Reincarnation Band Magician

I felt the condition of my body. My strength hadn't changed, but the flow of magic power was very slow, as if there was deep-sea pressure around me. I could probably only use some magic that affected myself.

Qing tried using Nightingale. The crystal that could cover something in an instant took a minute to cover only one finger. After he stopped trying, the crystal evaporated quickly.

This is the limitation that the goddess mentioned.

In fact, the constraints are not very great, and Qing can still do a lot of things.

It depends on whether you want to do it or not.

Qing immediately covered the wound with crystal. The rainwater in Tokyo is very dirty, and you can't drink it while walking with your mouth open - the same is not possible in the other world. Fulilian, who told him that he could do this, was picked up by Xiangzi to give him a lecture.

In short, it is best not to touch the wound.

He felt his pockets; they were empty.

Naturally, there was nothing before fighting the demons... huh?

There was an extra bottle in his right pocket. Qing thought about it and it seemed that Fulilian had thrown it over when she was packing her suitcase.

It was a small bottle of wine with exquisite packaging. He didn't know what it was. He could only tell the difference between beer, liquor and wine.

Once you find a place to shelter from the rain, apply this to the wound.

"I forgot to ask the goddess..."

Before he left, Lady Aqua used his money to order a set meal at Mudanlou. The change that survived the car accident should have been 37200 yen left, at least enough to find a place to rest.

It seems like this is a brand new world, but he has nothing. Does that mean he has to work during his rest time?

Without any documents, there are not many jobs available.

What should I do at this time?

Qing thought about it for a moment.

Decided to find some underlying logic for withdrawals.

Maybe I can get some points.

Speaking of which, do the bad guys in this world get extra points?

Qing's thinking has been trained to be very flexible in the other world. Thinking about the 80 points that are still of the highest value, he wondered if he could get enough points in half a month. Where would he see his mother?

There is a very simple way, which is to take a bus from here to the southern end of Chiyoda, between Sakurada Gate and Toranomon, and dart all the way there. The points will definitely be enough.

Well, that's a bit too extreme.

Now, let's take a look and see if anyone is giving a street speech...

A strange noise came from the alley, making Qing think he had encountered underlying logic, and his hands subconsciously pressed on the sword.

Then I let go and told myself to think, to stay calm, and not to be controlled by instinct.

Killing is very troublesome in modern society, and Qing doesn't want to waste his rare holiday here.

At most, my hands and feet will be broken.

He pushed the sword back.

"Oh... wine..."

She is a petite woman.

She walked in slippers, wet, and it didn't matter whether she held an umbrella or not. She blocked the rain in the opposite direction.

Holding an empty cardboard box in his hand, he walked under the light and saw the words "Demon Slayer Wine" written on it.

He is an alcoholic like Xiaoxiang, and Qing's intuition tells him that he is not a bad person.

Moreover, if the swaying continues in this weather, you will end up dead on the roadside.

Qing walked forward and prepared to support her.

The other person either had a fever from being drenched or was drunk, and he bumped into Qing's arms. Qing grabbed the umbrella and opened it.

"My intuition...the wine is here!"

Good intuition.

She raised the bottle of wine that she was going to use to wash the wound, and then stuffed a handful of change into his pocket, which amounted to about one or two thousand yen.

"Thank you."

Even remember to be polite.

Is there no middleman making a profit from the price difference?

I clearly remember that Xiangzi only bought good wine, which was individually packaged and cost no less than five silver coins, which meant at least 50 loaves of bread. Ignoring the price differences caused by production levels, the cheapest loaves of bread would cost more than 10,000 yen in total.

"Miss, please add some."

"Ah... then I don't want it."

"Give it back."

"Anything else?"

"No."

She seemed very anxious. "How about I use other things to pay for it, like this 'Super Ultimate Shuten-doji EX'... Eh? Where are my things?"

She spun around the room in a trance, and after one circle she leaned against Qing again.

"I forgot, hehehe... Bro, how about I sing a song for you? La la..."

Qing retracted all his previous doubts about Xiangzi being a drunkard.

I saw the real thing.

I feel like if I don't care, this guy will die in the rain. Is there no one watching her?

But this song seems to be of a really good quality.

