Reincarnation Band Magician

Ma Xu stepped on the ground, unable to wait to set off.

The three of them simplified their luggage further, leaving some unused items here. After changing into the adventurer outfits of the Norm Chamber of Commerce, they only had important personal belongings and food.

Aite carried Qing, Xiangzi, and Motis in turn and waved, "See you next time."

"Goodbye, sister, Clara."

"Goodbye," Xiangzi hesitated and then used the same address, "Sister."

He squatted down again and hugged Clara.

Metis had no psychological burden, at least not this time.

"Goodbye, Sister Aite, Clara. I'll come and play with you next time."

"Well! Have a good trip! Come back next time, next time...never again!"

The carriage drove out of the city. Ate, holding her daughter's hand, hesitated when they reached a fork in the road. For the time being, she was not in the mood to go back to the house to pack up, so she went directly to Celia's place.

……

It didn't seem so hot when I first arrived, maybe because it was night time.

Before nine o'clock, the morning coolness had faded and the journey became dull.

In the stable, which was neither narrow nor spacious, the two people who had gotten up early leaned on Qing's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right. Perhaps they were not very sleepy, but they just felt that after waking up, their current reluctance and nostalgia would fade a little.

Qing leaned against the carriage and used magic to lift the curtain. At this time, the city gate could no longer be seen.

There will be a chance to see you next time.

Afterwards, he began to recall Fulilian.

I haven't seen her for two months. I don't know if she can take care of herself.

The cycle of meeting, saying goodbye and reuniting is the eternal theme of travel.

……

——It looks like he’s being well taken care of.

It was ten o'clock in the morning. In a brand new wooden house in the forest outside the kingdom, Qing looked at the elf curled up in his bed.

She sleeps like a cat.

In the summer, those cute furry creatures dissipate heat by increasing their body contact with the ground.

The petite elf gives people this feeling.

Slender, delicate and beautiful.

Especially in a wooden house deep in the forest, everyone who sees it will surely recall the wonderful legend of the forest elves.

But Qing did not.

He looked at the pots and pans scattered around, the grease-stained quilt, the scattered magical items and books...

The joy of reunion suddenly disappeared.

……

PS: I’m feeling a bit carried away, so I’ll post two chapters first.

Long Journey: 346, Sleepwalking Moment

I don’t know if you have ever had this experience: your family goes out during the holidays and you are left alone at home, or your guardian works away from home and only comes back once in a long time.

When I received the call that they were returning, after the surprise, I was panicked. Before they came back, I had to clean up the messy house, finish my homework, hide the snacks I bought secretly, and take back the secret places that my parents might have known about...

Fleury did none of these.

This is the most terrifying situation. "Mom and Dad" come home at night without saying hello and bring an unexpected surprise to their children.

Fortunately, Fulilian is just an ordinary kid who likes to eat, play and stay up late to read novels. At least there is nothing around her that will cause her social death. Elves do not have such worldly desires.

Every adult was once a child, so they tend to turn a blind eye to such things.

Qing quickly calmed down and started to tidy up the things around him, occasionally glancing at the sleeping Fulilian.

On a summer morning, the hot wind blew in through the windows that were opened to cool down, lifting the curtains and making the light flicker.

Perhaps he had adapted to the changing light, and the elf, lying in a "big" shape, was still sleeping soundly, with his ears twitching from time to time.

Just now, when they came back and Qing walked in, and there was the noise of Xiao Mo running around in the living room, she only turned over and scratched the red and swollen bumps on her ears and shoulders.

It seems that those insecticide-resistant mosquitoes are reproducing.

There was a bucket of water next to the bed. Judging from the dried water stains at the bottom of the bucket, it seemed that it had frozen into ice at night and was used for physical cooling.

The magic supported Fulilian, and she didn't wake up at all. She pulled off the bed's irritating blanket, which had made her horrified after seeing it too many times, and covered it with cool and breathable silk bedding.

[It's almost noon... Never mind, let her continue sleeping.]

After cleaning the bedroom, closing the windows and drawing the curtains, I used the freezing and airflow magic to create a cool temperature suitable for sleeping.

After that, it’s time to clean the house properly.

……

Elves are actually very alert. Due to the characteristics of their race, their sleeping mechanism is different from that of humans. When there is danger, they will wake up immediately.

But, there is no danger.

Anyone who has ever raised a pet will know that little ones are usually not very quiet at night. They jump, roll over, sharpen their nails, eat, and do some parkour...

After getting used to it, even if you feel it in your sleep, you won’t pay attention to it and will just turn over and continue sleeping.

In contrast, a sleeping pet will not react much if its owner touches its head, chin, or tail...

As if they were taming each other.

The same is true of how we get along with others.

Afterwards, little by little, they cleaned the house, their home, which they had not returned to for four years.

The house had been cleaned, and apart from the messed-up bedroom and the kitchen, which was filled with all kinds of strange smells and containers, no effort was put into other areas.

Fulilian is still a good child.

