Pretty Sister

Jon was depressed, thinking left and right, unable to sleep most of the night. But what could a night of reckoning accomplish when seven years of pondering had failed to produce a solution? The only result, though, was that the next day he overslept and woke up late.

When he woke up, he felt dizzy, as if there were some signs of a slight fever. Looking out the window, the artificial sun of Ghost Town had turned from bright red to incandescent, it must have been around ten o'clock in the morning.

Jon climbed out of bed and walked to the living room to find his sister, Shankar, busy, sorting through the spell materials gathered yesterday.

The peas needed to be ground into powder, the saffron needed to be dried, the licorice root needed to be sliced, and a couple of spiders were caught yesterday that needed to be kept in jars and rendered useless if they died - as casting the Spiderwalker spell required that the caster swallow a living spider.

As for the unlucky Shadow Ring Snake, it had already been disemboweled, the snake's letter was put away and wrapped in paper, the snake's skin was carefully peeled off, and the snake meat was put into the kitchen to be prepared for the evening soup.

Jon's family is to open a spell material store, this business is similar to opening a traditional Chinese medicine store, a whole lot of strange things, need to be sorted into categories, and put into a small drawer, and customers come to the door when they take out and weigh and sell. Jon and his sister, often help their parents do this work of organizing and categorizing.

Jon does not dislike this work, although a little complicated, but he is not preparing to be a wizard, in advance to familiarize himself with some of the materials for casting spells, which is also a good thing. But then again, it's just a small store, selling a total of dozens of things, rarely any new goods, back and forth every day, and has long been familiar with it. So at first, the enthusiasm was still high, but gradually it also got lazy.

"Up?" Shankar was busy and heard Jon's footsteps, "Breakfast is on the table."

"Where's mom and dad?" Jon asked curiously.

"They went shopping," Shankar said, "10th wedding anniversary oh."

It was rather strange for Jon to look at Shankar's face full of happiness.

"Why are you so happy on their anniversary?"

"This, just feeling happy."

Jon shrugged, speechless. Girls seemed to take these anniversaries extraordinarily seriously; his second girlfriend, in his last life, had done so by asking him, "What month was the day we first met." Jon couldn't answer, so she broke up with him, saying, "If you can't even remember the day we first met, you don't care about the relationship at all."

Jon thought that he still cared about the relationship - but since his girlfriend said that, he had to break up.

Putting aside these boring thoughts, Jon started to deal with breakfast. Of course, simply eating breakfast is too boring, life needs to be fun - if there is no fun, you have to find your own fun.

Jon sipped his milk while watching his sister, which was one of the few pleasures in his life nowadays.

Shankar and Jon were not siblings. According to his mother, Jon was originally her sister's son, not even half a month after he was born, both of his parents fell ill and died, so his mother brought him over for adoption and raised him as her own son. To count the time of birth, Jon and Shankar were born on the same morning, and can not distinguish between successive, but because Jon later came to this family, he had to be considered a younger brother.

This was all when they were just born, Jon had probably just traveled over during that time, and was so groggy all day long that he had no recollection of what was going on around him. Since his mother said so, of course, he listened to her. Anyway, he had no memory of his "real parents", and naturally, he couldn't talk about any feelings, and completely treated his current adoptive parents as if they were his real parents.

But then again. According to his mother's words, he and Shan Jia should be considered cousins, right? ...

"Sister, are you sure we're not twins?"

"Hmm? You don't have a fever, do you?"

"No, sis, look, we were born on the same morning, right ... And, don't you think we look alike?"

"There are many born on the same day, are they all twins?" Shankar's head was busy, "As for you saying we look alike ... Jon, I've always wondered about that, aren't you even ashamed of it?"

"Shame ... shame? Why should I be ashamed?"

"Because you're obviously a boy but you look like a girl, isn't that something to be ashamed of?"

"Where do I look like a girl!"

"I am a girl, right?"

"Right."

"We look alike, don't we?"

"... Right."

"Well isn't that right, I'm a girl and you look like me - of course, you just look like a girl."

The impeccable inference knocked Jon to the ground, dumbfounded. Even though he wanted to make a defense, he didn't know where to start for a moment.

To be honest, Jon and Shankar did look so much alike that those who didn't know the inside story would think they were twins. But it wasn't that Jon looked like a girl, it was the other way around, it was that Shankar looked rather English.

Shankar was beautiful, not even seven years old yet, but already an undoubted beauty, everyone said she would be a stunning beauty in the future, and Jon thought so too. But there were different kinds of beautiful women, there were charming ones, petite ones, cute ones, and gentle ones, and Shankar was the kind of girl who was gentle and good-natured, but with a hidden heroic spirit.

In fact, Jon likes her very much.

Frankly speaking: Jon loves his sister.

