Reincarnation Band Magician

Miss Xiangzi sobbed softly.

Her bangs were slightly wet and pushed to the sides, revealing her smooth forehead, which gave her a youthful look different from usual.

Unfortunately, he was eroded by illness.

Her complexion was a little lighter than usual when she was drunk, more pink and even, as if it had been painted on with hands, spread evenly and carefully, reminding Qing of the classic peach coloring in animation.

"Hmm..."

Fulilian on the right also snorted.

The elf's skin is fairer, so it is more obvious, and the lovely pink color seems to flow down.

What was more special than usual was that even her ears had turned pink, drooping slightly and listlessly, like a sleeping rabbit or a sleepy cat.

But no one was in the mood to appreciate it. Everyone was fighting the soreness in their nose and throat, loss of appetite, and general weakness.

Probably the symptoms of a cold - the description of this disease in the other world, Qinghe Xiangzi understood it as a cold.

I thought I'd become stronger and avoid these minor illnesses, but have the germs from the other world also become more advanced? This is an opponent I can't underestimate.

Qing, who was relatively sober, wondered why things turned out like this.

Recalling yesterday morning, he had been wrapped tightly in the quilt, but someone—he glanced at Fulilian—kicked the quilt off.

Mr. Nagasaki, who was originally diligent, became corrupted and lazy under the gentle embrace of the two ladies.

Every time he wanted to move to pull up the quilt, the little feet on his legs would sway, and the girl next to him would breathe heavily, and he couldn't let go.

The person who stepped on the brakes was gone. A morning nap turned into a deep sleep. I was half asleep and half awake when I felt someone kicking me and silk fabric brushing against my face.

Who is it?

He glanced at Fulilian again.

The fire warms my chest, but the wind makes my back cold.

The alternating cold and hot weather, and the sneak attacks of the ubiquitous humidity, have made it look like this.

"I feel a little better..."

Qing at least still had the strength to move, so he stood up, put on his coat and socks.

"I'm going out to buy medicine. It'll take about half an hour to go there and back. Is there anything you guys want to do now? Have a drink of water?"

"Hmm..." Fulilian whispered something.

Qing came closer.

Normally an ice elf, now it's like melting ice cream.

Judging from the color, it should taste like peach, apple, or cherry.

"..."

"I can't hear you, Flillian."

I didn't inherit the Holy Word D. Your voice is really too soft now, Fulilian-san.

The elf pointed to his throat, as if it hurt to speak.

“Then you wrote it.”

"No, it's more tiring to do it yourself."

She could speak again, although her voice was indeed very soft. Qing had to put her face very close, close enough to see the elf's green eyes and neat eyelashes, as if the wind was blowing on her face when she fluttered.

It is actually the hot air exhaled when speaking.

"..."

"Sorry," Qing realized he had been distracted, "Say it again."

Those eyes showed the meaning of "what troublesome" and "you are so stupid", and the elf repeated it.

"The mushrooms next to the icicle cherry are very therapeutic."

"Noted, I'll ask for the recipe."

"Then be careful when you go out...it's nothing."

Flillian's eyes moved to the side.

"Ask Xiang what's wrong."

What does this NPC sentence structure mean?

Adventurer Qing ended his conversation with Fulilian.

[The blue-haired girl next to him seems to have something to say...]

Come to [Toyokawa Shoko] and choose: [Dialogue].

You seem unwell.

【Would you like to drink?】

【I'm going out.】

"What's that look? Even if it's me... No, no one drinks when they're sick."

Ms. Toyokawa seemed to see the options in Qing's eyes as he was tempted to role-play.

Maybe this is the tacit understanding between them.

"Really, Qing can be childish like this sometimes, and I don't dislike that... ahem... I want a hot drink."

"I'm going to do it now?"

"No, I need to reduce my activities when I get home... and I need to take medicine, which will make my stomach bloated. I'll take it next time I read..."

At this moment of frailty, Miss Xiangzi's usually hard amber eyes melted, like honey and sugar soaked in tea.

"Keep warm when you go out. I trust Qing's constitution, but don't force yourself. That's all."

Ms. Toyokawa shyly pulled the quilt under her eyes, covering her nose.

But for some people, expressing emotions with their eyes is enough.

When you are sick, it feels like a certain disguise has been removed. When the young lady looks at Qing, it feels like her mood is written on her eyes.

