Reincarnation Band Magician

"Guest, please don't spit on me."

"It's just one drink! I'm not drunk!"

"Although it is indeed one glass, your alcohol tolerance..."

In the Cage: 37. The Scent of Memory

Nagasaki Kiyoshi sat silently with the child.

There was a dog next to it, chewing a bone. I didn't know whose it was.

But after he started drinking, he started shouting that he was looking for him.

Including the time spent in this world, he was only 16, but Nagasaki Kiyoshi felt that there shouldn't be a rule here that prohibits drinking if you are under 18 or 20.

"I drink juice..."

"Gulan, you bastard—"

“Drink this!”

The dwarf warrior came over with a wine barrel.

"The best warrior is the one who can drink the most! Drinking capacity is the proof of strength!"

"never heard of that."

"Gulan——"

At this critical moment, Xiangzi resolutely came over with a cup and said, "Drink this."

The spearman wanted to say something else: "Ms. Lulia, please..."

"Okay, okay, if you have some eyes, you can drink the wine anytime."

The dwarf warrior held the wine barrel in one hand and pulled the spearman to drink with the other.

"Come and talk."

……

The dwarf's alcohol tolerance is surprisingly not that good.

They seem to be able to control their bodies with willpower, and their bodies do not resist at all when they want to get drunk.

There are many people like Nagasaki Kiyoshi who don't drink.

Although he didn't ask specifically, he heard what others said.

In the northern plateau, even cities called "fortresses" that are surrounded by walls, have stationed troops, and are protected by multiple barriers are occasionally attacked by demons or groups of monsters.

Not to mention ordinary settlements.

Encountering demonic creatures, he woke up drunkenly to find his surroundings in ruins, the blood and bodies of his friends and family lying cold...

After experiencing that kind of hell once, you will be immersed in the world of alcohol from now on, or like them, never touch alcohol again.

A lot of people fell down after the drinking contest, and those who were still sober helped to support them. Nagasaki Kiyoshi also used magic to lift up two or three people.

The swordsman uncle fell down after one glass of wine, but now he woke up and started to laugh at the drunken appearance of others.

The lively atmosphere gradually dissipated, the venue became empty, and a cold breeze blew over, carrying away the strong and lingering smell of wine and food.

The desolate look made Nagasaki Qing not want to look at it any longer.

Today's joy is over, and tomorrow we will have to return to our previous life.

However, he still has companions.

Like him, Xiangzi used magic to lift up a few people and walked over. When he saw him, he walked over and sniffed.

"Good, no drinking."

To be honest, she hates alcohol.

"I'm very happy today."

Nagasaki Kiyoshi smiled and nodded, then walked with her to the resting place.

……

[Although I got more points than you the first time, there are no monsters left after that! ]

【There's nothing we can do about this kind of thing.】

[I'm leaving tomorrow... I'm a little reluctant.]

【Me too. 】

After cleaning up, the two lay on the bed and chatted with cards.

By the way, ease the embarrassment at this moment.

I thought it was similar to a shipyard, but it was quite different. They slept directly on one bed, which was completely different from bunk beds.

Also, they cannot be back to back.

Solitaire sat in a chair and watched. There was nothing blocking her view, and she could almost feel it.

Now both of them are facing the wall.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi slept outside and Xiangzi slept inside.

When you get close enough, you can smell the other person's scent.

The tension of being stared at by Solitaire and the tension of sleeping in the same bed with the opposite sex acted simultaneously, making their bodies stiff.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi remembered a book he had read when he was bored in class. It was a romance novel that mentioned a theory about smell, which was probably made up by the author.

Foreign scholars have found that people's memory of smells is the most vague. Although they are different smells, they can make people think of the same thing.

The research results show that the human brain simultaneously records multiple pheromones that cannot be smelled or captured but do exist. When perceiving other things, as long as most of them match, they will be associated with the remembered thing.

People cannot imagine colors they have never seen, nor can they imagine smells they have never smelled.

At this moment he smelled the scent of gladiolus.

