◎She feels like she is cursed now. ◎
Magic is not free. A weak witch sacrifices to the goddess in exchange for the inspiration to cast spells. The first magic Dill came into contact with was a replica of the Greek witch Medea's old sheep returning to spring - a symbol of the renewal of all things and the inexhaustibility of life. The ancient sacrificial ritual of breathing.
The witches threw the dismembered old goat into the cauldron and resurrected a lamb with its flesh and blood. This was also the first sacrifice that every young witch must undergo.
The other witches soon got a lamb that was jumping around, but when it came to Dill, the girl was sweating profusely while mixing it with the big spoon, but there was no living thing coming out of the steaming pot. Instead, as the large spoon stirred it, the steaming steam gradually released a fragrance that made everyone salivate.
Finally, watching the witches grabbing the mutton pot, the sad Dill once suspected that she had no magic, but it soon proved that she was overly worried. She had everything she should have, but she had all the skills in the wrong places.
When it comes to the witches' necessities: flying ointment, other witches have already put on the ointment, playing in the moonlight and picking bird eggs on the trees; while Dill is busy on the ground using a net to catch the flying ointment that escapes all over the sky: soft balls marshmallows. A witch caught a bite and tasted it. Well, it was sweet and delicious.
If it weren't for the careful witch who ate the marshmallow and discovered that it had the magical power to levitate the body, which was considered a barely qualified flying potion, Dill would have been considered unfavorable to the goddess and would have lost her qualifications as a witch trainee.
Then there is the production of simple magic props. The witch needs to prepare a magic potion to transform cotton clothes into expensive silk; as for dill... let alone mention it, the big witch in charge of the review said it is the best thing she has ever tasted in her life. Eat the candy silk dress.
Currently, the most successful magic trick of dill is to turn a glass of water into wine. The aroma of the wine will make you drunk as soon as you smell it. It almost attracted several big alcoholic witches to start a banquet on the spot, and the scene was very chaotic for a time.
I once thought I was Harry Potter, but I didn't expect to be the reincarnation of Jesus.
But Amber and other great witches don't think so. They once suspected that Dill was cursed, and tried various strange potions and spells on Dill, almost turning the girl into a pickle.
In the end, they came to a barely reasonable conclusion, that is, Dill was not cursed, but got a good name, which happened to be very consistent with one of the many priests under the Moon Goddess: the priest of fertility.
The magic power of the witch comes from the power of the goddess. Different powers have different magic powers. To put it more nicely, dill is deeply favored by the goddess, and she is given too many "abundant" blessings, which leads to the magic power of dill. Unable to function properly.
So before Dill had time to become a great witch, she became the chef of the witches. Every time she opened the cauldron, she would attract a group of witches to look at her. There was also a little witch who knocked on the soup bowl and improvised a short children's song: Dill Once it fails, everyone starts dinner.
Every time at this time, Dill begins to miss the good thing Chaotian pepper.
In fact, in her last life, Dill was born in a country of foodies. To her, such a pair of hands was like turning any stone into gold. She had no worries about food and clothing wherever she went, and she was not afraid of starving to death even if she got lost in the desert. They were a must-have golden finger when traveling. All she needs is oriental spices and local ingredients to allow her to open a Chinese restaurant in another world. Perhaps with this goal, she will embark on a gorgeous journey like a light novel.
It's just that after Dill figured out the settings of this world, she could no longer maintain this naive idea.
"Is that the soup base for today?"
A girl jumped out from under the window. She shook her little head with golden hair on both sides and pointed excitedly at the medicine basket on the ground.
A large white egg rests in it, and is carefully wrapped in lace soft cloth. It looks particularly oval and sweet, and coupled with a large cauldron of boiling water, anyone will misunderstand it.
After slamming the window shut, Dill hurried forward and picked up her precious eggs in her bib. All her hopes were on this egg, but she couldn't let these inhumane foodies target her.
This time, there will be no failure!
The witches outside were wary of the powerful Amber and only dared to peek through the gaps at the edges of doors and windows.
Not long ago, every little witch successfully formed a bond with their familiar in the Moonlight Forest. From a wide variety of wild cats, to rare white deer, and even dexterous squirrels, every witch followed the guidance of the Moon Goddess and successfully found a match with them. The familiar; and Dill also found... an egg according to the guidance of the moonlight.
A group of witches who had tasted the sweetness began to think that the moon goddess wanted to replenish the health of the hard-working gods, so they tried every possible means and tricks, nothing more than encouraging Dill to eat this delicious one. The eggs are boiled.
Now of course the dill is not really about boiling the eggs. In fact, when she got the egg, she placed all her long-lost ambitions in it, waiting only for time to hatch.
This is an egg! !
