darcy was staring at the magazine in his hand, but looking at his blank expression, Circe suddenly felt a little bit in his heart.Out of some inexplicable guilty conscience, Circe sneaked closer to Darcy, carefully glanced at the page he had turned.

A male model in swimming trunks with his upper body bare, with one arm around a beautiful woman in a bikini, behind them is a sandy beach connected to the sea.So the magazine disappeared from Darcy's hand in the next second.

"Cersi? You..." Darcy seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, turning his head to look at the little girl who was a little embarrassed.

She is still wearing a long skirt, but the material seems to have changed and the style is more complicated.This was probably no longer a nightgown, Darcy stretched out his hand and pulled the man to his side to sit down.Although the styles of the skirts looked different from those he was used to, it wasn't that he couldn't even get used to the style of a piece of clothing.

No, this matter may need to be discussed again.Darcy thought of the disappearing magazine, and he hesitated in his tone: "This era will..." Dress like just now?

Circe interrupted him vigilantly: "No, no, that's a special case, yes, a special case." She tugged at the hem of her skirt, "That kind of clothes are only worn when going swimming."

The little girl's gaze wandered for a while: "The clothes I wear at other times are at most a little bit." She drew a size with her thumb and forefinger, and then widened the distance between the two fingers guilty, "Slightly more exposed." " She imagined the length of shorts and skirts, and smiled slightly.

It was obvious at a glance that the little girl was covering up something, Darcy raised her eyebrows and did not pierce her: "Didn't you say you want to change my clothes?"

"Of course!" Circe responded immediately, "Don't worry, the suit hasn't changed much!" She motioned Darcy to stand up.

Hats disappeared, necklines were lowered, and coat hems were shortened accordingly.Lowering his eyes, he tugged on his tie, and Darcy nodded cooperatively.

Circe looked up at him for a while, without concealing the astonishment in her eyes: "You are so handsome, Mr. Darcy." She stood in front of him with a smile, and raised her hand to make a gesture of height, "You are too tall."

She knocked on her heels, stepped on the high heels, watched with satisfaction that she had successfully reached the height of Darcy's ears, and bent her eyes: "This is about the same."

"Let's go, I'm going to take you to see the present London." Putting her hand into Darcy's palm, the little girl walked to the gate.

The moment the door opened, there seemed to be a flash of white light, and they stepped out, and they were already standing in the depths of an alley in London.Darcy couldn't help but turned his head and glanced behind him. Unsurprisingly, it was a wall with a door painted with unknown paint.But rather than saying that it is a Taoist door, it is better to say that it is a standard square frame. After all, the guy who painted it didn't even bother to draw a handle on it.

Circe also followed the eyes of the people around him and looked back, coughed a little embarrassedly, and explained in a low voice: "I drew that, you know, I'm not good at painting."

"The square drawing is very standard," Darcy joked, "Why not use magic drawing?"

"This kind of medium has to be drawn freehand to be effective," Searcy sighed sadly. "You don't know how long I've been drawing and practicing these geometric figures."

She waved her hand: "Let's not talk about this, come and see New London!"

Wide roads, skyscrapers, whizzing iron carriages, and a blue sky that I haven't seen in London for a long time.Everything here is constantly proving that this is indeed the future.

Darcy didn't speak for a long time, which made the little girl a little worried.She couldn't help but began to think about whether she was too excited and brought people out rashly like this.At the third glance, she was caught by Darcy.

The gentleman pinched her palm helplessly to comfort her: "You don't have to be so nervous, I'm just a little surprised."

"Cersi?" A tall girl in a trench coat came up to her. She pulled off the sunglasses on her face, as if surprised, "Oh, it's so rare to meet you on the street."

Then her eyes moved to Darcy, and she nodded slightly: "Your boyfriend? You have a good eye."

"Victoria!" Circe yelled in surprise, shook their clasped hands, and showed her the rings on their hands, "We're married!"

The girl named Victoria was really surprised at this moment, and let out a low exclamation: "Oh my god, my dear! You are really good at hiding it!" She glanced at the hands they held together and shrugged. Shrugged, "Then I won't bother you, but don't forget to register."

Circe waved her hand, and frowned as soon as she turned her face: "Registration, yes, registration."

"Is it troublesome?" Darcy took the initiative to pull her forward, tilting his head slightly.

"That's not true, it's just a process for wizards to get married." Circe shook her head, took out a lollipop from her pocket, tore open the package with her teeth, and held it in her mouth contentedly, "Well, I I haven't eaten for a long time. Do you want it?"

