Reincarnation Band Magician

"Wow--"

Suddenly a beautiful big fish jumped out of the pond. Judging from the pattern, it was the one that Qing used to like the most. It hit the pebbles and died.

"what?"

Fulilian looked around guiltily, as if she was wondering where Qing would pop out from again.

In the past, when she wanted to eat fish, she gave strange reasons like "It seems that the fish fainted from the heat and hit itself to death."

Now it's really been killed.

But no one criticized her for lying, and then sighed and scaled and gutted her, so she had to do it herself.

Looking at the mushrooms growing on the wooden house next to him, the elf clapped his hands in satisfaction.

Dinner is ready, delicious mushroom and fish soup.

Turn around and head towards the most important part.

Standing in front of the wooden house, the color of the crystal here has not faded yet. Only the surface has been crystallized, and it will be slowly eroded and de-crystallized by the naturally flowing magic power.

At that time I thought this was enough, but I didn’t expect it to last four or five years.

I squatted down and opened Qing's box. The things inside were neatly arranged. Even though she had messed them up a little on the way, I quickly found the key to the room.

"Click——"

Pushing open the awkward door, the stuffy air in the room began to flow.

She had lived here far less than she had been away from it.

The days here are so profound.

Fulilian used the magic of wind to blow away the dust in the room, and the color of the crystal returned to its bright color.

Her eyes passed over the piano and violin.

She walked through the entrance, took off her boots, too lazy to look for slippers, and stepped on the floor with her feet wrapped in pantyhose. As she walked, the wood color covered the blue and purple of the crystal, and the breath of life returned here.

She came to Qing's room, where everything was tidy.

I threw myself on the bed, and before I landed, the bed became soft and fluffy again, smelling of the sun.

The elf closed his eyes peacefully and said the first words after entering the door:

"Back, finally."

Brave: 332. Walk the path you came from

At night, the lights are on.

The statue of the goddess in the Holy City Square is shrouded in warm light, appearing gentle and compassionate. This is also one of the famous scenery of Stralu at night.

Most of the streets in the Holy City are equipped with magic lamps, which will not be extinguished before the rest time specified in the Holy Scriptures, which is ten o'clock.

After this, only important places would remain illuminated, which is also a manifestation of frugality in the doctrine.

Before nightfall, Art took Clara back.

Celie said coldly that from now on such trivial matters could be explained by familiars.

It was very imposing, but similar words seemed to have been said many times, and Aite just agreed verbally every time.

"It's just pointless politeness."

The pragmatic Celia snorted and waved her hand to signal her disciples to leave. Before leaving, she stopped and asked, "Those two, will you come tomorrow?"

Art leaned forward, patting his chest. "Yes, that's right. It's tomorrow. It's a formal visit, so we have to choose the morning."

"You should have come today. Tsk, what pointless politeness. Human life is short, why waste time in a place like this?"

Aite didn't say much.

"Then let me see what kind of students Fulilian and the great demons have taught."

"I don't think you will be disappointed."

There was a rare hint of pride in Aite's reserved tone.

After all, they were also her "students".

Celia was very satisfied with her student's performance at this point. "Just keep it like this, Aite."

"Let's go, grandma."

Little Clara remembered the name and waved goodbye.

The old elf's leisurely smile froze as he flipped through the book, and his golden eyes glanced at the child.

This name is not given by AITE, nor is it something a child can come up with on their own.

A little unhappy.

Aite silently carried the child downstairs.

The child was not beaten on the way thereafter.

In Aite's educational philosophy, his daughter would only be spanked mercilessly when she refused to change after repeated teachings, or when she made a mistake knowing it.

With her mother's patient teaching, Clara's understanding of politeness has improved and her knowledge of the adult world has expanded.

"Remember, as long as you look young, you are a sister or aunt."

"My brother said Celia is much, much older than Mommy! She's older than all her fingers and toes combined."

"Well, Mom knows, but age doesn't matter. Or rather, let it not matter. As long as she looks a little older, Clara will be able to understand what women think."

“Lululul…”

The little girl, who still didn't understand, started blowing bubbles.

……

The holy city at night was unexpectedly bright and lively. It had a style different from the modern one and was very novel to the three of them.

Wonderful magic embellishes the darkness, making it all exquisite.

I want to record it, but unfortunately...wait, it seems I can really remember it!

"—I learned a new magic."

Qing remembered his camera magic.