Are there so many people playing music in Shimokitazawa?

After a brief thought, Qing came up with a new idea: wine - money - accommodation -> wine - accommodation.

It would be better to go directly to this person's house, once again without the middleman making a profit, and I can also take care of her by the way.

When you get there, just say that this bottle of wine is very expensive and you need to pay for it.

"Miss, can I take a shower at your house? Consider this wine as accommodation fee."

"Wash... Yes, yes! I'll take you there."

She held Qing's hand and walked to the intersection of Shimokitazawa.

"Puha... Great! I can even tell the difference, great wine! Would you like a sip, bro? What's your name?"

She raised the bottle mouth to hit Qing's face, Qing was helpless.

"Just call me Nagasaki."

"Hiroi... Hiroi Kikuri! Sick hack, come on! Next up is our..."

It's too rock and roll. People say that the band smokes, drinks and plays with women. If this guy can't do anything else, does he have to drink three times as much?

"Nagasaki! Do you know the three ways to play the bass?"

“Greek milk.”

"They are using their hands, feet, and teeth..."

"I've seen hands and teeth, but I've never heard of feet."

"It will happen sooner or later. So many people like it online."

"I don't think what I like is playing..."

This girl wasn't that annoying. She was noisy and her words were incoherent, but she had a theme. She didn't vomit or get drunk. For Qing, who liked to take care of others, she would help if she could and even let her stay for a few days.

He had no ID and couldn't go anywhere, so he was trying to blackmail the other party.

The narrow umbrella sheltered the two of them as they walked and stopped along the way, finally arriving at an old apartment complex.

Without any hesitation, he went upstairs. The familiar feeling made Qing breathe a sigh of relief. It was great that he didn't get lost because of drinking.

"here!"

"Well, if the Japanese we know is the same thing, this house number should be pronounced 'Ijichi' instead of 'Hiroi'."

"It's here."

The drunkard lay in Qing's arms and knocked on the door.

"Senior! Senior!"

"Noisy!"

After a while, the golden-haired cat with fierce eyes opened the door.

"Can't you calm down in this weather?!"

Was I actually deceived by a drunkard?

……

PS: This chapter is 5k long, I’m going to sleep when I’m tired.

A short break on the journey: 226, not a family break

A damp rainy night.

Because the store procedures have been completed and it is about to open, Miss Ijichi Xingge, who has been in a good mood recently, is enjoying dinner with her family.

"Today's Sukiyaki! Even though it's a ready-made sauce from the supermarket, it's still great, right? Applause, clap, clap!"

Lively sister manually dubbed.

"Well, whatever, let's get started--"

As soon as the elder sister picked up the chopsticks, she was held down by her younger sister. Her red eyes also looked very stressful at this time.

"Sister, have you even forgotten tradition? Here's what you're going to do."

The sister with a head of hair shaped like potato chips pushed over the bowl of beaten eggs, followed by sweet soy sauce.

"Okay," he turned back with a playful smile, "this way we can--"

"Ding dong~"

A polite ring of the doorbell.

The younger sister stood up to open the door, and the older sister reviewed her contribution to the meal.

The answer is zero.

So, in order to salvage her ratings, she said, "I'll go. It might be the NHK cashier or something. The weather is so bad, you can't be like this."

Compared to her younger sister, the elder sister looks completely bad, that is, the "troublesome woman" that service providers least want to deal with.

My sister nodded in agreement, "Yes."

It seems that my sister has a certain understanding of her own conditions.

Putting down the bottle of "Good Boy" apple juice with water droplets that had been taken out of the refrigerator for a while, the adult woman with a fierce aura walked towards the door.

Before I even got there, I confirmed that the NHK cashier was not a dog-skin plaster, but he was not much better either.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Senior! Senior! I'm here to play with you!"

"And there's a new friend! His wine is amazing!"

"Puhahaha...so wet! Rainy days are so great!"

The already ferocious look in her eyes became even more ferocious. The blonde with red eyes opened the door and said, "Ah, Kamashi! You're still doing this on a rainy day?"

At this point, I paid for a bottle of expensive wine, worked as a rickshaw driver all the way, and my clothes were soaked by the wind and rain. I felt like I had been cheated.