Reincarnation Band Magician

Just as he left the village, he ran into a monster, a bird as big as a carriage, and if a village kid hadn't been playing nearby and stabbed it to death with a knife, both he and the merchant would have died there.

After that, he felt that the outside world was too dangerous and the village was safer.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi was just curious about what kind of child was born with such supernatural powers, but unfortunately the grocery store owner waved his hand and left.

After politely saying goodbye to the talkative grocery store owner, Qing stood there thinking for a while.

The world outside is really interesting.

The story of humans and elves continues to this day.

……

When he came back, Xiangzi was reading a book.

Qing understood the situation.

It seems that the elf's brain is still working well and has not become moldy and rusty to the point of growing mushrooms.

Learn the knowledge first, then you can make decisions slowly. It will be reasonable whether you give it or not in the future.

"I feel someone coming."

Fulilian lifted the natural native vine curtain in front of the wooden door and walked out. She was stunned when she saw the backpack Qing was carrying.

"that is……"

"It was delivered by the grocery store in the border village. It's a young man. His grandfather was the one who delivered the goods to you in the past."

"Yeah, I remember."

Fulilian squatted down and stroked the backpack.

"What about others?"

"Ten years ago, he developed old age—dementia. As Fulilian knows, memory and cognition are affected."

"I know about that disease, so did he hand over the store to his son?"

"I gave it to my grandson. He's a pretty good guy, except that he talks a lot."

"That guy talks a lot too," the elf asked, not understanding Qing's subtlety at all. "What about him? Is he dead?"

"He died, about last month. Oh, and his grandson brought these."

Qing sighed and handed over the box.

"Ms. Fulilian, it doesn't cost that much to buy ordinary things."

"Of course I know," Fulilian opened the lid, took a look, and closed it. "It's only a little bit missing. Is he useless?"

“I used some of it to buy food before.”

"I only used those... What is that person doing?"

Fulilian frowned as she recalled.

She was the person she met while picking herbs. That day, she was nearby and felt the breath of a monster. She was chasing a carriage, and a man jumped out of it and led the monster away.

Fulilian followed and saved the person at the critical moment.

After the man calmed down, he started talking a lot, asking Fulilian if she had money and whether she wanted to invest in him.

"Invest in our village's Chamber of Commerce, Elf Lady! Once we earn enough money, we'll buy this place and become noble lords! Then we'll have people clearing out monsters all day long! Now's the perfect time to invest!"

Flillian fiddled with the box.

"He was really annoying. He kept hounding me. Later, I gave him the things I didn't need anymore. I wanted to have some peace and quiet. Giving gifts came later... Didn't he use the money to start a business and become a noble?"

Nagasaki cleared the information.

The grocery store owner's grandfather survived the monster's mouth and had the courage to ask Fulilian for investment. At that time, there were still caravans in the village - although it felt like they were just a makeshift team.

But when it came to the grocery store owner's generation, he wanted to follow the outside businessmen because there were no development opportunities in the village.

It seemed that the village and his grandfather were not very familiar with each other.

No one knows what happened during the 20 years when the old store manager was suffering from dementia. What was he thinking as he guarded this box of valuables that he had never touched except for the food he used to buy during the years of disaster?

Fulilian had thought that he had died long ago, or had lost everything and was too ashamed to face people, but she didn't expect that he had hardly moved.

“I don’t understand.”

"Let's ask his grandson next time."

"Ask for me."

Flillian threw the box back, "I don't want to go."

"Well, I'll go to the village when I have time."

"Just wait for him to come over. It's only three to five years, isn't that quick?"

"So, Ms. Fulilian, your view of time is incompatible with that of humans."

The discussion about what the old store manager had been doing during the 20 years of dementia was finally put on hold. They stayed in the mountains, waiting for the store manager's grandson to come.

There are so many stories in the world, and they have plenty of time.

……

At night, they still slept in Fulilian's house. The materials for their wooden house had just been prepared and it would take a few days to build.

The tent they bought covered the tattered roof, but Freelian protested that it prevented her from seeing the moon.

This elf...

……

PS: It’s chapter 20 now, and I still have a few chapters to finish and revise, so it will probably be very late.

Millennium Magician: 79. Our House

Living by the sea has given them experience in living far away from humans.

Problems that can be solved with magic do not require additional purchases, thus saving a lot of time going back and forth.

About a week later, they finished building the house and ended their life of sleeping on the floor in Fulilian's room.