"The light here is good, everyone come over here."

This magic first requires vision to capture the object to be photographed, so under normal circumstances, just like a camera, the person taking the photo cannot be in the frame.

It's also easy to solve. Just use magic to make a mirror and place it at the right angle.

Then all you need to do is find a carrier and print the image on it. Currently, this magic is still too niche and suitable materials have not been developed yet, so Qing bought some cardboard on the roadside.

Aite had seen this magic in the south, so he cooperated and stood up, holding Clara in his arms, with Qing and Xiangzi on his left and right, and Hongxia next to Qing.

"Hmm... not bad. I'll take another one next time when Fulilian comes."

"Ah, that one from the Qing family is so easy to talk to, Lady Celie. If she were with everyone else, she definitely wouldn't come, but it should be fine with just Clara and me. Please teach me this magic."

Qingning stared into the mirror, adjusting the light and angle, and replied, "Of course."

click-

Such a voice came from my heart, and then the image was imprinted on the letter paper.

Aite frowned slightly, "Isn't that smile a little strange over there?"

Xiangzi and Hongxia looked over and nodded in confirmation, "Indeed there are some. The angle just now wasn't very good. Let's take a few more."

Women seem to be naturally attuned to these things.

……

After another hour, the ladies, tired of playing and taking a lot of photos, let Qing go.

Having lived in the Holy City for four years and almost becoming a local, Aite confidently brought everyone to a somewhat remote restaurant. In contrast to its ordinary appearance, the smell of food was outstanding. As soon as they entered, their stomachs began to growl in protest.

They sat down, Qing sat next to Aite, Clara sat on his lap, and two girls who were close to each other sat together opposite.

On this leisurely day, the three people who had slept in were finally going to have their first normal meal.

——Except this one.

Because she had let her friend down in the afternoon, Xiao Mo gave her own time to Hong Xia to express a small apology.

After enjoying double the time, before dinner, the good kid Hong Xia felt that she couldn't experience it all alone, so she said goodbye reluctantly:

"Everyone, I'm leaving now. Have a great evening!"

Aite looked over in surprise and said worriedly: "Are you going back? Are you feeling unwell? You can find a monk——"

The other person's eyes and temperament changed, as if he had become a different person.

"It's not that "go back", this is what I mean by 'special'," Xiangzi introduced, "Now it's - it's really Liang, it's pronounced the same as Qing, but it's written differently in my hometown."

"Hello, Ate-san." Liang looked up and greeted her seriously. This gentle lady deserves respect.

"Okay... Ryo."

Aite had thought about the special thing that Xiangzi mentioned before, but she didn't expect it to be so special. She couldn't suppress her curiosity and moved closer to Qing.

"There should be more than one person, right?"

"Well, including Hongxia and Liang, there are still three people."

"Goddess, is it okay?"

The goddess is in it, so it doesn't matter.

Qing didn't joke about faith and nodded casually.

"It's okay, it's stable."

"If Qing judges this way..."

Aite chose to accept.

The dishes were served in an orderly manner, and the aroma of the food made people salivate.

Liang crossed his arms, looking like a certain commander, minus the gloves and brown glasses.

“I will eat it with gratitude, savor the flavor, and then go back and replicate it for everyone.”

"Don't be weird, Liang." Xiangzi cared very much about the first meal after the reunion.

"Ok."

She sat down obediently.

The table was almost full, and someone who looked like the boss came over and introduced the recommended wine and beverage pairings for this season.

Qing was startled and looked to the side. Aite's expression also changed slightly.

"As for the wine...how about some first?"

That should be fine.

Brave: 333, Toyokawa Shoko's Wine Diary

We need a sober person on the field.

After seeing Xiangzi's drinking capacity, Ms. Aite maintained her own pace and did not follow Xiangzi blindly. Following Xiangzi's drinking style, the meal was over in ten minutes.

But when she was so happy, she couldn't help but have a few drinks.

Qing is not very good at drinking, so he just tasted it briefly to suit the atmosphere.

Although he had been taught wine tasting at the beach, he had only memorized it by rote and couldn't actually distinguish between fruit, caramel, leather...

It tastes spicy, bitter, and sour...

Let’s drink juice instead.

Clara sat on his lap, seamlessly adapting to the state of having food served. She had a reason, as there was no place to sit.

In family education, all dogmas except the bottom line will change with time and occasion. Occasional pampering will not turn a child into a troublemaker.