Having been blessed to be the descendant of a dragon for two lifetimes, Dill Mo's mind was filled with all kinds of rare and exotic animals from the legends of her hometown. Dragons also lay eggs, and phoenixes also lay eggs. An egg contains infinite possibilities. Even if an iron-eating beast appears, as long as the oriental color and time-travel settings are added, everything will be reasonable.
Therefore, ignoring the sympathetic looks of others, Dill held a kind of mysterious confidence, and had a beautiful vision of riding a big black and white bird in the world in her mind.
So in order to protect the beloved big white egg among a group of jackals, tigers and leopards, Dill took the egg with him when he ate, drank, pooped and slept. She also carefully added a bib with an opening to her clothes, carrying the egg in her pocket every day amid the cynicism of others.
Now even Amber, who liked to tease her little apprentice, couldn't bear it, and severely punished several witches who snickered that Dill was a hen.
But Dill didn't care. She believed that what she was carrying was not an egg, but a hope and a dream!
It's just that as the days passed, the egg still didn't break out of the shell, the witches became more and more expectant, and Dill became more and more anxious.
In fact, she was also a little afraid, fearing that her status as a visitor from another world would really offend the local gods. As the saying goes, what you think about every day is what you dream about at night. In Dill's nightmare, her beloved big white egg finally broke out of its shell, and hatched into a large bucket of Grandpa Ken's family number. Then, it was suddenly killed by a group of people with zombie faces. The witches carved it up.
Dill, who woke up from the nightmare, refused to wait endlessly. She decided to try the birth-inducing drug and soaked eggs, but in the end she was afraid of her own hands.
Unexpectedly, the eggs turned into tea eggs before they were cooked. Before opening the cauldron, Dill made a temporary sacrifice and worshiped the Queen of the Moon Temple, asking her to forgive him for all the possible disrespect and offenses he had done before.
The past has faded away. From now on, she is the most loyal believer of the Moon God and the successor of idealism. However, before she had time to brew her emotions, she was interrupted by the malicious Amber as soon as she showed her loyalty.
"I still have some birth-inducing potions here, otherwise you can use mine."
Amber, who knew she was in the wrong, rarely became gentle and considerate. I saw her carefully closing the curtains and placing strong seals on the doors and windows, not forgetting to make intimidating gestures to the people outside.
Dill was about to say something when there was a sudden click. The master and apprentice quickly looked at each other, and the air around them condensed instantly. They could only hear the cauldron churning with boiling water, and a small abnormal sound, and the icy atmosphere suddenly bloomed. A crack.
It was quiet inside and outside the house, and even the cat couldn't help but move lightly. It seemed that everyone was aware of something.
Dill's shoulders trembled, listening to the sound of eggshells cracking behind her, her neck was as hard as a stone, and she couldn't twist it.
After a long while, when she heard the sound of something falling on the ground, Dill regained her consciousness and winked at Amber: How about it?
Amber was facing her, and she happened to witness the birth process of the familiar. At this time, her expression was as colorful as the bottom of the burnt cauldron.
"...alive?" The woman tried to find a neutral word
Dill held her breath and waited for her answer. She almost lost her breath when she heard it, but if she really asked her directly, her little heart couldn't bear it.
She tentatively asked: "W-what color?"
"White?"
Dill's heart shrank, and all possible Eastern mythical beasts flashed through her mind.
"Is there black among the white ones?!" Is it really a national treasure? !
The girl's ecstatic expression made Amber a little embarrassed.
She said with difficulty: "It's not black, but a little red?"
White with a little red? Dill's expression fell, what the hell?
"W-Would you like to go with me?"
"It goes well together." Amber was very sure this time, nodding her head like garlic.
White with red, and combined with his oriental aura, it could be... a red-crowned crane! !
Dill turned her head ecstatically, wanting to hug her fellow villager... Then she saw that the snow was white and round, and the red palms on the ground were exactly what Amber described.
So... so white, so red, so down-to-earth, and such a big white goose with anthurium!
The black-haired girl and the big white goose stared at each other. Dill felt dizzy for a while, and then she couldn't feel anything at all.
Amber looked sympathetically at the girl who fainted on the ground, then glanced at the chubby white goose, thought for a long time, and tried to squeeze out a word of comfort:
"At least the familiar looks more delicious than the master, and can give him a chance to survive for the next ten minutes."
In a daze, Dill barely opened her eyes a crack, and vaguely saw the tattered God's Gift not far away, which she had just casually thrown on the ground.
It has one of the most crumpled pages open, with a large triangle folded at one corner of the page. Apparently it has been read over and over again:
[Underage witches need to hunt a magic wolf alone on the night of their eighteenth birthday and present the wolf head to the temple of the goddesses. Those who do not complete the sacrificial ceremony will be deprived of their magic power and will be cursed by the Moon Goddess forever. ]
She felt like she was cursed now.