Darcy shook his head and continued to ask: "So you want to register?"

"I'm a little worried that you won't be able to register." Circe put on a lollipop, but insisted on putting on a serious expression, which looked a little funny, "You don't have identity information in this era."

"Forget it, forget it, you'll know if you try it." Circe gave up the entanglement with a big heart, and after taking Darcy for a while, he got into the alley skillfully.

"That's right, it's here." Walking around the manhole cover on the ground, Circe found the right place and pressed somewhere on the wall facing it.

The wall rippled like water waves, turning into some kind of crystal clear and soft material, through which the shadow on the other side can be faintly seen.Tightening the strength in their hands, the two stepped in one after another.

It was a magnificent hall, and most wizards would not want to shorten their own enjoyment in material terms.I don't know if it's a special day or it's like this every day, but there seems to be no one in the hall, and the only few people are all sitting quietly in their respective positions, not knowing what they are busy with.

Circe went straight to the front desk: "Hi, I'm here to register the marriage."

The lady at the front desk smiled and took a card for her: "Congratulations, turn left at the hanging ladder, 15th floor."

Circe nodded and took the card.

The moment she knocked on the office door, Circe immediately had the urge to close the door and run away, but the young man sitting inside had already seen her at a glance: "Circe?"

The little girl gritted her teeth on the spot, put a sticker on Darcy's side, and took a deep breath: "Uncle."

"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in." Looking at the young, but actually middle-aged uncle, he directly closed the door behind the two of them.

"When did you come here to work?" Circe was listless if he knew he would never have come.

The uncle glared at her angrily: "No, otherwise I wouldn't know that you went to another era and brought me back a niece and son-in-law!" He paused and took a breath.

"I'm Edgar, what's your name?" His eyes fell on Darcy.

"Fitzwilliam Darcy." Darcy nodded slightly, and looked at the little girl worriedly. She seemed to be nervous about something, and the emotion conveyed was a little uneasy.

"Uncle, register for us quickly, I'm still waiting to play!" Circe urged.

Edgar glanced at her and shrugged: "Okay, okay, I know you're anxious. I won't do anything to him, I'll make you nervous." He opened the thick book, and in the blank He stopped at his seat and pushed forward, "Just come here and sign." He added, "Sign your full name." This was for Darcy.

Kryticas do not have surnames, and their names will be given by the nearest flower, grass, leaf or other things when they were born. This has always been their proudest point.

Darcy's name is going to be much longer. He has several middle names, which can take up a long line when written out completely.Circe stood beside him, turning her head to look at his beautiful calligraphy: "How can you write so beautifully? I can write my name like this at most," she compared, "But even if it's a name, it's you looks better."

Darcy finished the last stroke with a smile. Seeing the two people's names surrounded by exquisite patterns, he raised his hand and rubbed the top of Circe's hair: "Obviously, I also write the best names."

"Is there anything else we need to do?" he asked.

The person he questioned didn't answer.Edgar was staring closely at the two names on the paper, no, it was a pattern derived from the names, with a dangerous look on his face.

Circe suddenly realized something, pulled Darcy up and was about to slip away: "Uncle, if it's okay, let's go first! I have a movie to watch!"

"Stop for me." The uncle locked the door with a wave of his hand, and raised his face with a half-smile, "You concluded that contract?"

He showed an exaggerated expression of sudden realization: "No wonder, I still want to say, why do you always feel that something is wrong with your soul?" He twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's dimmed so much, you just have one or two consequences Haven't thought about it?"

Circe frowned: "It's just that the contract consumes more magic power. How come it involves consequences? With my ability, are you still worried that I can't conclude a contract?" She paused, "Besides, the partner contract is inherently It should be concluded with a partner."

Edgar stared at her for a long time, raised his eyebrows and put on his calm look again.This little girl's words are all about maintenance, so what else can he say?Do you really want to be that villain who beats mandarin ducks?That's too much of a fuss.He curled his lips—this action was very similar to Circe's. He leaned back and leaned back on the chair: "Okay, it's okay, you can go play with yours."

"I remember a new amusement park was opened, and there were advertisements all over the street." He added lazily before the little girl left.

"Eh? Then Mr. Darcy, let's go to the amusement park! Let me tell you, there are many interesting things in the amusement park..." The little girl's brisk twittering came through the crack of the door, accompanied by a warm male voice.

Edgar snorted on the chair, and couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "Oh, oh, shouldn't it be time to fall in love?"