In the morning, we trimmed the surrounding vegetation a little and used high-intensity water flow to wash away the green moss on the cobblestone path. Each pebble was carefully selected and found from the river bank in the distant forest.

After restoring the cleanliness, while cleaning the pool, I was surprised to find that there were still fish in it. It might be because there were too many mosquitoes in the forest, or it might be some local magical mutation.

When Qing and Xiangzi were talking, perhaps by coincidence, they surfaced and moved their lips, as if they were feeding them in the past.

The patterns on some of them are clearly recognizable, but they seem a little clumsy when they grow up, like small fragrant pigs raised as pets that have grown into real fat pigs.

I used magic to clean the sphagnum moss between their scales and put them back into the clean pond water. Let them get fat, and continue to raise them.

If you don’t know someone, just eat them as lunch.

Metis liked these agile guys very much. After obtaining their consent, she sat by the pool, immersed her fair skin in it, and kicked these stupid guys with limited intelligence with her feet.

When they get bored, just sprinkle some feed into the water and they will gather together again, looking like they are having a lot of fun.

Qing continued to tidy up the surroundings.

Mushrooms began to grow in Fulilian's old house, some of which were rare species and showed signs of having been picked.

Qing likes fresh ingredients, the fresh feeling makes him feel the sprouting of life.

So, it was lunch time.

……

Sleep in summer is always restless, even elves can feel it, but their tolerance is stronger than that of humans.

When I go to sleep I feel like a pork chop dropped into hot oil, tossed and turned, fried and pan-fried, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Eh? Looks like it really got flipped over?

Turning over and over, the heavy bedding beneath me turned into a cool texture.

This step is like making tiger skin eggs. The greedy elf lies in the kitchen to see clearly which one is made. After being fried in hot oil, the eggs are taken out and put into cold water, so that the outside will be wrinkled.

[Ugh… I’m about to go into the pot again. Please don’t boil me. I’m not tasty…]

Not cooked.

The room suddenly became cooler. Isn't it too urgent to soak in the water?

With some vague worries, the elf chose to continue sleeping.

Now is the comfortable time. Covered with a quilt and enjoying the cool breeze in the hot weather, the irritating white light that kept swaying and changing has disappeared. The elf is too lazy to think about why.

Just sleep, that's all.

It was a bit cold, so I reached out and grabbed it. There was a thin blanket placed in the most suitable place, and the corner was also in the right position. I pulled it and put it on my body. It was not like a Möbius strip with no beginning or end that could be found forever.

"call……"

……

Friends who have experience as children or taking care of children will know that when faced with children who refuse to get out of bed, using food to tempt them is a common technique used by adults.

"If you don't get up soon, all the delicious food will be eaten up," "Get up now and dad will take you to KFC," "Your mom just bought some crab roe buns"...

Something like this.

Of course, sometimes, after the children get up excitedly, the promised "delicious food" often turns into "I think you look like KFC/crab roe buns."

If the noise is really serious, there is a possibility of receiving material rewards, such as a pair of leather shoe soles, a belt, a slap in the face, a bamboo stick, etc.

Unlike noisy human children, using food to tempt animals is often very effective. In their superficial reflexes, sleep is for restoring physical strength, and restoring physical strength is for obtaining food, so when food is readily available, sleep is something that can be discarded.

You can sleep better after eating.

"About three minutes."

"In a minute, I guess."

The dining table, which had been neglected for a long time, resumed its function after being robbed by the bed in the bedroom for a week after four years, and put up a sumptuous meal.

After finishing the meal, they took a quick shower. The three of them put on simple loose white robes and turned on the air conditioner.

Xiangzi and Qing stared at the clock on the wall that was turning again, guessing the time when Fulilian would come out. The loser would have to play a song later.

The food on the table was steaming, and under the control of magic, the smell drifted all the way to the bedroom, like a scene from "Tom and Jerry".

After the minute hand turned a circle, the door opened and the sleepy elf walked out.

……

Fleury opened her eyes.

In the dim bedroom, the cold wind echoed in the room, gently lifting her bangs.

It is impossible to appear neat.

“Here we are again.”

She regarded this as the special ability of the elves - the palace of memory, where all the memory fragments of the past can be freely retrieved and pieced together, and all recorded senses can be reproduced.

Young elves often enter and become addicted to them unconsciously. At that time, lively children cannot resist the temptation of playing in dreams.

If no one teaches them, they will get tired of playing in their dreams and lose interest in reality. In the end, they will devote themselves to some hobbies to kill time. In the end, they will not even have hobbies and will just stare blankly all day long.

For Fulilian, this kind of loss of control was something she hadn't felt for a long time.

"Do I miss them that much?"

Smelling the aroma of food, Fulilian walked out the door. As expected, the outside was the same as before.

Arriving in the living room, the dining table was filled with fragrant food, and the two important people spoke with nostalgia:

"Flillian."

"Flillian."

"Ah."

She answered simply and sat calmly on Qing's lap.

There is a green-haired guy I don’t recognize. I don’t know when I saw him. He is probably an ordinary passerby. It is not worth wasting time thinking about him in front of this table full of food.