Reincarnation Band Magician

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Qing packed some for him.

After dinner, Miss Xiangzi quietly told Qing what happened in the morning.

"what?"

Bullying the old man?

Being watched by Qing's gaze, Goto Ichiri withered.

They switched to the secular world, and then three monks, two part-time and one full-time, held a consultation and confirmed that the old man was in good health and his physique was better than at least 60% of modern young people.

……

After dinner, Qing made tea. The door opened and the blacksmith walked in with two swords. He drank the whole pot in one breath.

He patted his beard contentedly, perked up, and said, "Let's see."

The old magician brought the food over and pushed it in front of him. "Isn't it just polishing and maintenance? Why is it so hard?"

“This is a masterpiece!”

The blacksmith also knew that different trades are like different worlds, so he didn't explain much. He picked up the food and ate it without any hesitation, then stopped after two bites.

"Wait, why do I feel like your voice has changed?"

"Really? Maybe I learned a new magic and I'm in a good mood."

The dwarf looked up at him, surprised, "Your age?"

"Yes," the old man flexed his biceps, "I'm old, but not dead yet."

"Hahahaha! Okay! Come drink with me! Drink over there so it doesn't disturb your daughter-in-law."

"Forget about that. I drank this morning. I'm older, so I should drink less."

"What about you, Qing? I haven't seen how much you can drink yet."

Qingzheng touched the sword blade that had become shiny again, which was as bright and smooth as his lover's face after putting on makeup - although he had never seen Xiaoxiang put on makeup.

"I have to travel tonight, so drinking now is not enough. Next time, I will come with my team and drink with you."

The dwarf didn't even ask the time, and made a final decision. "Alright! Let me make it clear in advance that if anyone asks me how much I can drink, they should point to the river over there. I'll definitely drink to my heart's content!"

Qing nodded, "That's a lot. We'll try our best not to disappoint you."

The father and son who knew their neighbors well showed a smile that was between trying to hold back and not holding back.

……

"Are you leaving now?"

"Well, it's not just you. We have to be more nervous here too, so we have to move faster."

“That’s a good thing too.”

The old man knocked on the table and said, "Then do me another favor. According to the rules of adventurers, I will use a magic spell as a reward."

Qing naturally wouldn't refuse magic, "Please speak."

He pulled out a roll of parchment.

"This magic is very interesting. It's said to be able to record a person's appearance and leave traces on paper or canvas. I got it from a wandering magician."

"Photos."

"what?"

"I mean, I've seen similar things."

The old magician nodded and pronounced it in Common Tongue. "Maybe it's just a different name. That magician called it a 'photograph' and said the picture left behind was as clear and real as looking in a mirror. The magic is fine, but I've tried to learn it several times before and never succeeded. Maybe I haven't seen the real thing, so I can't imagine it."

Do you want to take a family photo?

After Qing asked, the old man nodded.

"Please take a look at this. Use this magic to record what our family looks like. The reward is this magic."

This magic Qing couldn't refuse.

"Let's give it a try."

The three from the modern era easily understood the imagination required.

……

"worn out!"

"Finally, they've all been collected."

"I want to eat, take a bath and have some snacks..."

"With armor, I can challenge more normal monsters. These little things are completely useless for showing off my martial arts skills."

The adventurer team returned in the morning in a state of disarray.

Brought the materials needed to make protective gear.

Sitting back down at the counter, they noticed two "portraits" hanging on the wall.

"Look at that, it looks like it."

"It's almost like there's someone standing behind me, or a mirror..."

"I've seen it in my hometown of the Holy City. It's a magical technique called 'Photograph'."

"It seems interesting."

The old magician came down from upstairs, brought down the wooden frames he had made, and framed the two photos.

One photo shows the family standing together and smiling in the shade of a tree.

The other photo shows the backs of three people with blue, brown and green hair colors.

"Manager, Manager!"

The swordsman slammed the table excitedly, putting his protective gear aside. He was keenly aware that this was a very memorable magic.

"Can you use this photo magic to record what our team looks like?"

"Of course, but can you allow me to hang one here? That way, when you come over next time and see what it looks like now, you'll definitely feel nostalgic."

"Oh! Manager, you are very creative!"

A photo of the four-member team was left here. It is foreseeable that more photos will cover the walls, allowing the old store manager to recall the past more clearly in his spare time.