Fortunately, there was something to cover her face. She took out her beloved gladiolus pattern mask from the back of the pillow and covered half of her face.

Close your eyes.

Qing didn't quite understand and thought she might be dizzy, so he came over to help her take it off.

"Don't wear it now. I'm going out. You guys...be careful. And...there's nothing else."

After all, it's just a cold.

Qing felt that she might be too nervous and couldn't treat them as children.

Whether it is Xiang or Fulilian, they are adults and can take care of themselves, and their habit of taking care of others has come back again.

I put on my clothes carefully in front of the entrance, looked around, but couldn't find my scarf.

It seemed that last time Fulilian went out, she was too lazy to tiptoe to get her own scarf, so she took his slightly longer and hanging scarf and used it. After she came back, she probably threw it directly into the room.

Qing looked down at the boots he had already put on. The movement of bending over made his head shake, and he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.

I don't want to go back and get it.

Out of a small irrational desire for revenge, he took off Fulilian's scarf.

After wrapping her neck and half of her face, there was no smell in her breath. Maybe Fulilian hadn't gone out in the past few days, or maybe elves themselves had no smell.

What could it be, mushroom flavor?

Finally, it is also possible that he has a cold and his nose is blocked.

Whatever, it was used anyway.

Qing put on his coat, pushed the door open and walked out.

……

It was still snowing on the street and there were few pedestrians. The damp and cold feeling seeped into my clothes through every gap.

The temperature is much warmer than that of the northern plateau, which means that the snow cannot be piled up in a short time. The ground is wet and the mixture of ice and snow will splash if you are not careful.

Qing stepped carefully on the clean snow. The harbor in the distance had not yet frozen. The trading cargo ships were busy with their final days, and from time to time, a long sound similar to a whistle could be heard.

It seems that in this magical world, there are similar things used for communication and expression during navigation, which makes Qing miss them a little.

Relying on the physique of a warrior, I arrived at the potion shop and felt a sense of "thawing" as soon as I walked in.

It was so warm that even the somewhat bitter smell of the medicine seemed familiar.

"Ahem... the medicine for the cold needs to be made from icicle cherry mushrooms."

"Oh, you're quite skilled. This works well, but it's very bitter. Do you want something sweet to go with it?"

"Medicine?"

"Fruit-flavored candy."

I don't know why the potion shop sells this, but since it tastes good, I bought it.

The impression of this city has increased.

The harbor, the damp, cold wind, the bitter and sweet smell of medicine.

Qing tightened her blue scarf, pushed the door open and walked into the snowy street.

Golden Journey: 192, Different Times and Different Worlds

Take medicine and feed sugar.

Fulilian's reaction made Qing feel as if he had a daughter.

However, drawing on her experience in dealing with dementia, she was quickly coaxed into drinking the medicine with a frown.

Miss Toyokawa's side was much smoother.

"Qing, don't forget yourself... Ugh... It's so painful!"

Xiangzi pinched his nose and drank the last bowl. The bitterness made him sober up. This suggestion might not only be out of concern, but also out of a desire to see her expression.

Realizing this, Qing put on a stern face and drank the last bowl of medicine.

[It's so bitter! I'm turning into a bitter melon.]

It felt like an assault on the taste buds, and the bowl was so big that even if you drank it all in one gulp, the remaining taste would still torture your palate.

This bowl of medicine strengthened my resolve to take care of my health and keep warm after the Qing Dynasty.

Definitely don't have the same experience here again.

But I have to say, the effect is still very good, and I feel refreshed immediately.

"It's bitter, isn't it?"

Out of tacit understanding, Qing's brief silence was observed by Xiangzi. The eldest lady smiled a little sickly, "Qing is trying to be brave again, so boys are really."

"We are all adults, Xiang."

"Hmm... I often forget this, but I've also heard the saying 'Men remain young until they die'. It seems to be true now. Here, here's some candy."

She grabbed a piece and handed it over.

Qing accepted it and put it in his mouth.

"The medicine will be more effective after a good night's sleep," Fulilian patted the empty quilt beside her, looking sleepy. "Don't waste it."

So after a simple cleaning, it shrank back in.

It’s so warm and fragrant, with a light woody scent… huh?

The quilt was not his either, it belonged to Fulilian.

"Why are you using my quilt?"

"It's more fragrant."

"If you like the smell, I have a few bottles of aromatherapy."