I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

Your father's three views are wrong

If Fran was given another chance, she would definitely pick up the magic mirror early in the Black Forest, smash it hard on the ground, and step on it a few more times angrily.

save you?I save you ghost.

He didn't show his skills, but his eyes were very powerful.To be able to drag her out through such a small crack in the door.

As the magic mirror called for help, the black shadow turned around.

The black shadow's face seemed to be hidden behind the mist in the secluded forest, and it was hard to see clearly. There were only a pair of scarlet eyes, like a predator in the dark, staring at Fran, who had nowhere to hide behind the door.

run, run.

Fran lifted her heavy skirt almost without hesitation, turned her head and ran away.

At this point, apart from the night guards, even the servants went to sleep one by one.Her vision was everywhere, only the deep dark red carpet and the castle corridor.

After running for a while, Fran didn't hear the movement behind her, and turned her head to find that the "person" was not chasing her.

The surrounding area was still silent, and the corridor was still shrouded in a suffocating gray fog.

Fran didn't want to think about it, but there was something wrong.

The lamps and shadows on the left and right sides swayed, and the rustling leaves outside the window rubbed against each other.

Fran lowered her head and looked at her somewhat weird shadow under her feet.

The small shadow on the ground hit by the surrounding lights, in her eyes, extended to the wall next to her little by little, and then climbed up the rock like a creeper.

Fran stared blankly at her own shadow, which turned into the figure in the room just now.

The male's pale and handsome facial features emerged on the shadow's face, and his eyes opened to reveal bright red pupils.Even in a fairy tale world full of princes, such a face can make any woman fall in love with her.

The shadow on the wall took a step forward, breaking through the limitation of space, and transformed from a shadow into a living person.

The man was dressed in a court-style black forked trench coat, and swept across her face with an indifferent expression.

Fran didn't move, he obviously knew magic, and it was useless for her to run away.

After thinking clearly, she fearlessly looked back into the man's eyes.

"You don't know magic?" The man finally spoke, his voice was low and moving.

"Yes, I won't." Fran replied without hesitation.

Lying is pointless at times like this.

A strange question for two people meeting for the first time on such an occasion.Maybe the next sentence is, since you can't, then I can kill you directly.

Fran thought.

"You don't know magic, but you became the owner of that mirror?" The man continued to ask the second sentence in a disdainful tone.

Fran didn't answer, she lowered her head to check if her shadow was still there.Seeing the cluster of faint shadows at his feet returning, he slowly raised his head again.

By the way, she seems to be looked down upon...

"Your target is that magic mirror?" Fran asked back.

The magic mirror is not popular, but it is the key to Fran's departure from here.

"Yes and no." The man replied ambiguously, and his patience seemed to be at its limit. "Ask again, are you the owner of the magic mirror?"

If this person wanted to kill her, would he waste so much tongue?

Fran didn't know.

She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and replied word by word: "If your target is the owner of the magic mirror, then I am not. If not, then I am."

This time, the two of them seemed to agree on a tongue twister.

Fran's words, in exchange for the man's brief silence.

The oil lamps in the corridor began to go out one by one from where Fran was, and the dark tide spread to the left and right.

"I've answered all your questions." In the darkness, Fran kept her tone as steady as possible, "What exactly do you want, why don't you just say it directly?"

"You are the master of the mirror, in the forest, I saw it."

The curtains near the man slid from the left and right sides, the moonlight outside the window shone on the man's body, and also shone into Fran's deer-like brown eyes

It turned out that the Black Forest Magic Mirror sensed this person.

You saw it and you still ask?

"I want to seal the soul in that mirror." The man finally said what he wanted.

The soul in the mirror?

In Fran's head, there was the annoying mirror face that floated on the surface of the mirror and only praised her beauty.

"You mean the talking face of the magic mirror?" Fran didn't know how to describe that mirror face.

