Archives: La Hens's written records
Hi, I'm La Hens, a student with a passion for baking magic. At Sweetland School of Culinary Wizardry in Culinaryburg, I've had five fulfilling, wonder-filled years. This school is not only a traditional cooking school but more like a magic kingdom, full of all kinds of strange magic and delicious dishes.
I'm just an ordinary student who spends every day figuring out how to improve my magic and create amazing desserts. However, a chance opportunity changed the course of my life and set me on a path full of adventure and creativity. Just as the school celebration was approaching, I decided to propose an ambitious project, one that would showcase my baking skills. I wanted to build a huge gingerbread house, bigger than a castle, to be the focal point and unique place for the ball. As soon as the idea was proposed, it ignited the passion of the whole school. I did a lot of research and planning before I started my project. I studied various baking techniques and magic recipes in depth and tried to push my limits. I also shared my ideas with other students and professors and got a lot of valuable advice and support, especially Professor Gertrude, who gave me a lot of advice on how to make the house more stable, what magic can be used to make the magic more concentrated on the building, and I listened to a lot of advice. Professor Gertrude has a big beard, has scholar's glasses, always carrying magic books around the school, everyone is quite like him, all call him mysterious Gertrude. The whole school became enthusiastic about the project and it became a collective creation with everyone working together. Gingerbread house designs grew larger and more complex, incorporating various magical elements and features. I decided to give the gingerbread house a charming aroma that would give everyone who came to the ball a unique magical atmosphere. To achieve this, I experimented with many different spices and baking methods, eventually finding the perfect combination that fills the entire gingerbread house with an intoxicating scent.
It's all for the better here, and it feels like this gingerbread house will give me glory. Over time, however, I began to notice something strange. In baking workshops, sometimes a faint strange sound can be heard, as if some kind of magic is quietly working. Moreover, it has been reported that some students mysteriously receive unknown gifts after the workshop, which are filled with mysterious symbols and messages.
Curious about these phenomena, I began to investigate the secrets behind them. After some searching, I found that these strange phenomena were related to a magical legend in the school. Legend has it that deep within the Sweetland School of Culinary Wizardry campus is hidden a mysterious magical energy that selects and bestows upon certain students greater powers of baking magic. And I asked
However, one night, while we were trying to perform a special magical ritual, the gingerbread house suddenly underwent a drastic change. A dark force envelops the building, and the gingerbread house begins to twist and horrify. The frosting on the window cracked and gave off an evil breath as if some unknown power had been unleashed. We were horrified to discover that the gingerbread house was no longer a beautiful thing we had built, but had become a monster eroded by the forces of darkness. Its candy walls turned into sharp thorns, and its frosting roof turned into darkness. The whole building exudes an air of evil magic that makes people shudder. But soon that power was gone again and the destruction of the gingerbread House not only left us stunned, it made us realize that the magical plan behind it was far more dangerous than we had ever known. We began to wonder if all this was a trap, a rigged situation. Our enthusiasm and curiosity gave way to fear and wariness of the unknown. After the destruction of the gingerbread house, the school was thrown into chaos. The legendary magical powers become more unpredictable, and the students are panicked and confused. We strive to find answers, trying to reveal the hidden truth behind it. However, we discover a mysterious teacher, Gertrude. He disappeared as the one who guided us to use this mysterious power. And the clues he left behind led us into the forbidden depths of the school.
Through the school's secret passageway, we entered a forgotten basement. There we find an ancient cooking laboratory, filled with dusty books and sleeping magical instruments. The existence of this lab reveals a more complex history behind the school, which turns out that the founder was not just an ordinary cooking master, but also a fanatic who explored the unknown magic. Among them, on a cluttered table, we found an ancient manuscript detailing a powerful magic known as the "frosting art," which could manipulate desserts and give them unusual powers. However, this magic is not harmless, and it needs to be channeled properly or it can become uncontrollable. Professor Gertrude seems to want us to use our magic to build gingerbread houses to collect magic, to create a gingerbread man with a soul. To see once again his son who died in an accident while studying magic. We gradually uncover an even more horrifying secret, when Gertrude accidentally unleashes an ancient dark entity while attempting to master the "Frosting art." This entity lives in gingerbread houses, eager to control and corrupt everything. The destruction of the gingerbread house is not an accident, but an event created by this dark entity to gain greater power. But why this dark body disappeared, where it went, we do not know.