As a result, those teams, whether mature or immature, were even more impressed by the magic tool shop in this village in this area.

After a long time, some of them brought follow-up stories, some came back with photos, and some were never heard from again.

……

The three met the sober man on the way.

He is farming.

"This is just... training!"

He wielded a hoe.

"A way to get some exercise!"

"Well, come on."

Xiao Mo became active again, releasing her accumulated fatigue. She felt that as a shield guard, she had to remain active even when she was tired, which could be considered a form of exercise.

As she passed by the man, she made a face, trotted a few steps, jumped up and hung around Qing's neck.

"Don't be so rude desuwa! I've told you several times, Xiao Mo."

Xiangzi came over and hugged her and wanted to put her down, but Xiaomo hugged Qing's neck tightly and giggled, treating this as a game.

Finally, unable to bear this ungraceful posture, Miss Xiangzi gave up.

Her lover comforted her: "Okay, don't get angry with the child."

It’s better not to appease.

Metis didn't care at all and chatted happily about today.

"Yili beat the old man up badly. When will he come here next time? Five years or ten years? That uncle's children will be running around everywhere."

"It won't be too long this time. Let me calculate..." Qing thought about it and said with some regret, "He will be back in a few months. I probably won't be able to see uncle's child."

Xiao Mo clamped his legs around Qing's waist and rubbed it upwards, changing to a position where he was carried on her back, which made him feel more comfortable.

She looked back at the village. "I haven't even seen a newborn baby yet."

"There are no such small ones, but we will see some larger ones in a few days."

Brave: 323, Night Walk

At night, a strange "carriage" was running on the road - it looked like a giant pumpkin.

At midnight, with a "bang", the pumpkin carriage turned into a pumpkin, revealing three passengers. Qing used levitation magic to hold up the three people and a pumpkin.

The horse pulling the cart ran into the forest on the side of the road, but it didn't matter because they had picked it up on the roadside anyway. Along the way, there were cloths and bloodstains left by monsters. Monsters were everywhere.

The boots of the three men landed on the ground, kicking up some dust.

Qing removed the "magic of turning into a pumpkin", and the pumpkin "bang" turned into an apple. Qing caught it and took a bite.

Observing the surroundings, "This road specification is almost there. I feel like I can see it after walking through this forest."

The two ladies squinted their eyes, but could see nothing except the dark treetops blocking the sky in the distance and the stars and the moon in the gaps.

Miss Hongxia held Xiangzi's shoulders and asked, "Can you come tonight?"

"Well, I flew up and looked at it at dusk, and there was no problem."

That's why I chose to travel at night.

Xiangzi controlled his movement speed and asked, "Hongxia, are you okay?"

"No problem, just a little sore."

Hongxia tried to raise her hand, but when her muscles moved, half of her body became limp. The sore and painful feeling made her let out a sound between a cry of pain and a laugh, and she leaned on Xiangzi again.

Unlike Xiao Mo, she has common sense, so she won't get hung up on Qing.

But if Xiao Mo wants to do it, they can't stop him, right?

The topic turned to Hongxia's exercise.

Xiangzi understood that this was a necessary sacrifice, but he still felt sorry for his friend's health. "Qing, it's too strict."

Qing shook his head. "When you first start exercising, the adaptation period takes at least a week. After that, when your body's strength increases, you won't feel sore anymore."

Hong Xia also said lively: "I think so too. Sushi-chan has recovered and can continue after a night's rest... Speaking of which, the muscles won't get bigger, right? When I practice drums, I feel that the muscles in my arms are sometimes very obvious."

"Based on my personal experience," Qing touched his shoulder, which was thin, but felt like steel when exerting force, "no."

"Indeed, Qing looks very thin. Can I poke him?"

"I'm fine..." He looked at his girlfriend.

While this person is here, it is not something he can decide.

Xiangzi looked calm as usual. He helped Hongxia over and felt around. "It's very firm. Hongxia, try it too."

"To be honest, I'm a little excited!"

The drummer poked Qing's lower abdomen lightly with his fingertips.

"Jiu——So hard!"

"What's that weird dubbing?"

"It's my excitement."

After joking around, Hong Xia stopped when she had time to stop. She was the most normal one among the five people and knew her limits.

Then he grimaced again because of the movement of his arms.