Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

The elongated ending sound doesn't make sense.

Conan, who always felt that he was being fooled like a child again, curled his lips and became even more curious about the person over there.

really weird.

Isn't the title 'Ghost' the name of Brother Xianhe's deceased friend?

Or is it just that the code name of the person in front of me coincides with someone else's name?

The little detective, full of questions, was openly spying on the ghost's every move.

Sitting upright, eating elegantly, and seemingly taciturn?

Could it be that this 'ghost' is Brother Xianhe's business partner?

How did the other person eat the food so accurately when he was blindfolded?

He endured the ghost staring at him again and again, but in the end it became really uncomfortable.

Although that guy has the aura of being blessed by Yunyun...

But that's all.

The knuckles of the hand holding the dinner knife turned white from using too much force.

The ghost took a deep breath and slowly raised his head in the direction of Conan.

Were you seen?!

Although he couldn't see the other person's eyes, Conan subconsciously had this reaction.

It seemed as if some great terror was sealed under those strips of gauze.

Just the act of looking at each other sent chills down his spine.

As if he was satisfied with Conan's fright, the magician raised his lips and put on a wicked smile:

"Look again and I'll eat your eyes."

Kalen,

The fork pierced through the meatballs on the plate, and the tip of the fork hit the porcelain plate, making a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The ghost was 'looking' at Conan while crushing the meatballs on the plate into pieces, as if they were his eyeballs.

Conan felt a phantom pain in his eyes for no apparent reason: "?!"

Yun Xianhe on the side sighed slightly and reached out to cover Conan's eyes:

"It is very, very - very rude to keep peering into the eyes of a magician."

"S-Sorry!"

Conan, whose eyes were covered, realized that he had gone too far and quickly apologized.

Yun Xianhe nodded to the ghost and apologized.

He let go of Conan's hand only after he was sure that Conan was obedient.

The phantom pain disappeared, and the other party seemed to change his position in anger, completely leaving Conan's field of vision.

Conan felt that he was hated and sighed with lingering fear.

What a strange person...

Yun Xianhe on the side raised his hand and knocked on his head:

"If they really want to take your eyes, I won't care."

"Eh?! Ok, ok... I won't watch it anymore."

If you don’t want to let me watch it, then don’t let me watch it.

The obedient little detective ate the food in front of him in silence, analyzing quickly in his mind.

There should be no problem with the other person's eyes, but why cover them with gauze?

...Can a normal person see things after being blindfolded with gauze?

Or is that "gauze" actually some strange technological product?

The little detective over there is still fanciful.

The ghost finally finished his meal well without being disturbed.

The magician who was slowly savoring the dessert gained a preliminary understanding of this food from the ancient times without spiritual power.

Although the ingredients are very different from those in their world, the taste is still okay.

But the cake tastes a bit sweet.

Yunyun and her husband probably won’t like it, but Taiyang will definitely like it.

After eating the last bite of cake, the magician scanned the storage ring with his consciousness, turned his wrist, and took out an exquisite wallet.

He pulled out a banknote and looked at it from left to right.

Hmm - something new and interesting.

The currency in circulation in later generations was mainly minerals with magical marks.

On weekdays, it is more like a string of numbers displayed on the identity bracelet.

Using paper as currency is too luxurious.

If the elves sense this, they will definitely be angry, right?

'Elemental spiritual power affinity' is very important for magicians.

Thinking of this, the ghost put down the money in his hand uncomfortably and pushed it away from himself with one finger.

What a sin... This secret realm is such a sin...

Conan, who had quietly witnessed the other party's series of actions, rubbed his chin.

"Brother Xianhe, does your partner have the same mysophobia as you?"

The young detective muttered quietly.

Yun Xianhe on the side twitched his lips slightly and looked at the ghost with complicated eyes.

My Lord, please get well soon...

The stand-in robot sighed deeply in his heart, and said calmly:

"Children, please stop asking about adults' affairs."

"…Hey, I'm not a child anymore."

"Haihai, can you please ask little Conan, who is already a big boy, to concentrate on his meal? By the way, prying into the secrets of a magician will bring you a curse."

"ha,?"

Conan was stunned when he heard this sentence suddenly.

'Yun Xianhe' on the side forcibly straightened Conan's body and manually fed him two mouthfuls of food:

"Be good, if you don't want to have nightmares all day long."

"Um!"

The heartwarming (??) interaction between the two made Ghost take a second look.

He just took a look, then got up and left the restaurant without hesitation.

I walked around most of the city along the streets.

People who are curious about everything about ancient times stop and go along the way.

As night fell, we found the nearest park where we could camp.

In the middle of winter, no one would go out camping, which was a good opportunity for the magician.

The ghost chose an inconspicuous and hidden corner.

Take out the tent, canopy, portable stove, camping lamp from the storage ring...

After working for half an hour,

The man holding a hot water bottle in his arms sat lazily on the folding chair and let out a long sigh.

"It's really hard not to be able to use magic..."

The magician who has never left the spell since waking up always feels like he is in shackles.

Moreover, 'thanks' to not being allowed to use magic, he felt that his physical condition seemed to have declined significantly.

The kettle gurgled on the stove.

The faint tea fragrance rose with the white steam and was quickly blown away by the cold winter wind.

Smoke swirled around the young man's slightly curly hair.

It adds a touch of warmth to the original cool smell of cedar.

The ghost in the leeward place looked up at the starry sky, deducing his future fate.

"It is indeed a secret place. Even the starry sky is fake."

The ghost smacked his lips when he found that the hexagram could not show his position.

He immediately hunched his shoulders and hid himself in the blanket.

The magician, who felt his bones aching all the time due to the cold, had a blank expression on his face. Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and howled like a madman:

"What the hell is this place? It's freezing! Cough cough cough!"

No one responded to him in the empty campsite.

Only the creaking sound of branches trembling in the wind echoed.

The ghost, who was choked by the wind and coughed, frowned fiercely.

After calming down, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to the sky in a friendly gesture.

"No matter which great being left this secret realm behind, you just wait! When Yunyun comes to find me in 5 days, that will be the auspicious time for you to be crushed to dust! If you dare to touch the people around the hero, you are doomed, do you know that?"

Xiao Tiandao, who inexplicably felt that his death was imminent: [……]