"That face?" The man thought for a second about what Fran was saying, and responded, "My soul is not that kind of thing."

that kind of thing?

The magic mirror turned out to be "that kind of thing" in other people's places.

Fran couldn't hold back this answer, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Under the man's cold eyes, she reacted, and her smile froze slowly: "Your...soul?"

The window behind the man suddenly opened, and there was no wind, but the curtains on both sides were rattled and blown.

"Unlock the seal, three days later, I will come to retrieve my soul."

The surrounding oil lamps were lit at the same time, and the flames were more dazzling than before.

When Fran came to her senses, the window in front of her was closed, the curtain was drawn again, and the man had long since disappeared.

It was as if everything just now was a dream in the dark corridor.

Of course, Fran would not regard all this as a dream.

She is now standing on the tallest tower of the castle, with a corner of the wood grain decoration of the magic mirror hooked in her hand.

The elliptical disc-shaped mirror, which is not too big or small, is shaken left and right by the window of the tower when she sticks out.

"The elegant and charming Master Flan, please forgive me. I was really too scared to call you to save me!" The magic mirror wailed incessantly.

Fran didn't say a word, just like a cat playing with a toy, she continued to shake the magic mirror from side to side.

The face on the mirror was twisted into a ball, and he opened his eyes for a while to look down and then closed them suddenly.

"Master Fran, I really don't know that bad guy. I feel that he is dangerous, but I have never seen who he is!"

Fran continued to remain silent. She even threw up the magic mirror and caught it dangerously.

"I know something about the soul you mentioned." The magic mirror felt his little heart made of glass beating non-stop, "Many, many years ago, the witch Fran mentioned that there is a seal in my body. something."

"Did she say where it came from and how it was taken out?" Fran asked.

"I want to know too, but that woman didn't tell me." The magic mirror replied sincerely.

Seeing that the magic mirror didn't seem to be telling a lie, Fulla took the magic mirror back.

Just as the magic mirror was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Fran stuck it out of the window again.

"Aren't you the all-knowing magic mirror?" Fran remembered that the magic mirror could see every corner of the world, so she told the original queen that Snow White was more beautiful than her.

"I am indeed... I am not so omnipotent." The magic mirror glanced down again, and quickly corrected, "I am a product of magic, and the only people and things I can peek at are not protected by magic. If the personal magic or the magic on the item is higher than mine, I won’t be able to see that thing, and as for whether there is anything in my own body, then I don’t even know.”

It sounds reasonable.

No wonder the man sneered so much when she asked if his soul was the mirror itself.

This mirror is really useless.

Seeing that Fran did not intend to put it in a safe place, the magic mirror asked cautiously: "May I ask Your Highness Fran, is there anything else I can help you with?"

From the tower of the castle, you can see the situation in the town relatively clearly.

In such a huge town, few lights are still on at this time, and poor commoners work during the day, and even lighting oil lamps is a luxury with their meager income.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

The magic mirror racked his brains.

"Did I tell you that the woman from before was also a fairy godmother sent by the gods?"

The Evil Queen is the Faerie Godmother?

Fran looked at the magic mirror with a face like "you're kidding me".

After some explanations from the magic mirror, Fran roughly understood the unknown secrets of this world.

Some fairies were sent to the human world by the God of Light a long time ago. Their duty is to find those princesses who need help, become their godmothers, and help them ascend to the throne.The princesses trust the fairy godmother, and the people of the country also believe in the God of Light.

The former Witch Fran was also a fairy from the God Realm, but she was jealous and couldn't understand the beauty of the princesses, so she became an evil black witch in the Black Forest.

And because this country is close to the Black Forest, other fairies dare not come to teach the princess here.

This seems to explain why those wandering princesses can always meet their fairy godmothers who help them in critical moments.

Does knowing this secret work?

Useless.Because it doesn't help Fran get the soul sealed in the mirror.

Fran let go of the magic mirror.

