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

Playing in mud again

【Rewritten in the previous chapter】

Fran would choose to wind up the music box, because she naturally believed that the magic cast by the Dark God was harmless.

but……

She glanced at the familiar dark forest with a look of lovelessness, what about the promise of trust?

The rustling movement behind her was getting closer and closer, even if something rushed to her back and bit her neck Fran would not be surprised the next moment.

Tonight, Fran decided to give it a try.

She turned around, ready to fight to the death with those white shadow monsters in her dream.

Unexpectedly, she didn't see any scary white shadows, only a small thing jumping over the bushes towards her, it looked like a soft jelly mud from close up.

The black jelly mud jumped to her feet, like a puppy sniffing seriously, and then jumped up without hesitation, pounced into her arms.

What, the darkness put a jelly mud in her dream?

The caught jelly mud felt soft and cool to the touch in her hands, it even stretched twice and rubbed against her palm with its body.

Fran squeezed, she understood the conversation last night.

The God of Darkness heard her say that she couldn't sleep well, and re-cast the spell on the music box, and also gave her a jelly mud to relieve her stress.

Thinking of this, she squeezed the jelly mud in her hand again.

The jelly mud seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with being pinched by her. It has eyes, but there are only two small slits, like two lines on the jelly.

The two threads hang upwards, and as soon as Fran pinches it, it will slide that soft body out of her palm.

When it slipped out, Fran pinched it back, and when it slid out again, Fran pinched it again.

In the end, Fran was pinned by the jelly mud, declaring that Fran was the winner of this tug-of-war.

……

"Master Dark God, the magic you applied to the music box is really useful. I had a good and relaxing sleep last night."

When Fran learned magic the next day, she sighed sincerely.

The Dark God let out a "hmm". In his opinion, it was just an ordinary hypnotic magic, not surprising.

The corners of Fran's mouth raised, and she added immersedly: "It's really comfortable and very decompressing. After one night, my tiredness of the past few days has disappeared."

Dark God:?

Could a hypnotic spell have such an exaggerated effect?

***

When the Duke of Else sold the Magic Academy to Fran, the students originally enrolled in the academy also temporarily suspended their studies on the grounds that the school was closed for rectification.

Most of the aristocratic students who are ignorant and have no magical talent naturally hope that the school will be rectified as long as possible.

Only those nobles got the news that the magic academy was bought by the princess' magic godmother.

Mr. Barker was very conscientious. After compiling the syllabus, he held a meeting with the rest of the magic instructors under Fran's arrangement.

Since Fran personally introduced Mentor Buck and her disciples to them, the other magic teachers immediately recognized Buck and studied with him carefully.

Mr. Barker was naturally confused at the time, because even he himself didn't know that the "unorthodox" magic he thought came from the same line as the godmother of magic in his country.

The unwillingness and humiliation of the past disappeared immediately, and he patted his chest on the spot and shouldered the responsibility of training the instructors.

He even mentioned that he would sell his bakery to contribute to the academy.If it wasn't for Fran's stop on the spot, Old Buck might have gone home and sold the house right away.

Fran also saw that the time was ripe, and asked people to go to the city to post a notice for the enrollment of the Magic Academy.

[...All interested citizens of the Black Forest country can go to the academy registration office to test their magic talents within the specified date. As long as they pass the entrance test, they can enter the magic academy to study. For students with extraordinary talents, the academy will provide for him/her All fees are waived.After graduation, students can be awarded the opportunity to join the Court Magician Association, as well as the opportunity to be promoted after meritorious service. ]

At this moment, the nobles understood that this was no suspension of school for rectification. The new buyer of the college wanted to make those low-status commoners sit on an equal footing with them.

"That's why the Duke of Else's booth was crowded yesterday."

In the room, Bai Xue had a notebook in her left hand and a quill in her right. She was earnestly learning how to prepare magic potions with Fran.

She hasn't really started learning magic yet, she is just familiarizing herself with the preparation procedure of potions.

Just yesterday, the nobles who couldn't offend Fran vented their anger on the former headmaster.

They teamed up to find him at the Duke of Else's estate, but were told that he was creating at the fair.

creation?

When the nobles arrived, they really saw the Duke of Else wearing a beret hat, his expensive clothes were colorfully dyed with oil paint, with a palette and brush in his hand, painting on the drawing board. draw.

When the nobles were about to ask him for theoretical accountability, the nobleman held an oil painting brush over his head and said loudly: "Today, buy one get one free. Every time I buy a painting of mine, I will answer this person's question. There is no cap, until sold out.”

Fran added a spoonful of reed seeds to the crucible, couldn't help but smiled and said, "Until all the paintings that Else had piled up for a day were sold out, they couldn't ask for an explanation, and they lost a lot of money." money, and bought a bunch of paintings that I couldn’t appreciate.”

Naturally, Elser would not tell them about his request for Stington to select his work.

That is his dignity as an artist.