In this world, some people love their fathers, some people love their mothers, some people love lolitas, and some people love royalty, but Jon is a faithful supporter of sibling love. He was an only child in his last life and had no sister, but always wished for a beautiful sister.

In short, Jon just has a strong sister fetish.

Now well, time travel, other things are not quite as expected, only more a beautiful sister at this point, let him be very happy - well, in fact, not biological sister, but grew up together, and the brother and sister are no different. Of course, Jon is a sister fetish, but not a beast, a seven-year-old girl, that in any case can not get down - not to mention that he is now only seven years old, can not push each other are difficult to say it, know that the girl's development has always been earlier than the boys.

I'll just wait until I'm older, he thought wickedly.

Overall, Jon and Shankar got along well, and the siblings had a good relationship.

Because Jon is to retain the memory of the reincarnation, such as the spirit of an adult is confined in the body of a toddler, but also be careful, do not dare to reveal the slightest crack, otherwise it is inevitable to be taken as a freak to study, and not three days and two days, but a whole seven years, the hardship of the taste, only know.

The only time I can relax is when I'm alone with Shankar.

Shankar is a good sister, gentle, considerate, attentive, always smiling sweetly, smart and well-behaved, very pleasing to the eye, and never angry at her brother, no matter what Jon did wrong. She was also the only one who knew about Jon's dream of being a wizard.

The ghost town is a continuation of the legacy of the magical empire of Nethereal, and none of the residents of the town have ever taken the supreme honor of becoming a wizard. Jon's desire to become a wizard was not an unseemly thing, rather, it was called having ideals and aspirations. But he carries a travel identity, afraid of revealing the cracks, at that time do not know what unexpected consequences, will being caught in the laboratory by the wizard as a guinea pig, can not help but be extra cautious. He also knows that with this kind of family situation, his parents find it impossible to send him to the school of wizards, so he doesn't bother to mention it to his parents.

However, he spent the whole day with Shankar, and by chance, he would always reveal a little bit of his mouth.

"You want to be a wizard?" Shankar asked once.

"Uh-huh."

Since Shankar knew, Jon naturally didn't have to hide it, it wasn't a big deal anyway, who doesn't dream of being a wizard?

"I'm afraid it's hard to be a wizard," Shankar said.

"Well, I know, just think about it."

"It's not impossible," Shankar said, "There's always been that expression ... 'The Decider', you've heard of it. "

Yes, the Decider.

"The Decider is a legend, and Jon naturally knows the legend, everyone in Ghost Town knows it.

Legend has it that in Ghost Town, there is a hidden "Decider" who quietly watches everyone in the shadows, especially children and teenagers. If he finds a person with high arcane talent, he will take him away for strict and perfect sorcerer training, no need to enter a sorcerer school, and naturally no need to pay any tuition fees, so it can be said to be a step to heaven.

No one knows the true identity of this "Decider", some say he is a Grand Auror - Grand Auror is the honorific title for top-level Grand Sorcerers in the Nether Empire, some say he is one of the twelve princes of the Lord of Ghost Town, and some say he is the Vice Lord of Ghost Town, His Excellency Hodjehana. City Lord, His Excellency Hodjehana, and others said that he was the Ghost Town Lord Terramante himself, and there were many different opinions.

Anyway, there is such a legend.

But it was only a legend, at least Jon had never really seen or heard of anyone he knew around him being taken by the Decider. When he asked his parents, they couldn't tell him but only knew that the legend had been passed down from generation to generation.

Not to mention the fact that Jon didn't think he had the "high arcane talent" to be recognized by the Decider. Even if he did, he couldn't possibly put his hopes on such a vague legend.

Shankar also knew that this kind of hope was too remote, and never mentioned it again. Jon had also once asked Shankar about her dreams, but Shankar just smiled and said, "I just hope to live happily ever after."

"And what is a happy day." Jon pressed.

Shankar shook her head, "That I don't know anymore. I don't know now, but I should know in the future."

Being born in a place like Ghost Town and a small merchant family, it was indeed better not to have too high expectations for the future.

But Jon wasn't willing to do that.

Breakfast was hearty, Jon was a bit stuffed, half lying on the sofa to rest, while watching Shankar being busy. He wasn't a hard worker, and since his mom and dad were out of the house and the weather was so nice, he was just going to sleep in or go out to play, not even thinking of being a good boy and working on his own accord.

His pretty sister, however, was a hard worker, as Shankar always was.

"Saffron put it in cabinet seventeen ..."

"Agave, put in cabinet thirty-one ..."

She recited softly as she placed those ingredients into the appropriate cabinets. Jon, on the other hand, was lazily lying on the sofa unwilling to move, watching the powdered little girl busying herself non-stop while fantasizing about how beautiful and touching she would be when she grew up. The near midday sunlight filtered in through the window, shining warmly on his body.

It seemed that life was beautiful.

Then someone rushed in and interrupted Jon's beautiful life.