The girl who was punished by the gods counterattacked and became the group's favorite

"Yeah." Syrio nodded eagerly. He brought back some small things from every place he went.

That way even the most annoying places become a little more interesting.

"These things all have their own characteristics, but I remember that this thing is almost available in the neighboring country. Did you run so far?" Tia was holding an extremely delicate shell in her hand. She had only seen such exquisite works of art in travel notes.

"When I saw this shell, I thought you would like it, so I bought it. Now it seems that my thought was right."

Sylio was particularly happy when he saw Tia's bright eyes. It was worth it that he stopped to buy this thing while being chased by that group of people.

Tia turned her head to look at the joy in Syrio's eyes, and for a moment she couldn't tell what she felt.

Since Syrio avoided talking about it, it was likely that during those difficult days, he actually thought about buying her something...

"What's wrong with you..." Sylio didn't hear Tia's response and was about to ask a question, but when he turned around, he saw Tia's sad eyes.

He didn't want to see such eyes.

"Tia, look at this doll. I made this doll this year."

Tia's attention was immediately drawn to these words, "Did you make all these dolls?"

"Well, at first I really liked the dolls in convenience stores. I thought they all looked like you, but then I realized that no matter how much they looked like you, they weren't you, so I went out and learned how to make dolls."

Syrio smiled and said that any thing that looked similar was just a fake, but his sun was unique!

In the original plot, will Syrio make dolls?

Tia tried to recall, but she had no memory of this part.

"They are all beautiful, thank you."

"I told you there's no need to say thank you between us." Syrio put the doll back in his hand. "If you like, I'll make one for you every year."

"Okay." Tia nodded. "Then consider it your birthday present to me. However, I haven't prepared anything for you."

"Your existence is already wonderful." Syrio blurted out subconsciously, and after seeing Tia's somewhat surprised eyes, he couldn't help but lower his head and blush.

It was the first time Tia was praised like this in public, and she felt a little embarrassed. Seeing that Sylio was also a little shy, she felt a little better.

Syrio was embarrassed for a while before he mustered up the courage to look at Tia. Seeing Tia looking at those things again, he felt that he was making a fuss out of nothing.

"If you like any of the things from these middle schools, I can ask someone to buy some for you."

"These things are enough. If there are more, my room won't be able to fit them all." Tia looked at the full box, feeling a little amused.

"Wouldn't it be nice to open a room and put your things there? Or should I buy a house just for you to put your things in?"

As Syrio spoke, he began to think about the possibility of this matter. "Which house do you like? What kind of decoration style do you prefer? Is it the same style as the previous house?"

"Ah, no need. I'll just ask them to make some minor changes to my dressing room." Tia waved her hand quickly as she saw that Syrio was really thinking about giving her the house.

"Shouldn't a girl's closet be filled with stuff? Where's the space? Could it be that your brother didn't buy you a lot of clothes?"

At the end of his words, Syrio deliberately covered his mouth and looked at Tia embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else. I was just surprised that Tia had so few clothes. If I had known earlier, I would have bought more clothes for her."

"It's okay. I have enough ordinary clothes. I haven't attended many banquets in recent years, and I only buy a few dresses every year, so I don't have too many clothes. And there was a lot of empty space in the cloakroom at that time, so it seems that there are not enough clothes."

In fact, Tia didn't have much idea about her own dressing room, because Tamara usually put the clothes together and gave them to her.

She only occasionally has her own ideas about matching and puts forward some novel suggestions, and then changes some accessories.

It was not until her last time attending a banquet that Tamara had something to deal with and arranged for other maids to come and serve her. It was only then that she walked into her spacious shower room for the first time and realized how many things she had.

It turned out that poverty had limited her imagination of the dressing room before!

"Okay, but if I see clothes I like, I will still buy them for Tia." Sylio felt bad hearing Tia say that, so he insisted on his own opinion.

He even thought that if he gave Tia a few more gifts, he might have the opportunity and excuse to give her a small house.

Tia did not refuse and accepted the promise generously.

"Okay, but I didn't expect you to give me a gift so suddenly this time. I will choose a suitable gift for you later."

"Tia, if you have something you want to give me, or if you see something that suits me, you can give it to me. If you absolutely must buy me a gift, it's better not to."

Syrio didn't like this exchange-like way of getting along, he just wanted to be better to Tia, and she would be able to accept his kindness with peace of mind.

Seeing that Tia didn't reply immediately, Syrio wondered if his tone was too serious, and quickly tried to make amends: "But as long as it's a gift from you, I like it."

"Okay, since you said so, I'll wait until I find something suitable before giving it to you." Tia didn't want to just give Syrio a gift to get rid of it, but since Syrio said so, it meant that he was not in a hurry, so she could take her time to choose.

"Ok."

Next time Tia sees something, she will first think about whether this thing is suitable for her.

When Syrio thought of this, he felt happier. "Then you should keep these things for now!"

Tia felt that since she hadn't seen Syrio for a while, she didn't quite understand his thinking.

"Okay." Although she didn't understand, she still did as she was told and put everything away.

It was noon and Tamara came to urge the two of them to go eat.

Joel was late because he was writing a report.

"Joel, is it difficult to write the report?" Syrio's sudden question caught Joel off guard.

He shook his head subconsciously. It was just that the report had a certain format, and it was a bit troublesome to write it according to the format.