"Didn't they come to trouble you, godmother?" Bai Xue followed Fran and added the grated sage leaves.

"Of course I did." Fran replied, "But I told them that I didn't deprive them of their right to be nobles. If their children or people they elected meet the admission requirements, they can continue to study at the Magic Academy, and because they are Nobles, as long as they can pay the tuition fees, even if they fail the exam, they can continue to study without restriction until they pass the exam and graduate."

"Eh?" Bai Xue thought about Fran's words, "You mean..."

What Fran meant was that the Academy of Magic must always be funded and supported. As long as these nobles are willing, they can have the privilege of spending more money than others.

They want privileges, and Fran will give them privileges.

"Will they agree?" Bai Xue was a little worried.

"Not only did they agree, but they were also very happy." Fran added the last potion to the crucible and began to stir.

Bai Xue:?

After the medicine was prepared, Bai Xue mentioned the gift Fran gave her yesterday.

"Godmother, the music box you gave me yesterday was really useful. I slept until dawn without dreaming."

Fran blinked her eyes, no dream?

Ever since she used the music box that the Dark God used to perform hypnotic magic, she took the initiative to ask him to learn this magic, and gave it to Bai Xue after adding it to other music boxes.

If the effect is good, it can be considered as a new commodity to be sold in the market.

But why would there be no dream?

Obviously, she has been playing with that ball of jelly in her dream every day for the past few days.

"Didn't you dream of a black jelly mud of this size?" Fran asked Bai Xue while gesturing.

Bai Xue shook her head: "Should I dream...?"

Fran: "..."

This reminded her of his puzzled reaction when he mentioned to the Dark God that his magic was very effective and relieved stress. Thinking about it now, could it be that the jelly slime in the dream had nothing to do with him?

That night, she turned the clockwork of the music box again, and went into the dream to find the jelly mud.

"Xiao Bei, let me ask you a few questions."

This name was discovered by Fran after testing. The jelly mud has a certain self-awareness. It is very sensitive to the pronunciation of "Bei", so she called it "Xiao Bei".

Fran: "Are you a product of magic?"

Jelly Mud shook his head.

Fran: "Were you born recently?"

Jelly Mud shook his head again.

Fran: "Have you been here for a long time?"

This time, Jelly Mud pounced on him, expressing his approval.

Fran: "..."

If it is said that jelly mud has existed here for a long time...

Fran remembered the situation in the first dream.

"Xiao Bei, once, when many monsters chased me and ran away, were you there?"

Jelly rubbed the back of Fran's hand affectionately.

So it was Xiao Bei who protected her from those monsters in the dream? !

This was an almost unexpected answer. The Dark God removed the traces of magic on the music box in front of her. How did this little thing escape?

The only reason Fran could think of was that as a product of dark magic, Beckham avoided the magic of the dark god.

But is there anything special about this music box?This is just a music box that she picked up by chance, a music box made by a businessman in imitation of the temperament.

If this harmless little thing had nothing to do with the Dark God's magic, then Fran would have no reason to bring it up to the Dark God.

She remembered his displeasure when he discovered other dark magic existed.

Since it protected her in the dream, she should also protect this little thing well.

……

"Have you slept well these days?"

When practicing magic, thinking of Fran saying that she is very friendly, the Dark God naturally asked her about her recent sleep status.

"...Well, I've slept well recently, thank you for your concern." Fran replied without changing her expression.

He looked at her for a while, always feeling that something was wrong.In the past few days, Mingming has been praising in his ears every day how excellent the magic he cast on the music box is.

Why don't you talk about it today?

"Is something wrong with the music box?"

Today, what he taught her was how to control her own shadow, which is unique to dark magic.

Hearing his question, Fran's hand stopped, and the shadow that was struggling to stand up straight along the wall fell limply.

"No, there is no problem with your enchanted music box." Fran replied affirmatively, and then manipulated her own shadow to climb up again.

The God of Darkness is thoughtful, does he believe it?

He didn't believe it.

When she saw the God of Darkness appearing in her room that night, Fran sighed inwardly, and glanced at the music box next to the bed without a trace.

In the old place, it has not been passive.

He was flipping through the black magic compendium on Fran's desk that had been repeatedly revised by Old Buck.

"Where did the content on this come from?" He asked.

"It's a magic teacher who said that his ancestors wanted to learn magic every day, and he got it from the gods he believed in. Do you have any impression?" Fran took a few steps forward, looking at the dark god's eyes and The music boxes are separated.

This reminded the Dark God that a long time ago, there was a believer who only repeated the same words in his ears every day: "My God, I really want to learn magic!" The same words were repeated every day, so he had to send It took the devotee a guide to the dark arts to calm his "spell".

"No impression." He replied blankly.

"Is there something important for you to come today?" Fran yawned falsely.

Meaning, if not, she wants to sleep.

The Dark God had an illusion that she was hiding something from him.

"I've checked the country where the music box originated from." The Dark God stood up and turned into a cloud of black mist when he walked in front of Fran. It touched the music box next to the bed.

