Reincarnation Band Magician

Golden Journey: 190, An Ordinary Day

Whether we know it or not, we are all welcoming the future.

A month has passed since we arrived in this port city.

There was nothing worth mentioning in the trivial matters. Solitaire's gift was used for times like this. Several wealthy people bought a house in a remote suburb.

The original owner seemed to feel that this place was no longer safe, so he crossed the sea to Granz, preparing to take the money and live in the Central Kingdoms.

Qing vaguely remembered that a corrupt sage from the Great Demon Clan who created the killing magic seemed to be heading towards the central region. He suggested that the other party should not get too close to the border, but he wondered if the other party listened to him.

There were no signs of life in the house. After simply replacing the furniture and daily necessities, the three of them did not continue to tinker with it. After all, they would only live here for about two months.

……

The day of snowfall arrives.

Xiangzi lay beside the unfamiliar window, looking at the harbor in the distance.

“I haven’t been able to watch the snow at home this year.”

Even though we are used to traveling, at times like this, anyone who has a "home" will miss it.

On the same sofa, on the fluffy cushion, Elf was curled up in a small ball, wrapped in a blanket and reading a book. When he heard Xiangzi's words, he looked up.

"It's everywhere..."

I have been looking out the window for a month, but the scenery still seems unfamiliar.

They lived in this house, and the two ladies often walked into the wrong room when they were confused, thinking it was their home.

The calm mood was slightly rippled.

It seemed that it was indeed different. At this moment, the elf was actually thinking about what it would be like to stay in the wooden house.

She lowered her head and continued reading.

Ms. Fengchuan continued to reminisce, missing the woody aroma of the room, the beer cellar, and the different flavors of beer...

"What a shame, it's going to be wasted."

"No, I wrote to Haita and asked him to take it away and sell it, and donate the money to the orphanage."

Qing came over holding a quilt.

After hearing Xiangzi's words and considering the context, I easily understood what she was regretting.

"You two, I told you this morning to move the sofa closer to the fireplace so you don't catch a cold."

"Good~"

Xiangzi jumped down and cooperated actively, while Fulilian was reluctant to leave the newly warmed mat and walked down with regret.

Before coming, they heard that the snow here was not as exaggerated as that on the plateau.

But the damp cold brought by the humid water vapor taught them a hard lesson. At least, it was much colder than Tokyo.

Even if there is a fireplace in the room and it goes out late at night, when you wake up in the morning and touch the quilt, you will feel a layer of sad dampness.

I don't know how to live without magic.

"If you were to live in seclusion here, with Lady Flillian's lifestyle, you might have arthritis by now."

“That’s why I didn’t come here.”

The two ladies drew nearer to the fireplace, their eyes narrowed in amusement.

Qing took the opportunity to criticize them for being too lazy. They said that moving the sofa over here would make it warmer and more comfortable, but they just refused to move it, even though he himself was the same.

There are often things in life that we say we will do, but forget about them the moment we turn around.

The house has been inspected, the doors and windows are sealed, there are no leaks, and the housework has been taken care of.

In other words, now is the so-called "housewife leisure time" - a pleasant time when there is nothing to do and you can sit there without any worries, watching TV, browsing your phone, chatting, drinking tea, and so on until dinner time.

"warm……"

Fulilian raised her legs towards the fireplace. Even wearing pantyhose indoors could not retain the warmth, and her feet were icy cold. If she had changed into white stockings, it would have given people the feeling of roasting rice cakes.

Ms. Toyokawa was also wearing socks, but she didn't act disrespectfully like the elf. She just sat on the edge of the sofa with her legs wrapped in a blanket.

Qing sat in the middle holding the magic book, and then the two ladies leaned over at the same time.

Act as a three-dimensional support.

Magical power carried tea and snacks flying over, and misty hot steam rose.

"Sit up when you're drinking tea," Qing said, pouring the tea. "If you spill it on yourself again, I'll secretly open your window in the middle of the night."

"That kind of thing is too horrible."

Fleury shuddered.

If you do that, the quilt will be wet and cold in the middle of the night, which is super scary.

"So please sit up and have some tea."

Drink tea, snacks, read and chat.

The elf roasted his feet by the fire for a while, and the temperature of his feet remained at a moderate level. After roasting them for too long, he felt hot, and when he changed his position, other parts of his feet felt cold again.

