The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

In a gorgeous palace.

In a unique warehouse.

"It's really beautiful spinning!" The girl with silver-white hair, a delicate face, and a few freckles on her nose said lazily and comfortably, lying on a pile of spun yarn.

In front of her, there are three old women with strange shapes:

The first woman had a broad, flat foot; the second had a long lower lip that fell to her chin; and the third had a very broad thumb.

Such an image of a woman will attract the attention of others just by going outside.

Holding the spindle, scissors, and poles, they spun the yarn quickly and well, like three emotionless machines.

In fact, they seemed to have no feelings. Listening to the words of the silver-white haired girl, the three old weaving women acted as if they didn't hear them, and they were all doing their own things in silence.

Suddenly, the three old weaving women stopped their movements. They looked at each other, and there was no depth in their cloudy eyes, and they just said, "He's coming!"

"he came!"

"he came!"

The girl with silver-white hair was startled, stood up, rushed to the spinning wheel, and asked worriedly, "Who is he? Who is here? A prince? No, give me the seat! I want to spin." Already!"

The girl with silver-white hair was like a student who was about to be caught cheating in an exam, bewildered and flustered.

The three old weaving women stood up silently, and gave up their seats to the silver-haired girl.

The girl sat down on her buttocks, and then started to panic, picked up the weaving tools in a strange way, and while tossing, she said to the three old weaving women, "Are you still here? Just like last time, hurry up and hide!" "

After finishing speaking, the silver-white haired girl lowered her head and began to study the tools in her hand.

After she straightened out the things in her hands and raised her head again, the three old weaving women suddenly disappeared just like they had suddenly appeared before.

The silver-white girl is no stranger to it.

She knew in her heart that these three old women were not ordinary people, and they might even be the incarnation of devils, but she had already fallen to the present state because of lies, and she didn't care if they were real devils.

Not long after the three old weaving women disappeared, there was a burst of noisy footsteps coming from far and near.

Soon, a middle-aged blond woman in gorgeous clothes and all kinds of jewelry walked into the warehouse surrounded by a group of guards and maids.

After looking around the things in the warehouse with majestic eyes, a satisfied smile appeared on her face. She picked up a piece of spun yarn, and praised the silver-haired girl standing beside Rarity restlessly.

"Bara, the yarn you spin is beautiful and tight. I already believe what your mother said, you are really the best spinning girl in the country!"

The silver-white white-haired girl named Bara squeezed out a smile, let out a dry laugh, and dared not speak.

The middle-aged blond woman smiled lightly, and after looking around in the warehouse for a while, her heart suddenly moved, and she said to Bara, "Bara, do you want to take a breath of fresh air?"

"Fresh?" Bara asked puzzledly, but she vaguely guessed something in her heart.

"Yes, do you want to go out and breathe the air outside?" The middle-aged blonde woman smiled.

"I...can I? Don't I have to weave all the flax before I can go out?" the silver-haired girl Bara couldn't believe it.

"With occasional exceptions, even the Lord of the Holy Light will allow it! Only by resting properly can we spin at a faster speed, so that I can make what I said become true! In fact, you should also meet William! Hope you guys like each other."

Bara's face turned red all of a sudden, "This..."

Before Bara showed her "girly shyness", the middle-aged blonde woman took Bara away with "mature decisiveness" to breathe fresh air.

The warehouse suddenly fell into silence again.

Three old spinning women appeared from nowhere, and sat on various positions on the spinning wheel, and continued spinning.

A faint light flashed.

William's figure appeared outside the door without a sound.

He looked back at the place where Bara and the others disappeared, shook his head lightly and complained, "I never thought that the prince of this country is also called William! Really, why not Arthur? Whether it's a person's name or a website name, it's pretty cool." Fire!"

After complaining, he turned his head and looked back at the three old spinning women.

At this moment, William's eyes suddenly changed, because the magic mirror suddenly told him that the three old spinning women with the strength of a first-level wizard who had been detected before were in a strange state at this time, changing between reality and reality. non-stop.

But in William's eyes, the three old weaving women were still in their original image and in their original situation.

William's heart changed at this time, and he didn't know whether to go in or not.

Just when he was hesitating whether to use the Ruyi cloak to run away, the three old weaving women in the room spoke up.

"Hello! Visitors other than fate!"

"Hello! The lucky ones who don't have a fate line!"

"Hello! Invisible child of the world."

William faintly felt that these old weaving women had already guessed their identities, knowing that they were not born and bred in this world, but a stowaway!

His expression suddenly became serious, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the three old weaving women suddenly smiled mysteriously and continued weaving gauze in their hands.

But for William, the scene in front of him changed for a while, appearing in a vast and mighty strange space where it is difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west.

In the space, a long silver-gray river covering the sky and the sun, with no end in front and no end in the back, slowly flowed past his eyes.

In front of this long silver-gray river, William is just a speck of dust.

And the three old weaving women were also beside the silver-gray river at this time, but their bodies stretched to the sky, and each of them had a body several hundred feet high.

Holding spindles, scissors, and poles in their hands, they fished out a basin of water from the silver-gray river and began spinning in front of William.

The water of the silver-grey river was spun into gauze like the finest flax in the hands of the three old women.

Gauze made of water!

Still close!

William was a little stunned.

He focused his attention on three old spinning women.

The three old women were still weaving gauze made of water without stopping.

Slowly, William suddenly discovered that when the three old women were weaving, there was a magical charm.

Looking at it, some problems in the "Curse of Fate", which I didn't understand at first, began to understand.

William suddenly understood that this is not an ordinary river, but a river of fate.

These three weaving old women are weaving fate!