"..." Fran, who was completely unstoppable, turned around without any emotion on her face, but her eyes were fixed on the music box, "Did you find anything?"

"The breath of soul fragments." He picked up the music box, checked its condition, and threw it twice, "The sealed magic item is there, but something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Fulan still couldn't hold back, and warned: "My lord, I like this music box very much recently, please be gentle."

After she said this, she added quickly: "After all, you personally left the pattern representing you, and I don't want to see it break."

He looked up at her, and put the music box back to its original place, there was nothing unusual on it.

"The borders of the entire country have set up barriers of light magic. I can force my way in, but I don't want to disturb the people behind." He explained.

Seeing that the music box was put down, Fulan felt relieved: "If it was me, can I quietly bring you into this country?"

After receiving an affirmative reply from the Dark God, she extinguished an oil lamp, and the whole room became much darker: "I understand. I will discuss the specific situation with Duke Stington tomorrow."

Seeing the Dark God leave, Fran breathed a sigh of relief.

She originally wanted to investigate that country, after all, Xiao Bei's origin was still a mystery.

Before going to bed, she rang the music box, preparing to fall into a dream tonight.

In the dream, Xiao Bei really bouncing towards her.

Fran rubbed its face: "It's great that you're still here."

"Is that what you don't want to tell me?"

The heart in Fran's chest was pounding, she hugged Xiaobei in her arms, and turned around resignedly.

The God of Darkness, who had obviously left, was watching her in this forest in her dream.

"Do you play with a mud in your dreams every day?"

Fran: "..." The familiar "playing with mud" is back.

Regardless of why he was able to enter her dream, Fran hugged Xiaobei tightly in her arms.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dark God, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but..." Fran searched for a reason, "It saved me in a dream."

Obviously, he was a little displeased with her concealment, and even her dreams were affected.

The originally transparent moonlight forest became a bit foggy.

Fran simply told him the dream of the first night.

"If it wasn't for Beckham, I might have endured a whole night of torture."

She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be eaten raw while staying awake.

Unexpectedly, after she finished speaking, his aura changed and he calmed down slowly.

"Why didn't you tell me about your dream?" He, who was always calm, had a serious expression on his face.

"I don't think it's important. Is there anything special about this dream?" Fran asked.

"No."

Fran:?

She clearly saw that when she described her dream, a cold light flashed in his red eyes.

His eyes slid over the little thing in Fran's arms: "Last time you said that I have affinity, but this time you are afraid that I will kill your mud?"

Fran looked away guiltily: "You are so kind, of course you won't, I just forgot to tell you."

He didn't believe her words, and when he was about to study what this little thing was, Xiaobei broke free from Fran's grasp.

It sniffed the God of Darkness like it was sniffing Fran for the first time, and then the whole jelly mud seemed reluctant, jumped backwards twice, and hid behind Fran's heels.

"My lord, the mud in your mouth doesn't seem to like you." At the end of Fran's words, the corners of her mouth curled up.

Dark God: "..."

In the end, even the Dark God didn't understand Xiao Bei's origin.

It has the breath of dark magic on it, and it doesn't look like a product of magic.

Seemingly self-aware, yet goofy.

The only thing that can be determined is that it is inextricably linked to the mutation that occurred after the music box was affected by the light magic.

In the end, in his mouth, it was still a piece of "mud".

***

Soon, combining the information from the Duke of Stington and the people sent by Fran, Fran got a general idea of ​​the country the businessman had been to.

It was a country called Flora, and there were beautiful roses and vines growing around it, so the name was as beautiful as the flowers.

I don't know when it started, people in this country began to fall into some kind of curse.

This spell seems to be related to the music box in the tower.

All citizens, including the royal family and nobles, sleep and wake up with the same routine under the melody of the music box.

They sleep for a long time, from the time the sun sets until the sun rises again.

Even so, people who have been to that country have found that the mental state of the people is very poor. They do not have healthy skin because of a lot of sleep, but they are in a kind of confusion every day.

Like, never had a good night's sleep.

Once people in this country want to leave, they will be blocked by roses and vines at the gate of the city. No matter whether they use fire, magic or knives, the roses and vines will grow endlessly until they want to go out. The people had to give up.

Only outsiders can enter and leave the country safely.

It can be said that this is a cursed country.

Fran, who had experienced the nightmare of the music box, knew that this might be a country in a nightmare.

From the time the people go to sleep, it is an endless nightmare until the dawn of the next day.

When Fran was trying to find a suitable reason to visit this country, she actually received a letter from this country.

The monarch of this country was moved when he heard that there was a magic item in the Black Forest that could allow people to sleep peacefully all night without dreams.

I would like to discuss with a merchant who can provide this item in large quantities.

There is only one magic item that can make people sleep better recently,

That is, the music box that Fran cast hypnotic magic on.

Wait, does the monarch of this country still dare to buy a music box?

Is this the broken jar?