To the south of the Fog Lake, there was a huge forest.
The forest was filled with demonic aura. Spores of demonic mushrooms floated in the air, forming a miasma that ordinary people could not tolerate. Not only humans, but also many demons were unwilling to approach this place.
Therefore, humans who could tolerate the miasma would live here to ensure that they would not be attacked by demons. In addition, the spores of the demonic mushrooms could bring about illusions, increasing the magic power of humans to a certain extent. Therefore, people who were determined to become magic users would also live here and cultivate.
The terrain of the forest was complicated and undulating. Occasionally, there would be rivers that would form waterfalls in places where the terrain was more undulating.
Huge trees towered into the sky, covering the sun. Even in the outside world, it was rare to see such huge trees that would require dozens of people to wrap their arms around them.
For those huge trees, even their roots that protruded from the ground were several times thicker than an adult's body.
"This place is really deserted …"
Eight-cloud Ink walked in the Magic Forest, sighing as he looked at the scenery around him.
As a demon, Eight-cloud Ink's body was different from most demons.
Therefore, being in the Magic Forest, which was a forbidden area for most demons, Eight-cloud Ink only felt comfortable all over.
It was as if he had returned to his mother's body.
Suddenly, Eight-cloud Ink frowned as he looked ahead.
Although there was nothing in his line of sight apart from the towering trees, Eight-cloud Ink could clearly feel a wave of magic coming from the front.
The most famous people who could use magic living in the Magic Forest were Marisa and Alice of Fog and Rain.
Thinking that he might see these two famous people, Eight-cloud Ink couldn't help but quicken his steps.
After walking for a while and passing through a narrow canyon, an ordinary wooden hut appeared in front of Eight-cloud Ink.
In front of the hut was a wooden sign with the words "Fog and Rain Magic Shop" written on it.
It seemed that the previous wave of magic came from Marisa.
The Black and White Bandits …
Turning around the hut, Eight-cloud Ink came to an open space behind the hut. Sure enough, he saw a beautiful girl practicing magic.
The young girl had shoulder-length golden hair that reached her shoulders. One side of her hair was braided in front of her, and the braid was decorated with a bow. She was wearing a standard black dress with a white apron on top. She wore a large black triangular sorcerer's hat with a large bow on it.
"Eh …?"
When the beautiful girl saw the Eight-cloud Ink that suddenly appeared, her eyes widened. After being stunned for a while, she pointed at the Eight-cloud Ink and shouted, "You're that little brother from the Yagun family!"
A few black lines slid down Yakumo's forehead.
Marisa seemed to be very happy. She jumped directly in front of Eight-cloud Ink, not caring that her dress was exposed due to the wind. After landing, Marisa directly grabbed Eight-cloud Ink's sleeve and said with a familiar face, "Hey! Little brother from the Yakumo Family, are you here to make a request? I haven't received a commission for a long time! I'm starving to death … "
If you're starving to death, shouldn't you be doing your old profession — stealing?
Although this was what Eight-cloud Ink complained in his heart, he still said, "Hello, Marisa. I came here by accident when I came out for a stroll. I felt a wave of magic here, so I came to take a look. Are you practicing magic? "
"Yes, yes, yes!"
Marisa nodded repeatedly. She seemed to be very excited when talking about magic.
"How is it? Little brother from the Yakumo Family is also interested in magic? Let's have a round!? "
Have a round?
Eight-cloud Ink's mouth twitched.
Should he say that as expected of black and white?
He knew very well that Marisa's next attack was to fight him.
However, Eight-cloud Ink was not very interested in fighting.
Moreover, she just said that she was starving to death and asked if he was here to make a request. Now, she wanted to have a round with him …
This thinking was slightly strange …
"That … is there really a need?"
"Eh?" Marisa's beautiful little face suddenly fell. She looked extremely cute. "Little brother from the Yakumo Family is really too boring!"
Eight-cloud Ink had a very good impression of this girl who was as cute as his pet Cheng. Looking at her little face, he suddenly felt awkward and then sighed. "That … if we don't count the banquet three years ago, this is the first time we've met, right? Is it really okay to fight as soon as we meet? "
"Eh? That seems to be the case … Little brother from the Yakumo Family, come in and have a cup of black tea! DA ☆ ZE! "
Even the words came out …
Marisa waved her right hand and the broom that was originally placed on the side flew into her hand. Then, the girl directly walked in front of him and walked towards her magic shop.
"Welcome to Misty Rain Magic Shop!"
Marisa opened the door and walked in a few steps. She turned around and smiled at Eight-cloud Ink.
Eight-cloud Ink stood at the door with an awkward expression.
[What a mess this house is …]
Marisa liked to collect (steal) things everywhere, but these collected (stolen) things were casually thrown in the house by her without the slightest tidying up. Therefore, the entire Misty Rain Magic Shop looked like a small magic forest.
Eight-cloud Ink felt that he couldn't find a place to put his feet.
In the House of the Lost, Eight-cloud Ink's life had always been orderly with the omnipotent Blue. The house was also extremely tidy, which made Eight-cloud Ink develop a little bit of mysophobia.
"That … Marisa, don't you usually tidy up the room?"
Although it was very rude to say this, and the other party was a girl, Eight-cloud Ink really couldn't stand it.
Although the room didn't have any strange smell, and even had a faint fragrance, it was really too messy …
The changed clothes and leftover food were randomly piled together.
There were also some things that looked like bombs placed next to the various test tubes and props used for experiments.
There were also several brooms that were crooked on the side.
Except for a part of the table that was often used, the rest of the table was covered with a thick layer of dust.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Eight-cloud Ink wouldn't have believed that this was actually a girl's house.
Should it be said that his worldview was destroyed?
Marisa glanced at her messy room and actually blushed for a moment, which was a rare sight.
"Oh … that …"
"Hehe." Eight-cloud Ink smiled and shook his head, then stepped in, "Since we met, it's fate. Do you mind if I help you tidy up your room?"
Eight-cloud Ink had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder. This obsessive-compulsive disorder didn't show when he was meticulously taken care of by Blue. Now that he saw Marisa's room, it was somewhat exposed.
If he didn't tidy up this room, Eight-cloud Ink felt uncomfortable all over.
"Ah? Ah! That … is that really okay? It's too much trouble for you … "
No matter how careless Marisa was, she would feel embarrassed to let a person who she didn't know to tidy up her room or something.
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