Reincarnation Band Magician

Since it was a shop, there was no need to knock on the door. I pushed the door open and came in, and the welcoming bell rang crisply a few times.

I smelled alcohol as soon as I entered the door. The old magician, who I hadn't seen for a long time but was still in good spirits, was drinking with a dwarf sitting on a high stool.

There was no one in the blacksmith shop next door, so it seems the manager is here.

"Not much business lately! Drink, drink!"

The old magician glanced at the door and said, "The lack of business is a good thing. It means that fewer people are rushing into adventures. This place is peaceful... Hoo~"

This surprised reaction also made the dwarf look over, "Your grandson?"

"Did that bastard invite you for a drink when he got married last year?"

The dwarf slammed the table. "Oh oh oh... your son passed out from drinking that day?"

"You're almost drunk now."

The old magician stood up, with a mixture of nostalgia and joy. "It's been four years since we last met. I used to say that if you spend too much time with elves, you'll start to grow mushrooms. She looks like a little girl, and that lady is even more decadent than an old man like me."

When he said this, he had observed that Fulilian was not there, otherwise he would be held accountable for saying this.

I guess that lady wasn't so lively as to hide her magic to scare people.

Even the old magician was just a young child in front of the elves who had lived for a long time. He was in awe of Fulilian like a child looking at his grandmother.

Qing lifted a strand of hair from the side of her cheek. The last time she saw Fulilian, it was still this long.

In fact, we had only been apart for less than two months.

Just like how Xiaoxiang feels uncomfortable after not seeing him for a few days, Qing can't help but wonder if Fulilian, who hasn't seen him for two months, still sleeps until noon? Can she brush her hair, bathe, and change clothes on her own? Does she know not to run back to hide when it rains?

He suppressed these floating thoughts again.

Coming here, it is about a week away from the kingdom.

Qing nodded to the dwarf, sat down at the counter next to him, took off his sword and placed it across the table.

"I'm here. It's been quite an amazing journey. If I had been less lucky, this wouldn't be the place where we meet."

The old magician's expression made it clear that he wasn't the type to throw out a gimmick and start a joke. With a mixture of concern and curiosity, he asked, "Was it just as thrilling being with that person? Did you get hurt?"

Xiangzi answered: "A little, but it has recovered."

The old magician poured a glass of wine and handed it over.

She turned around first and saw Xiao Mo still looking at the magic equipment behind the counter. The eldest lady turned around silently, covered the wine glass, and picked it up.

It’s hard to refuse such kindness.

She took small sips.

Qing smiled and said, "So it's been an amazing trip. Look at this."

He pushed the golden fragment forward.

If Aura's hand was there, there would be more to talk about.

But it doesn’t matter if there is none, there are many more stories to tell this time.

"Can I see it?"

The dwarf next to them didn't know the names of these people yet, but they were already treating each other as friends, staring at the gold with curiosity.

After getting permission, he took it in his hands and studied it.

The old magician's experience and knowledge do not require such detailed explanations.

Just by releasing the magical perception, you can eliminate the essence of this thing from the blank feedback.

"Mahat of the Golden Country... incredible."

"Lets see."

Qing pushed the two swords forward, showing unusual liveliness.

Different people have different ways of interacting with each other. In front of an elder like the old wizard, just express yourself.

Xiangzi simply moistened his throat, suppressed the desire to continue drinking, rinsed his mouth with clean water beside him, and went to look at the goods with Xiao Mo.

Ladies always have a special passion for the store.

"Who is that?"

"Xiang's...sister."

"He seems to be a lively and smart child, not bad."

After praising him for a few words, the old magician drew out the Nightingale and the Swift and looked at a section of the sword.

Just like the dwarf next to him couldn't figure out how to look at it or smell it. The dwarf's knowledge and intuition told him that it was gold, so why wasn't it gold?

The old magician couldn't tell the level of these two swords, which made Qing's desire to show off freeze there.

He wasn't someone who was good at proactively explaining things like, "Actually, this is Yuki Nakajima's Java sparrow...", so he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

This is the specialty of the dwarf next to him.

He only took one look and his breathing became heavier with excitement.

"Can I see these two treasures?"

"Look, to be honest, I'm also planning to ask a blacksmith to do some maintenance on it."

Even though every time something is cut, it is covered with crystals, but there are times when the magic cannot take care of the crystals, or when the magic evaporates the crystals, so there is some natural wear and tear.

Swords are meant to be used.

"Am I really lucky enough to maintain them? Hiss—"

This is a bit...

Qing is like an average fan of the idol group meeting a fanatical fan, and they are at a loss for words.

"Is that okay? Maintenance shouldn't be particularly difficult?"

"Yep……"

The blacksmith pulled out the sword. Although he was still very nervous, he felt a little more calm. He was very professional. Even when facing these two swords, he was as excited as an electrician seeing a neatly arranged power supply box, but he was able to control himself with reason.

"It's really beautiful, both the material and the craftsmanship..."

He raised it again and tried, looking towards Qing.

"This sword doesn't quite fit your body. It would take another two years to grow."

"Well, it's an important gift from someone else."

Qing said reservedly.

