Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

"Kid, is this really going to work?"

The voice of the Ninth Prince drifted over from the side, carrying a hint of uncertainty and doubt.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the wooden stick being "processed" in Xia Tong's hand.

Xia Tong didn't even look up, continuing to fiddle with the things in her hands. "Didn't you say, Your Excellency, that having a staff would make studying easier?"

Last night, when Xia Tong asked about the magic theories and learning methods of the Labbel Continent, the Ninth Prince casually mentioned, "Having a staff would make things much easier."

Therefore, Xia Tong got up early the next day to prepare some materials, including the most crucial part—a piece of peach wood kindly provided by Dark Shadow Red Rain.

But the "staff" that the Ninth Prince mentioned seems to be slightly different from the one Xia Tong is currently fiddling with.

Let's go back to the present—

"It's done."

Xia Tong held up the completed staff in front of the Ninth Prince and waved it.

"this……"

The Ninth Prince stared at the peach wood staff, which was crooked at the top but straight at the bottom, and remained silent for a long while.

She originally intended to borrow the magic wand from Xia An'an next door, but Xia Tong ended up making one herself by hand.

"There's nothing we can do, please understand."

Xia Tong shrugged. "These are all the materials we have. As long as they're usable, it'll be fine."

The Ninth Prince stared at the staff for a few more seconds.

To be honest, based on her many years of experience, this was probably the most... simplest staff she had ever seen.

But the child is right, as long as it works, it's fine.

"Kid, what you said makes sense."

She nodded in agreement.

Shadow Red Rain had been watching from the sidelines ever since Xia Tong started making it. Now, she flew closer, her orange-red eyes carefully examining the staff.

"This is made from my wood."

There was a unique sense of satisfaction in her tone.

"Yes, thanks to you."

Xia Tong responded and reached out to pat her head.

Floating on the other side, Shadow Camellia's gaze swept across the staff.

She originally wanted to provide Xia Tong with some camellia wood, but unfortunately, camellia is not suitable for harvesting and making timber, so she gave up on that idea.

Afterwards, the Ninth Prince briefly explained the Flower Fairy's courses and related knowledge to Xia Tong.

A few minutes later...

"This sounds... kind of interesting."

Xia Tong looked up, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "The ancient language of the Flower Fairy King, elven magic... It would be even better if you could show me some of your magic books."

"Grimoire..."

The Ninth Prince repeated the word, his expression becoming somewhat subtle.

"What's wrong?"

"As far as I know, there are only two magic books on the continent of Labbel."

"Only two books?"

Xia Tong blinked; this number was clearly beyond his expectations.

The Nine Thousand Year Old held up two fingers. "One is the Codex of Flowers, which is now scattered across the Earth; and the other..."

At this moment, the shadowy camellia, which had been quietly floating to the side, flew closer and calmly took over the conversation:

"The other one is kept by Fairy Luna, but we don't know what it is."

Xia Tong didn't react for a moment.

"Um?"

His tone held a hint of confusion, "It can't be that rare, can it? Do you all learn magic just by word of mouth?"

"There are special magic books."

The Ninth Prince corrected, "The Flower Fairy King's ancient language, magical principles, and other aspects all have corresponding textbooks and classics."

"Then..."

Xia Tong stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Looking at the expressions of the Nine Thousand Years Old and Shadow Chun, he suddenly realized a problem.

"It's my fault. It seems your definition of 'grimoire' is different from ours."

The Ninth Prince blinked: "How is it different?"

"The grimoires I know are books that record the principles of magic and spells."

Xia Tong explained, "But listening to you say that now, your magic books seem more like... powerful magical artifacts or magical treasures?"

The Ninth Prince nodded: "That's true."

Xia Tong stroked her chin thoughtfully: "No wonder."

Shadow Camellia floated beside Xia Tong, arms crossed, her gaze lingering on the peach wood staff on the table for a few seconds before looking at Xia Tong's face.

"So, Xiaotong, what are you planning to do now?"

"Never mind, I'll analyze it slowly."

Xia Tong sighed; she'd done this kind of thing plenty of times in her past life anyway.