This made her lose her focus.

Is there any place with full heating?

Yes, yes.

She turned and looked at Qing.

"please."

"what?"

Qing was puzzled when he saw Fulilian turn sideways and put her foot on his leg.

"Please warm me up. A warrior's physique is really helpful at this time."

The small, delicate feet stretch out, reminiscent of flowers in full bloom, the toes try to squeeze in, the arches fit against the legs to gain warmth, and the toes follow suit. The elastic fabric becomes translucent with the movement, revealing a layer of flesh color, showing that the elves' foot skin is whiter than that of ordinary people.

Fulilian then adjusted her posture and lay down comfortably, with her calves curled up and pressed against Qing's legs, and her thighs pressed against Qing's stomach.

Qing, who considers himself a warrior most of the time, also has the physique and vigorous blood that a warrior should have. In this kind of weather, he will not feel cold even when practicing sword in the yard.

"It's like a hot water bottle, clear, great."

It was as if he was soaking in hot water, and everything from his feet to his calves and thighs became warm. The elf pursed himself happily for a few seconds, adjusted his posture, and began to read.

Qing felt a little disgusted.

"When did you change your socks?"

"Good morning."

"That's okay."

"'That's okay'? Qing, are you just going to indulge her like that? She's not a child anymore."

Miss Xiangzi was also cold. She looked at her long legs and realized that she could never get as close to the elf as she did.

After getting caught in the rain, I want to take away other people’s umbrellas.

"If it's cold... you can sit a little closer, here."

Qing patted his side.

"It will be warmer."

"I……"

The cold is not a reason for the young lady to let down her reserve.

"it is good."

Friends are.

She moved closer, keeping her upper body at a distance and her legs close.

After a long time, if you feel your waist a little sore, just lean to the side a little bit, and then increase the distance after the pain is relieved.

Qing tilted his head and thought for a moment, then used magic to lift the blanket next to him and cover his upper body.

"It won't be too close this way, there's a blanket between us."

Qing felt that it was like a steak dipped in breadcrumbs, the two pieces could be separated instead of sticking together.

"I don't mean to be mean to Qing," Miss Xiangzi said quickly, "I'm just worried that you'll feel heavy if I lean over."

"Don't worry, even if you two sit on my shoulders, I won't feel heavy."

"Ok."

Miss Toyokawa slowly moved closer.

It’s at a distance where the hair will float over when you turn your head.

There is a sense of fulfillment, like an embrace.

[Is this... too close again? ]

Qing was too embarrassed to speak, so he silently switched hands to turn the pages of the book.

Fortunately, I have been practicing the flexibility of my left hand recently, so it doesn’t affect me.

……

Surrounded by warmth, I don’t know how much time has passed.

"Woo..."

A whimper.

Fulilian, who was looking up at a book, dozed off and the book fell on her face.

Fortunately, the spine of the book didn't hit her nose, otherwise it would have hurt so much that she would have cried.

Feeling sleepy.

Tea is useless, it doesn't refresh me at all.

Glancing to the side, I saw the two people on the sofa covered in blankets also seemed to be sleepy. They supported each other and leaned on each other's shoulders.

Looks like he's sleeping soundly.

Fulilian glanced over there and began to think.

Got it!

He used the book in his hand as a pillow under his head, carefully stretched out his warm legs, and fell to Xiangzi's side.

The numbness and soreness from curling up have eased and I feel much more comfortable.

Now that things have come to this, she is going to sleep.

……

PS: I’m very sorry for the humiliating situation.

Golden Journey: 191, Team Wipeout

The three magician siblings were wiped out!

Or grandparents?

In short, everyone caught a cold.

I just felt a little runny last night, and in the morning, except for Qing who was able to get up on her own, both ladies died in the battle with the bedding.

Now the three of them were lying on the big bed that had been moved to the living room. The flames in the fireplace prevented the dampness and cold from spreading, and the heat helped them feel a little more refreshed.

But I still don’t want to move or think. I have a severe headache and can’t sleep, so I just stare blankly with my eyes open or closed.

From left to right, Fulilian, Qing, and Xiangzi.

Each of them was covered with a separate quilt, and their cheeks were flushed, which was rare in normal times.

"Woo..."