Reincarnation Band Magician

"Next time we meet I'm going to call her desuwa!"

"Ah."

Although he respected Lady Aqua, this matter was indeed a bit anthropomorphic, so he would just watch from the side.

"But, Qing," Xiangzi raised his hand to stroke his hair, turned back, his amber eyes full of determination, "even if I knew this, I would not regret coming here."

It's not just because of my mom.

Also, I gained something important.

The Millennium Magician: 82, Letter from the Holy City

After the chat, Miss Xiangzi felt much better. After braiding one-third of her hair, she asked Qing to stop, take it apart, and asked him to braid three strands of hair tomorrow.

Qing smiled and agreed.

"By the way, get up slowly this time—"

Perhaps because he had just recalled the past, Qing remembered the first time he helped Xiangzi comb his hair in bed.

At that time, she almost fell backwards because of poor blood flow.

But this time the reminder was also slow.

“Ugh…it hurts!”

This time it was cramps.

It may be due to poor blood flow or a problem with adolescent development. Many people have experienced leg cramps in the middle of the night.

Although it is in a different world, certain physiological laws still exist. For example, Xiang needs to rest for two to three days to a week every month.

Now is not the time to analyze the principles, but to know how to alleviate the problem.

"Don't pull your legs back! Xiang, straighten your legs and point your toes!"

"No... I can't feel my thighs..."

Xiangzi could only feel numbness and pain now. His legs seemed to have disappeared and the painful areas became vague.

"excuse me."

Qing held her calves with both hands and transferred his body temperature to her.

"Do you feel it?"

"A little……"

"Sit back and I'll help you stretch slowly. Stop if you feel the pain becomes unbearable."

As he spoke, Qing slowly helped her straighten her legs.

I think it’s because of sitting for a long time. The skin my palms touched was a little cold, like touching piano keys in winter.

She could feel a certain muscle in her calf was particularly tense and trembling. She skipped over it and waited for her to straighten her foot. Then she held the arch of her foot and pulled her toes upwards with one hand.

The girl, whose bangs were wet with pain, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I feel alive again."

"Don't sit like this next time, Xiang."

"There's no way around it. If you sit normally, you'll tend to lean back."

Xiang demonstrated it to him.

Without anything to support me, sitting on the soft bed, my center of gravity would shift and I would fall backwards, just like now, falling into Qing's arms.

"Then find a chair. It's unhealthy to comb your hair in bed."

Qing made this judgment, then washed his hands that had been massaging Xiangzi's feet, found a handkerchief, wet it with water, and wiped Xiangzi's cheeks. When he was about to wipe his neck, he found something inappropriate.

The small beads of sweat that oozed out due to the pain gathered together and fell towards the hills and valleys.

Don't look at anything inappropriate.

The experience before going to bed was quite rich, so I turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The two of them lay with their shoulders touching, and neither of them felt cramped anymore.

Xiangzi's mood was extremely stable, and he no longer had the anxiety and worry he had when he came here.

Because, in this world, there is no relationship more stable than the one between her and Qing.

No one can surpass it.

……

The much-anticipated second round of shopping in the capital has begun.

This time it’s something for home use.

Carpets, furniture, decorations and more.

Anyone who has ever renovated a house knows how difficult these decisions can be.

In the end, Qing decided to trust Xiangzi's aesthetic taste. He himself is a minimalist and doesn't need anything except tables and chairs.

Look at the furniture and the musical instruments.

I haven't played for a few days and my hands are starting to itch.

Finally, there are some long-lasting food ingredients that cannot be found in the forest.

Should we contact some caravans and ask them to deliver the supplies to the nearby village? It would be much faster to move them to the cabin from there...

As I was thinking about these questions, it was almost noon.

Qing came back to his senses, shifted his gaze from the violin in front of him, and looked into the distance.

Ms. Fulilian, you should eat when you are hungry, right?

……

When I was buying musical instruments, I thought of Aite.

It had been almost ten days since she went to the Holy City. The journey would take about two days. She was not sure about the speed of mail in the other world, so she went to look for it.

She sent the letter to the Adventurer's Guild and had previously posted a task and asked someone to help watch it.

It has actually been sent.

[Preface, Qing, Xiangzi, things have gone a little differently than planned. I've met a very powerful magician, Celia. I'm temporarily training with her. My current address is... You can send any letters here.]