"As for weapons, it's good enough to have them when we set out. It doesn't matter if they're the most suitable. I'm satisfied now."

Brave: 318, Quiet Time

Many times, the world is not gentle enough to wait for a person to be fully prepared before letting him set off.

So many times, the equipment will not be the most suitable or the best.

But it must be the most trusted.

The dwarf holding two swords is like a model maker seeing a collector's edition model. Not to mention touching it, just looking at it is refreshing, not to mention that now there is a chance to adjust the details.

Being able to repair such an excellent weapon would give me the makings of a sweet dream for the next few years.

But by then, there might be more things to talk about.

"I won't eat lunch!"

The dwarf blacksmith ran out holding his two swords.

"I'll go find some materials and have them ready for you by tonight!"

"There's no need to be so anxious..."

Qing hadn't finished speaking yet.

The old magician laughed and said, "Most dwarves are like that: tough, passionate, and very stubborn about the things they like.

"Qing, your story is too long. Let me tell it first. I'll keep it brief and there's not much to it."

"Life is like this. Most of the time, there's not much to tell. I'm looking forward to seeing my friends again, but they don't have much to tell. We just share jokes and experiences. Stories often involve suffering, so forget about that."

“In this era, that’s indeed the case.”

The old man talked about what happened in the past four years.

The magic equipment store is a little dim, and on the neatly arranged cabinets are placed various magic equipment and simple protective gear, with prices marked next to them, so even novice adventurers can afford them.

This is the old magician's job now.

After returning to his hometown with his wife and children, he settled down completely and prepared to be buried here.

Although his body was aging day by day, he still maintained a clear mind. He didn't know if it was the effect of magic, but he believed that this was the compensation for his hard study of magic in his early years in his later years.

Still full of energy, he opened this magic tool store.

"Nowadays, most experienced magicians are in the fortress. There are not many people like me who can retire with their hometown people. This also means that many magicians outside the fortress only have their wands when they set out."

The death rate of novice magicians is about 20% higher than that of novice warriors. Their firepower is not enough to suppress monsters out of range, and they lack the means to escape when they get close.

A crispy one.

So they need equipment to make up for it, which is why magicians are stereotyped to be rich.

Because even a magician without money has to squeeze in to get enough equipment, and when he grows up to be able to stand on his own, those who are particularly poor and have no talent... needless to say.

The daily routine of an old magician is to make some protective gear using common materials and sell them to the novice magicians around him.

"That Southern Hero also passed by us and cleared out the monsters along the way. So, in about half a year, I haven't sold many things here. I think this is a good thing."

"I think so too."

"Later, a noble I had helped before came to me and asked me to teach his children... The village was disturbed for a long time, and it took a lot of beatings before they finally quieted down."

The old magician rubbed his cheeks, and the scars of flames and blades on his cheeks trembled, making him look ferocious, which did not fit in with the peaceful and tranquil image in the story.

He is not a kind old grandfather - although he is most of the time now, but more often than not, he is killing monsters and demons. If he were in the demon hunting clan, he would be worthy of a white cloak.

Later, the dwarf next door also stayed because he liked the scenery and atmosphere of the village. He worked next to him and provided services to the warrior. Although he was mostly making farm tools, he was still full of enthusiasm and wanted even the best farm tools.

The old magician believed that this young man, who was only about 16 years old in the dwarf's life, would be able to forge excellent weapons in the future.

He was very confident about it, but still hoped it could be faster, otherwise he would not be able to see it.

Qing was happy to chat with him about these trivial matters. After learning about the other world, he moved away from the magnificent visual filter in the game animation and became interested in the life of the new adventurer, those aspects that were close to life.

The old magician told the story he knew.

An adventurer in the village worked and saved money for several years, bought an iron sword and went out. However, he was beaten by a slime on a nearby mountain, and his faith was shattered. Now he can farm peacefully every day.

A magician encountered a monster as soon as she went out. All her teammates ran away, but she couldn't escape, so she stayed there waiting to die. It turned out that the monster was the type that could only see moving objects. She was the only one who came back alive, and now she can farm peacefully every day.

What unskilled archer teamed up with his brother, and during the battle, he shot his brother in the knee with an arrow, ending his adventuring career and now he spends his days peacefully farming...

Are there too many people farming?

That's because the old magician only knows the endings of these people.

In the past four years, about a dozen people have left the village and nearby areas, and most of them have not been heard from since.

Including those passing through here from other areas, there are about forty or fifty people every year. So far, no one has come back here to share their adventures with the old magician.

"Qing, you are the first one."

"This time doesn't count. Next time," Qing waved his hand seriously. "Flillian isn't here. I need to look for the other team members. Next time I leave from the strait, I'll pass by here. After I defeat the Demon King, I'll come back and tell you these stories."

"Then I'll look forward to it."

"Be more serious about your expectations."

……

After greeting the old magician, Xiangzi took Xiao Mo and sat behind the counter to observe the various props.

Xiang has good perception and knowledge, and explains the effects of these magic tools.

It’s a pity that Xiaoxiang, Xiaomo and Xiaomu don’t play games, otherwise they might add some sentimental filters to this “prop store”-style shop.