Colmar sat at the dresser, her fingers wrapped around the ends of her hair, her eyes staring vacantly at the pale yellow wallpaper on the wall.

Instead of cosmetics like a powder box or eye cream under her arm, there was a heavy magic book. The book was spread out, revealing a yellowed parchment drawing in the mezzanine.

A complex sketch of a magic array was sketched on the parchment, and there were red dots of light that were slowly moving along the traces of carbon threads, which seemed to have been running for a long time, and the red halo on the dots of light had faded to the limit, almost turning white.

"Zizi...... Zizi ......"

There was a restless cry from the swarm of lights hanging from the ceiling, as if the old radio had a bad signal. This anomaly woke up the pensive witch.

She glanced up at the flickering lights overhead, looked around to the right and left, and finally landed on the vanity mirror in front of her.

"It is very rude to trespass into a girl's bedroom without the permission of the owner. Colmar said calmly into her vanity mirror.

The mirror remained motionless, as if it were an ordinary mirror.

The witch no longer bothered with it, but put her hands behind her head, grabbed her long loose hair, and tied it up, pulling it out of a neat bun, revealing her white, long neck.

"Get in, or get out, you always have to have a choice. The witch glanced at the dim surface of the vanity mirror and was a little impatient: "...... Instead of staying in the cracks of the 'mirror world' all the time. ”

Her book shook a few times on the pillow not far from the dresser, and it shimmered slightly, as if trying to attract her master's attention.

Under these multiple warnings, the uninvited guest hiding in the mirror finally gave up pretending to be deaf and dumb.

The mirror surface was like boiling mercury, trembling violently, stirring up a circle of ripples of different shades, and after a while, the ripples receded, and the mirror regained its calm, except that there was an extra square Taishi chair on the dresser.

And sitting on the Taishi's chair, a chubby mouse with a full body of folds.

"It was an accident," the rat fairy pouted, pinching his dry beard with some embarrassment, and whispered in defense, "I was just wandering around the mirror world, and I stopped by to take a look...... I'm so old, and I'm a mouse......"

The witch couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this.

"You don't need to explain, I just thought it was a little thief. She smiled, reached out and pulled out a nail clipper from the box in the corner of the dresser, reached out and grabbed the little paw of the rat fairy, and pinched it: "...... You should ask those children to help you cut your nails regularly, it is good for the body. ”

The rat fairy stared at the witch's nail clippers in a daze, and for a long time, did not make a sound.

"Click, click. ”

In the quiet bedroom, only the click of nail clippers sounded. The sensitive lamps on the ceiling had long since regained their steady frequency, puffing out their bellies and sprinkling a room of pale white lights.

"Are you...... Tomorrow in that little world...... Do you do that?" asked in a low voice as the rat immortal turned his face sideways, staring at the heavy magic book at the foot of his chair and at the intricate magic array diagram on the parchment.

"Yes. The witch raised her eyebrows.

She didn't think the rat immortals knew about it. At this moment, it is certainly not so simple to bring up this topic. Maybe it's the reason for its 'accidental passing' tonight.

The guests didn't make the host wait long.

"This magic array is dangerous...... Very dangerous. The rat immortal stared at the slow-moving pale red point of light on the array and whispered, "The magic related to the starry sky makes death seem so gentle. ”

"Is it more dangerous than the lives of the Tricksters of the North End?" the witch asked rhetorically.

The rat immortal was silent for a long time: "They are still alive after all." ”

"The Walking Dead is not alive. The witch felt that she had more say in this than the mouse in front of her.

The rat fairy fell silent again, and the witch continued to quietly cut its claws and nails.

"Let me tell you a story. The rat fairy finally spoke again, speaking very slowly, but the words were very clear, as if each word had consumed a lot of determination: "After listening to this story, you decide whether to go or not." ”

The witch blinked, and pricked up her ears curiously, wondering what kind of story the rat fairy was going to tell.

"I used to be a wizard, you know. The rat fairy glanced at the witch, and there was a bit of kindness in his eyes: "For a wizard like me, there are not a hundred in the first university, but there are eighty...... Immersed in experiments all day long, doing experiments that can never be done, day after day. ”

"In a sense, there is no essential difference between us and the tricksters of the North District. ”

"I don't like experiments. Rather than the harsh, boring, dangerous, boring experiments of magic, I prefer to venture into the New World, or open a candy hut deep in the Silent Forest, go fishing by the river every morning, and come home in the evening to cook some mushroom soup. Get a dog named Tom and a cat named Jerry. If you're lucky, you might even be able to make friends with a unicorn or a phoenix. ”

"But dreams can only be dreams after all. ”

"For the sake of the kids, I had to do many, many magical experiments, I had to become a senior researcher, I had to become a top registered wizard, and even a great wizard. ”

"Oh, did I tell you I had a daughter?" the rat fairy looked at the witch with a sparkling look in her eyes, "Juice, that's her nickname...... Because every time I see her, I feel a sense of satisfaction that I have drunk a big glass of juice in the summer. ”

Colmar pinched its little paws and shook her head quietly.

She had a not-so-good feeling.

"When the juice was still there, I liked to cut my nails. The rat fairy took out a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose very loudly, but his voice suddenly became a little lighter: "...... Of course, it must be admitted that you cut it well. ”

The witch smiled reluctantly.

At the moment, she didn't know what to say.

Without any more excesses and memories, the Rat Immortal's voice suddenly quickened a lot: "When Juice was two years old, there was an accident in my laboratory. Demon Leak...... Very high concentration, very high purity demon energy...... The entire laboratory has been eroded by demonic energy. Following the procedure, the entire laboratory was cordoned off. ”

"We were all in the lab. I, Juice's mother, she's my assistant. Juice's uncles, and her aunts. They were all sealed in the lab. ”

Colmar gasped and pinched the rat fairy's fingers and shook involuntarily. The law book not far behind her seemed to sense the shock of its master, and suddenly lit up with a silver-white light, illuminating the originally dimly lit room.

"Worried I've fallen into a demon?" the Rat Fairy's beard curled up, as if pleased with the witch's reaction.

Colmar calmed down in a moment.

"No, you're not a demon. She is very sure: "The fact that the school allows you to exist means that you are not a demon." ”