[There is something important. Please find a skilled human magician as soon as possible. This is very important.]

If you haven't yet accepted that elf as your teacher, you can come to the Holy City. Celie admires talented people, and I think she's a very good teacher. That's all the important stuff, and the rest is just idle talk.

Life has been pretty good lately, but Clara often thinks of you guys, and playing alone always feels lonely.

[Just think of it as me just nagging. If you have time, remember to write to me. Don't worry about the content, just chatting is fine.]

Finally, it is signed by Aite.

Qing checked carefully and found the remaining magic information. There was no problem. The font was also very natural, without any trace of imitation or control.

They were taught reading and writing by Aite, so they naturally knew the teacher's handwriting very well.

"It seems that Aite is doing well. What should I write to her?"

"Just tell her that we've settled down here, and reassure her. Talk about our house. This is the most important thing to say!"

Xiang is proud of this.

Even the noble Ate might not have such a cabin. I wrote to her to show it off.

Their relationship is like that of a normal aunt and niece of similar age. They have the feeling of elders and the tacit understanding between friends.

Qing smiled, borrowed a pen from the counter and started writing.

A feather pen is used here, and there seem to be fountain pens as well, but they are relatively rare and difficult to repair if broken. As a soldier, he has good physical control and his handwriting is better than Xiangzi's. When they are at the beach, he is always the one who writes.

……

After sending the letter, I tried the food in the royal capital.

In terms of the richness of flavor, it is not as comprehensive as modern ones, but there are many novel ingredients and very strong local characteristics, which are eye-opening.

Satisfied return.

As for musical instruments, I bought a violin and two clarinets.

Only after becoming a householder did I realize how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. Considering the proficiency and portability, I finally bought these.

There still needs to be a piano at home, but not now. Pianos made of special wood are very expensive and cannot be shaken.

I'll buy it when I get the flying magic back and can transport like Solitiel. I'll save some money before that.

The main purpose of this trip was furniture, so I didn't skimp on it at all. I still remember the conversation just now:

"The furniture here won't break down even after twenty years!"

"The ones I have here can last for fifty years! As long as they're not soaked in water, they won't go bad!"

"They all feel a bit short. Is there anything that can last more than a hundred years?"

Taking into consideration that they will have a day to "graduate", Ms. Frillian will continue to stay in this forest, and the furniture should be of reliable quality, so as to avoid seeing the elves picking mushrooms in the house when they meet in the future.

"Qing is thinking too far ahead. Don't be influenced by the elves' view of time."

Xiangzi said seriously.

"really."

Qing nodded.

He was thinking about his evolutionary ability, hoping that he would not evolve towards the direction of an elf again.

Thousand-year Magician: 83. Don’t let waiting become a regret

When I got home, I saw Fulilian lying on the ground in the posture of a leader, pointing her hand forward.

"Flillian! What are you doing?"

"Ah, fell asleep."

Just fell asleep.

The elf magician turned over and sat up, rubbed his hands and feet, patted his butt, and felt a little cold.

"It's your fault that I developed a bad habit of eating three meals a day. I didn't eat today, and I was hungry, so I lay down to rest, and then I fell asleep."

"Putting aside whether it's a bad habit or not, lying on the floor is just too weird. Why not go to the bed?"

She turned her face away, "Because I'm dusty and don't want to dirty the bed."

This expression of cherishing the living environment made Qing smile.

Then the reckoning begins.

"Hey, Ms. Flillian, before we left, I told you not to eat all at once, right? You didn't eat today, so please tell me where all that extra food went, okay?"

"that……"

The elf began to talk about other things.

"What a nice weather today."

"It's already dark, and with the wind being so humid, it's probably going to rain tomorrow... Forget it, why don't you help me move the things?"

This elf magician seems easy to handle, but since we've only known each other for a short time, we shouldn't have any excessive contact.

Qing helped her straighten her bangs and brushed off the dust on her clothes, even though the wooden floor was clean.

……

The magic lamp that was brought back was hung on the ceiling, and from a distance, the room suddenly became bright.

Xiangzi thought it was very warm and beautiful, and ran out two or three times to admire the wooden house in the night, until the wind grew stronger and the clouds obscured the moon.

"Ms. Fulilian, please check if the attic windows are closed. It's really going to rain."

This was the first rain in the wooden house, which made Qing and Xiangzi very much looking forward to it. The ordinary weather became extraordinary.