Reincarnation Band Magician

Although she was a little shy, she was more curious.

In the past few days, because of the bandages, bedding and other cloths covering it, Miss Xiangzi was not able to see it to her full potential. She only brushed it lightly with her fingertips occasionally, pretending to be casual but her mind was drifting away.

Nagasaki has only exposed her body in front of her family since she was a child, and she feels embarrassed at this moment.

The considerate Xiangzi took a quick look and touched the wound, confirming that it had healed and there was not even a scar left, and began to dress Qing.

Today was the Earl's invitation, so formal attire was required. After I reported the size, the tailor used magic to speed up the process and it was completed on time today.

Ms. Toyokawa's aesthetic is trustworthy.

She and Fulilian also needed to change clothes.

Is it finally time to put what I learned from Aite to use?

"Flillian, there are yours too."

"Ah? No, that kind of clothes is uncomfortable."

The elf wore it a few times, and was told that it was not very convenient for eating, and it would be choking if she ate too much. It was a way for stingy humans to prevent her from eating too much, which was very hateful.

"No, Fulilian is a hero too. She has to come with us."

Xiangzi opened the suitcase beside him and unfolded two smooth dresses.

Expensive fabrics and exquisite designs are "unusual" things that adventurers would not normally come into contact with.

The elf knew that he couldn't refuse, so he exposed his <('??`)> after a long time, accepted his fate, sighed, and began to take off his clothes.

The magician's platinum robe slipped off.

"Lady Flillian!"

Before Xiangzi could exclaim, Qing quickly walked out with his back to the door, but turned the doorknob twice.

The dazzling white of the back made Qing a little dazed.

As I walked out the door, I saw the priest adjusting his scarf.

"You have to go too."

"What do you mean 'you have to go too'? I put in a lot of effort, okay?"

"I'm sorry, I've heard the nuns scold you so much these past few days that I subconsciously think you're a pervert, a lazy bum, or someone who got in through the backdoor."

"Hey hey——"

The priest wanted to refute, but found that there was no way.

Not far away, a nun passed by, took a look over here, and walked over.

The priest prepared himself to be scolded.

[I don't know whether it's smoking, drinking, arguing with drunkards, or...]

I couldn't think of what it was for a moment.

"Master Father——"

"sorry!"

"The position of your scarf now is for funerals. This is how it should be for banquets."

The nun raised her hand and deftly adjusted it for him.

"Please don't be rude."

"Ah, thanks."

The solemn nun walked away.

The priest silently changed his scarf back.

There is indeed a funeral today.

"I think the ladies will have to wait a while. Do you want to continue your magic lecture for two hours?"

"No, let them imagine the rest. It won't take that long, will it?"

"Qing, you don't understand ladies," the priest said, biting into a cigarette. "Doing your hair is quite time-consuming, and then there's makeup. If you're serious about it, it might take two hours."

"The hair is fine. I think it's pretty fast."

"You comb your hair?"

"I take care of both Xiang and Fulilian."

"Uh……"

The priest was in awe.

Sure enough, after a while, the two ladies put on their clothes and asked Qing to help them with their hair.

……

The magnificent carriage sent by the Count slowly moved along the street.

The person who was supposed to sit on it slowly followed.

Along the way, the four people continued to receive hugs, thanks and flowers.

Had to put it in the car twice.

Names were called with a humbling enthusiasm.

The priest raised his hand from time to time to greet the familiar faces on both sides, but he only received rolled eyes, ridicule, and a substitute for flowers - cauliflower.

"Huh, you're really enthusiastic. Do you feel any pressure?"

"Yeah," Qing said, controlling his voice so his teammates could hear him. "Although it's not as 'enthusiastic' as yours, we can still feel it."

"Hahaha, pressure is a good thing," the priest smiled. "This pressure helps me do better. Isn't it the same for you?"

"Ah."

Qinghe Xiangzi nodded.

Four years...

Continue to study and train, and then they will come here again. This time, they will not need such gambling tactics to deal with Aura.