I tried for a long time, just like playing with building blocks, and finally I went to the city and paid a craftsman to learn how to make it work.

It was originally a matchbox, but considering the humid climate and rainfall in the central region, it was designed as a slope, which was already a huge win for Fulilian.

Finally, the fireplace is a dwarven craft, and it is sold here. It seems to be produced in the same village. That’s great.

The winters here are not that severe and the open fireplace is warm, but it is a kind of sentiment.

“This is our house!”

Xiangzi's eyes seemed to be shining. He walked around the house several times inside and out, feeling that every piece of wood was full of design.

Although, when the entire space is spread out, it is not as big as the guest bedroom in Fengchuan Mansion.

But this is her and Qing's house!

There are three bedrooms in the house, complete living rooms, and a cellar that can be used to store food and... wine, which is rapidly climbing up Xiangzi's hobby list and is tied for first place with piano.

She was thinking of a way to sneak into Chencang.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi didn't know what his teammates wanted to do for the time being. Looking at the empty kitchen, his heart was filled with joy, because this place would be filled with tableware and cooking utensils in the future.

Last time I was in the capital, I saw a set of dwarven kitchenware. It's time to take it home.

Fulilian came in and took a look around, nodding calmly. "Your house is well built. It turns out that you should hire a professional for this kind of thing. Well, you don't have to stay at my place anymore."

She turned to leave.

Then, Xiang Heqing held one of his hands.

"Please choose a room, Ms. Fulilian. You are allowed to choose first."

"How could I possibly let you live in a place like that again!"

No matter what is reasonable or moral, it is impossible to let Fulilian go back to that shabby house.

Apart from anything else, the strange association of "building new houses and forcing the elderly back to dilapidated old houses" and the guilt it brought were unacceptable to both of them.

"I'm an elf. Why would a human want to get along with an elf?"

Fulilian swayed in the air, but couldn't break free.

"let me go."

"Whatever you are, now we're going to live together."

Qing shook her arms, and Xiangzi cooperated, swaying to the rhythm of the dance, as if it were a celebration.

Their happiness was not conveyed to Fulilian.

"Forget it, then I'll take the darkest room. It's more comfortable to sleep in, and I can keep my books in a dry place. And the materials..."

She began to ramble on.

Qing Hexiang's face turned into the expressionless one he had when casting a spell.

What a trouble, this elf.

……

The bed was also newly made. The specially treated wood gave off a woody fragrance that matched the house perfectly.

The bedding was also new, white, soft, and exuded some incense aroma and the unique smell of drying in the sun.

It's completely different from a bed that's been casually set up and blankets that have been casually swapped.

Heavy and solid.

Even if you lie on it and roll around, jump up, do push-ups, sit-ups, do dragon flags... it won't vibrate.

By the way, the last few won’t do it.

The lithe elf magician rolled twice and then lay motionless on the bed.

So soft and fragrant.

I haven't felt this way in about six, seven, eight, um, nine hundred years.

The last time I slept properly in a bed was probably when the teacher was still around.

I thought about the teacher again during this period, and those two people were indeed annoying.

Fulilian rolled around in the quilt, thinking lazily.

Then live in their house, eat their food, and teach them some magic.

"Ms. Fulilian, we're going out and will probably be back tomorrow night. Lunch and dinner are in the kitchen. Don't eat them all at once. Remember to heat them up before eating."

"I know. I'm not a fish. I won't make that kind of stupid mistake."

Fulilian got up and went to the living room.

They went out to buy furniture and other daily necessities.

The room was indeed a little empty now, especially after the two of them left.

Everyone is busy...

"But isn't it strange that there isn't even a table?"

Well, it seems that there is no such thing in her house either. The previous table had its legs broken by a wild boar that broke in. She said it was repaired later, but it took some time.

It's only been a hundred years.

During this period, if she needed to do work like writing, she would use the bed, and if she needed to prepare medicine, she would use a nearby tree stump.

It’s all the table’s fault. It’s so fragile and needs some work.

Let’s eat first.

Today and tomorrow's lunch is still hot sauerkraut sausage with bread, and the portion is very large.

Dinner was a piece of berry cream bread. Since I would be back tomorrow night, but might be late, it was necessary to have some food to fill my stomach. There was also a precious piece of fluffy berry cake that was 60% cream.

The wheat-scented bread was cut in the middle, about two fingers' width filled with cream, and berries of several colors were inlaid in the middle.

Not to mention the cream cake.