Fate seemed to make a joke with her. First she escaped the fate of becoming a vicious stepmother, and then was threatened by an unknown man to hand over her soul in the mirror.

***

The next day, Fran called the magicians of the court and asked them to try to break the seal of the magic mirror.

In their words, Fran resigned to her fate.

These mages are only suitable for setting off fireworks outside,

"Did these magicians help you?" Asked Bai Xue who happened to come in from outside.

Fran patted the magic mirror on the side of the table like an ordinary tray, noncommittal: "I don't know what the state spends money to support these people."

She has learned specifically that the wages of these magicians are extremely high in this poor country.

Bai Xue's skin was so delicate that there was no blemish, and her beautiful and slender arms were set off by the princess dress.She also said with some regret: "My father once said that these magicians can't turn sand into gold, and they can't turn water droplets into pearls. But they are the only magicians in this country. Without them, our country is easily invaded by foreign enemies."

Fran "...with all due respect, your father's three views are problematic."

Bai Xue blinked her beautiful eyes, and did not object to Fran's offense to her father.

Fran is very good to me now, she is trying to help me and the country as much as she can, and she must have a reason for saying that.

Seeing that Baixue wanted to listen, Fran said: "What your people need now is not gold and jewels, but food and rest. If you really want to rely on magic, instead of turning the sand into gold, why not turn sand into gold?" To make the land fertile, rather than turning water droplets into pearls, it is better for everyone to drink purer spring water."

Bai Xue blinked slowly again, half understanding.

"I heard from my father that you are the most powerful fairy witch around here. Can you do this?"

Fran felt as if she lifted a rock and smashed it hard at her feet.

"I..." Excuse her for speaking bluntly again, the fairy witch you mentioned has died.

Bai Xue suddenly stood up solemnly.

"Fran, no, Godmother Fran, please allow me to call you that. In fact, I went to the city secretly yesterday, and I found out that my people are not doing well. Maybe what you said is correct, compared to The royal family and nobles have wealth, and more importantly, let these common people have sufficient food and rest."

"Godmother Fran, do you know? I secretly carried you behind my back and let the prince who sent the letter come to my country." Bai Xue lowered her head, and her voice became lower and lower, "I realized that on my own, Might not be able to lead my people well. But if I'm not right with him, I want to ask you one thing..."

Fran had a premonition that the next sentence would be very bad.

——It's really not very good.

"Godmother Fran, can you teach me magic? I know it's wrong to rely on you. I want to use my own hands to fertilize the land and empower my people."

Fran: "..."

magic.

what is that?

Fran didn't know.

"Isn't it possible?" Tears slowly filled Baixue's eyes, and when this beauty just grown up cried, it was impossible to look away.

Fran is different from the original witch. Not only is she not jealous of the beauty, but she can't stand the beauty's coquettishness and crying.

"Yes, but not now, because magic is a dangerous thing, not everyone is suitable for learning." Fran said solemnly, "When the time is right, you know how to do the best for your people, I will Teach you how to use magic..."

At this point, the magic general on the table said: "Master Flan, you are not..."

Fran kept her head down and covered her mouth on the mirror of the magic mirror with her hand.

"Woooo-"

"Before then, we actually have other ways to help your people—" Her eyes were still serious.

Bai Xue raised her head expectantly.

"—You can start by reducing taxes. Those nobles earn too much. If taxes can be reduced, the lives of commoners will be much easier."

After Bai Xue left, Fran let go of the hand that blocked the magic mirror's mouth.

"Master Fran, how do you teach Snow White magic? You don't know magic at all."

Fran looked at the magic mirror on the table with the eyes of a fool: "Do you think you know my own situation better than me? Do you want me to tell Snow White that your vicious stepmother is gone and I am now You don't know any magic human nanny?"

"But you didn't say the time was right..."

"Yes, I also promised to take out the soul sealed in your body, do you think it will help if I smash you into pieces?"

Mirror: QAQ