But more important than thinking about the future is the present, the people cheering at this moment.

Afterwards, a funeral to comfort the warriors' souls.

Also, after the banquet, they will rest for a day before embarking on a new journey the day after tomorrow.

Golden Journey: 153, Feast

Wine was poured on the graves of the victims.

Wearing the garnet coat of arms, the earl prayed for the dead in front of the clearing.

"Tombstones" were the weapons they used in the past, while some only had wine jugs and branches.

The weapons were so damaged that they had to be melted down and recast, recording past battles, and those that were still usable were not something they were willing to waste.

Every soldier has this awareness.

The atmosphere was not very serious. Some people were drinking in front of the tomb, and some were chatting.

"How lucky! Looks like I won't have to contend with your dead body."

"It was incredibly difficult to get your head back. It was disgusting. Remember to buy me a drink when you get down there."

"Isn't drinking allowed in the goddess' heaven?"

"Isn't that worse than death?"

"You thought you weren't dead?"

"I still think that the goddess is so great that she wouldn't mind fulfilling these small requests of her believers."

Something like this.

Several people here are performing the ritual of prayer.

Qing looked at the empty ground that had just been dug.

"My Lord Earl, can we grow something here?"

"Well, the seeds of the flowers and plants have been sown, but it will take at least next month..."

"Then I'll do it."

Qing took out his staff and cast a magic spell to create a blooming flower field.

It is the green grass with small yellow flowers that can be seen on the roadside in the north. During the rare warm season, adventurers will lie on it to bask in the sun and sleep.

When they were in the forest by the sea, they had a picnic on such a grass.

"This is the first time I've felt that magic is such a convenient thing." The Earl knelt down and stroked the grass. "I can sleep well now."

……

This was followed by a casual celebratory banquet.

In fact, the only ones wearing formal clothes were Qing, the priest, and a few soldiers who looked reserved. The others said that it was inconvenient to drink in such clothes, and they were expensive and difficult to wash if they got dirty.

It seems that they are preparing to be portrayed as heroes, so they are dressed more seriously.

It sounds like they just repelled Aula, but that was already the top of the demon clan. They were the most warlike among the Qibengxianli, and their collective combat power was among the best. They won them at least five years of peace.

The significance was no less than a great victory in a war—and it happened in the territory of Gulanat, with whom she had many blood feuds.

This is a feat worthy of being engraved on a tombstone.

Qingyi said it was not the time to refuse.

"Next time, I'll bring back something else."

"clear……"

The Count patted him on the shoulder.

"If it were you, I believe that day would come.

"Then let's enjoy the delicious food and wine. I've heard that outstanding warriors have a corresponding appetite and drinking capacity. Let me see it."

"I am a magician, Lord Count, but as for my drinking capacity..."

The soldiers over there were holding their wine glasses, ready to fight to the death in the bar.

"--Ms. Xiangzi, isn't this a bit..."

"No problem, go ahead, it's more convenient this way."

The blue-haired lady in a black and red dress stood proudly in front of Qing, with a servant holding two barrels of beer beside her.

"Now is the time to drink heartily. Everyone at this banquet should share in the joy of this moment. Before the evening comes, I would also like to have a few drinks with you all."

Using magic to cut open the wine barrel, Xiangzi generously scooped a cup directly, "Without further ado, I'll drink it first."

The waiter put another bucket here.

"Come!"

The soldiers cheered for her straightforwardness and followed suit with a drink.

The Earl beside him sighed, "He's really letting go. This kind of drinking magic is the first time I've seen it."

What does it mean to “let go”?

Qing was confused.

He didn't hold the wine barrel to drink, it seems that Xiang really cares about his image today.

The atmosphere there was very lively. Everyone just wanted to drink, and it didn't matter who they drank with. Girls were indeed rarer, which made people curious about her alcohol tolerance.

The warriors, extremely confident in their well-trained physiques, gladly accepted the challenge.

They will soon realize the gap in "talent".