Upon hearing this, a hint of curiosity flashed in the eyes of the Ninth Prince.

Analysis?

She didn't quite understand what "analysis" meant, but the child's statement must have its reasons.

Just then, Xia Tong seemed to remember something, her gaze falling on the peach wood staff, but her thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Although Qian Han has recovered from his injury yesterday, he still remembers the scene.

We should get her a little gadget for self-defense or to save her life. We can't keep waiting until she gets hurt before treating her, can we?

As Xia Tong thought this, her gaze returned to the Ninth Prince.

"Your Excellency, can you do me a favor?"

"Um?"

The Ninth Prince tilted his head slightly. "What kind of busywork?"

"Show me your abilities, in that alternate dimension."

The Ninth Prince blinked. Although he didn't quite understand why the child suddenly said that, he still nodded.

She turned to look at the desk, then raised her hand, her fingertips glowing with a soft pink light. With a flash of light, the water glass on the desk suddenly disappeared.

Xia Tong watched this scene quietly, his eyes glowing slightly as he observed the flow of magic power within the Nine Thousand Years Old.

"Hmm... As expected, your abilities are essentially magic as well."

He muttered to himself, then said to the Ninth Prince, "Ninth Prince, stay in this position and don't move."

"Huh?"

The Ninth Prince paused for a moment, then looked down at his hand, which was still raised towards the desk.

This pose?

She blinked, not understanding why, but still maintained the posture as instructed.

Xia Tong didn't explain further. Instead, she turned around, picked up her notebook and pen from the desk, and started drawing.

Shadow Chun floated to the side, arms crossed, her gaze shifting back and forth between Xia Tong and Jiu Qian Sui.

She looked at Xia Tong's focused profile, then at the Ninth Prince's confused yet obedient posture, and let out a barely audible hum.

Why draw her...?

Dark Shadow Red Rain also drifted over, its orange-red eyes watching curiously as the pen in Xia Tong's hand moved across the paper.

She blinked, and before she could think about it, her attention was drawn to the commotion on the other side.

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At the other end of the room, the three little ones, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, Shadow Mountain Dream, and Cheng Yi, were huddled together with Xia Tong's tablet in front of them.

"Your Excellency, are you sure this really looks good?"

There was a hint of hesitation in Shadow Mountain Dream's tone.

She stared at the cover on the screen, its somber tone and bizarre style conveying in her deep purple-red eyes, "I don't really want to see it."

"Look at how many views it has, it must be really good."

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old pointed confidently to the numbers in the corner of the screen, his wine-red eyes gleaming with eager anticipation.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream looked troubled: "But this cover...it looks so scary..."

"Hey, let's give it a try."

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old had already reached out and decisively pressed the play button, "If it's not good, I won't watch it."

Chengyi sat in the middle, her blue-purple eyes staring curiously at the screen, her two little hands obediently placed on her knees.

Three minutes later—

"what!"

With a short scream, Shadow Mountain Dream sprang up, flapped its wings, and flew to the other end of the room.

"Waaah..."

Chengyi also let out a soft whimper, her small body trembled suddenly, her wings flapped, and she flew directly onto Xia Tong's head, her two little hands tightly gripping his hair, her whole body lying there trembling slightly.

Ok?

At this moment, Xia Tong stopped injecting magic into the painting.

He felt the slight tremor on his shoulder and the small, trembling "weight" above his head. Curious, he turned his head to look at the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old who was still floating next to the tablet.

And the expression on the face of the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old at this moment was also quite interesting—

Her wings froze in mid-air, her wine-red eyes wide open, clearly quite frightened.

But after noticing Xia Tong's gaze, she immediately adjusted her expression and gave a "what's there to be afraid of?" smile.

"What's wrong?"

She casually smoothed her hair, trying to appear calm. "They're timid, but I'm not..."

Before the words were finished, another piercing scream came from the tablet.

The Ninth Prince of Shadows visibly trembled. "...I was startled."

"What's going on, Your Excellency?"

Xia Tong's voice rang out in the quiet room, tinged with a hint of helplessness.