The fragrance of gladiolus is not strong. It is often only when the flowers wither and the house feels like something is missing that we realize that it was its fragrance that made it there.

No matter how long it takes, the next time he smells the fragrance of gladiolus, he will definitely think of Xiangzi.

Toyokawa Shoko's mood is more complicated than anything else.

Because her back was to Qing, the bed was not far enough away to allow her to feel a slightly warm or cool breath blowing towards her occasionally.

The back of the neck is quite sensitive.

There is a psychological itch.

She was ashamed to show her weaknesses and expose her vulnerabilities, and felt that there was no need to talk about such things with Qing.

Don't worry, don't worry...

Trying hard to convince myself to ignore it.

Breathing, the sweet scent of citrus wafts from somewhere, even though my back is facing away...

The smell of his breath and the slight itch on the back of his neck made Xiangzi endure for a while without any sleepiness. Finally, he could not hold on any longer and slowly turned around and lay flat on his back, facing upwards.

【What's wrong? 】

My arms are a little sore.

"Are you nervous? Actually, I am a little nervous too. It's my first time sleeping in the same bed with a girl other than my mother."

Xiangzi originally wanted to deny it, but Qing admitted it frankly.

She also wanted to be like Qing and have the courage to be honest with her feelings.

Yes, I have some too.

Nagasaki Qing simply adjusted his position and looked towards the ceiling of the bed - and was startled by Solitaire's face.

The demons quietly approached this distance.

"My heartbeat isn't right, why?"

Solitaire felt that their breath and heartbeats were very nervous, as if they were facing some threat.

This question almost made Nagasaki Kiyoshi's heart stop, and Xiangzi next to him had a blank mind. For a moment, "I've been discovered, I've been discovered, I've been discovered" flashed through his blank brain.

"scared."

Nagasaki Kiyoshi said calmly.

Covering the lower half of her face with the quilt to prevent the breath of her voice from hitting her face is considered polite and also means concealing her expression.

Solitaire looked into his eyes. "You can't sleep?"

"Because I'm too close to girls."

"Is it something I don't understand about reproduction? You're already old enough to be taught and trained. If you want to do it, I'll avoid it."

Qing's expression remained unchanged, "I won't do it."

"You won't do it?"

"Don't do it."

Solitaire sat back down, muttering in confusion:

"It's hard to understand. From my observations, adult humans, aside from their natural empathy for protecting their own kind, only show extra care towards those with whom they have special relationships.

"Qing and Xiangzi have always had a close relationship. Is the tension now due to other emotions?"

Nagasaki Kiyoshi was silent for a moment.

"Maybe so."

"Judging from my experience, at your age, there are generally two types of emotions: 'like' and 'love'."

Xiangzi's eyes widened, "No stockings fell off!"

Qing nodded and said, "I don't think it's that serious. I'm just a little concerned."

"Interesting."

Solitaire felt that she had a new direction of observation and leaned back in her chair happily thinking.

[Please don't mind it. You have to give her a good reason to let her be quiet. ]

[Yes, I know.]

This is what Shoko Toyokawa said.

She wanted to say something else. In fact, she did care a little. It was a normal feeling to care about her companions.

That's it.

Is that true?

In the Cage: 38, Front and Back

Nagasaki Kiyoshi did some self-reflection before going to bed.

He did have thoughts about Xiangzi beyond friendship.

This should not be done and is inappropriate.

However, in such an environment where the drawbridge effect is at its peak, after living and eating together for the past six months, the other party is still a beautiful girl.

I know I shouldn't do anything about it, but at certain moments, I can feel Xiangzi's charm and have thoughts that I shouldn't have.

Xiangzi, forgetting to change into his pajamas and getting out of bed in the morning, revealing his jade-like shoulders; Xiangzi, damp after a bath, his skin a warm pink; Xiangzi, sitting at the piano with his eyes closed, playing...

——Click.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi suppressed his imagination in time.

The mixed feeling of responsibility and guilt has surged into my heart countless times.

Can't think about it.

Those pink, soft, and beautiful times like milk and honey, if predicted with cruel rationality, would have no chance of coming true.