Archives: Gingerbread Baby's written records
I, a gingerbread man, was born infused with wonderful magic. For as long as I can remember, my father told me strange rules like not touching liquids or my body would melt. It's my only line of defense, and it's how I've always lived. I spent my childhood in this strange environment, where curiosity about the outside world was strictly forbidden by my father.
My father kept telling me I couldn't leave this place until my 10th birthday. My father taught me these days how to use magic to control my body. Speaking of my body, I grew up this way without growing up or shrinking, dropping the occasional cookie. I was created by him by magic, and it felt surreal. However, I did not doubt or yearn for the outside world, because I felt content and safe in this closed environment.
One day I saw my father on the table studying a piece of brown paper that said there was a legendary place called the Sweet Milk Fountain. It is hidden deep in the forest. Drinking the water from this fountain will give you a deeper understanding of cooking and baking and will also cleanse your mind. But whenever I tried to learn more, my father would rush to put things away and cover them up with some strange excuse. He said it was to help me deal with the dark monster inside me, which sounded ridiculous, but I didn't go into it.
Finally on my birthday when I was 10 years old, I was looking forward to my father's return, because tomorrow was my first day of school, but I didn't see my father after that. I spent the next few days in grief. Then a friend who claimed to be my father came and took me to the Sweetland Culinary Wizardry School in Culinaryburg. Then I learned that my friend was the principal of the school where my father had taught ten years earlier. I used my natural magic to gain a high reputation in school, and I had a group of friends. We formed a group called "Poison Team", although it said poison, we just named it. We focus on magical desserts and plants from fairy tales, such as the golden apple, the poison apple from Snow White, and Jack's Pea. We use our magic and our travels to recreate all of these species. While the team was at it, I was secretly investigating the milk fountain. I think it has something to do with my father's disappearance.
In my investigation of the Sweet milk fountain, I discovered more and more surprising facts. What was thought to be a legend gradually became real and fascinating before my eyes. It is said that the Sweet milk fountain is hidden in the deep forest near the school and is a mysterious and ancient place. This legend lingers at Sweetland Culinary Wizardry School as if it were a fascinating magical story. To find the exact location of the fountain, I conducted a series of expeditions with members of the poison team. We walked through the forest, searching for the legendary signs. As time goes on, we discover more and more traces of magic, as if leading us to this mysterious place.
Despite our long investigation and inspection of the Sweet Milk Fountain, we were never able to find the exact location. There are several reasons why our efforts have not yielded the desired results. The environment deep in the forest is extremely complex and full of various mystical and magical elements. This caused our team to face a variety of obstacles in their search for the fountain, from magical traces to confusing illusions, making it difficult to trace the exact location of the fountain. This may also explain why past investigations have not yielded conclusive findings.
We believe that the sweet milk fountain may be an extremely secret magical existence that only reveals itself under certain conditions. Our team's expedition may have failed to meet these specific conditions, preventing us from seeing this mysterious place for ourselves. Finally, the sweet milk fountain may also be affected by some protective mechanism or magical barrier that prevents us from directly touching it. This prevented us from getting close to this mysterious place in the forest's depths.
Although our efforts may have failed to locate the exact location of the Sweet milk fountain, that does not diminish our curiosity and desire for this ancient legend. Perhaps, future expeditions and research will still reveal the mystery of this mysterious place and give us a deeper understanding of the secrets of the Sweet milk fountain. I hid my research inside the Jack Bean in the hope that the right people would explore it. Writing here, I feel that my time is running out, and the evil force in my body seems to be unable to suppress I am just a gingerbread man, why such complicated things are happening in my body? I hope I can finish this before I lose my mind. I hope to see you again, my dear father.