Reincarnation Band Magician

"No, Mr. Qing, I won't bother you this way. Could you please tell me the direction?" Little Xin Meier smiled. "If I don't go back at night, everyone in the courtyard will be worried and won't be able to sleep well."

Nagasaki Kiyoshi could understand, "But there are wild beasts at night, and there might be monsters nearby, so just to be on the safe side—"

"I'm fine on my own, but those are the ones I could beat at 8 years old."

"This……"

I remembered that the grocery store owner did say that there was a little kid in the village with great strength. It seems that this is the one.

"Okay, I'll give you my lamp. Um...it's a bit difficult to walk around here."

Qing thought for a moment and took out his wand.

The magic of a blooming flower field.

In the magical glow, the fragrance of flowers was carried by the night wind.

This brilliant scene was reflected in Xin Meir's slightly widened eyes.

“This way, next time you get lost and come here, you’ll know how to get there. The house is in that direction, so when you get tired, you can go there.

"Well, come on over first. Actually, we're going to be out for a while, and some food will go to waste if left alone. Please ask Xin Meier to help you solve it."

"I……"

The child, still in shock, had his shoulders pressed and had no way to refuse.

"let's go."

"Thank you so much……"

……

"Sinmer——"

"Why are you back so late?"

"I got lost while picking herbs."

"This smell... Is there still wild bread on the mountain where I collect herbs?"

The blue-haired child smiled softly and narcissistically. "This is food for the elves and magicians. Lord Xinmeier worked hard to bring it back—and there are also wild steaks."

The novice monk wearing glasses looked over there and said, "Those are the ones, right?"

My friend's smile turned peaceful, "Yeah."

……

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Millennium Magician: 126, Fulilian's Box

After applying the medicine for one night, the next day, the two people, who were arguing like children, finally took off the cloths on their faces.

By the way, they were fed plain dinner yesterday.

Even when eating, they were competing. Qing had to take a bite here and a bite there, and he couldn't use magic for fear of being seen as partial.

Last night he was wondering, is this taking care of two grumpy daughters?

This is how children get along with each other. They may no longer be angry, but since they have no way out, they continue to pretend to be angry.

When you grow up, learn to find the ladder yourself.

By the morning, everything was back to normal.

Considering the trip, some pre-prepared food was given to the children in the orphanage, so breakfast was fried eggs, toast and vegetable salad.

Fulilian chewed the shredded cabbage unhappily. Fortunately, there was some chicken breast in it. She took advantage of Qing's distraction to steal some of his meat.

Another episode that doesn't fit the stereotype.

Seeing Qing come back to his senses, the elf knocked on the table and started to talk business, "Let's not discuss yesterday's matter for now. In short, under normal circumstances, you have to listen to me."

"no problem."

Xiangzi chewed the vegetarian food and made a "hmm" sound.

It seems that he still cares a little bit.

"What's the departure time?"

Qing cut the fried egg toast into small pieces and pushed them back in front of the elf.

She nodded with satisfaction, "Let me think... maybe a year from now."

Qing silently picked up the egg yolk with a fork.

The elf changed his tone and said, "Okay, half a year."

"The day after tomorrow? I get it. Love you, Flillian."

"What I'm saying is..."

Qing stuffed the egg yolk into her mouth.

……

To go to other places, we have to rely on Fulilian's knowledge, but as for the north, Nagasaki Kiyoshi and Shoko are more familiar with it.

You still need to bring thick clothes in this season.

"Flillian, are you sure you want to take all these things with you?"

"That's not junk, Qing."

"Well, then your trunk won't hold anything."

Qing was discussing with Fulilian whether they could free up some space to store other things. This kind of magic tool box could hold much more things than it looked.

Although it is not as big as the previous one, it is still about half the size of a cabinet.

It's filled with all kinds of strange things, strange metals, wood, stones, medals, potion bottles, scrolls... You are the grocery store manager.

The elf was in distress, like an elderly person who was cleaning the house and faced with a pile of junk, finding it difficult to make a decision.

But Qing doesn't think these are junk.

Although most of them look similar.

Maybe even Fulilian herself had forgotten when some of them were put in. Each item must carry a part of Fulilian's past.

Maybe someday, when she looks at these, she will suddenly recall some nostalgic memories and smile.

"I really can't let it go."

"Then let me help tidy it up. At least it will make room for the seasonings."

"You actually put that kind of thing between my treasures, it's halal..."

If it were a comic, there would probably be a "＃" symbol above Nagasaki Kiyoshi's head. This elf is really infuriating sometimes.

He put down what he was holding for a moment and pulled the elf's face.

"Then, for Lady Fulilian's lunch, there will be no seasoning or sauce on the steak, and the same applies to the soup."

"Please forgive me."

The only thing that is comforting is that he is very aware of the current affairs.

After pinching and rubbing it as a comfort, Qing went back to continue packing.

Fulilian sat on the edge of the bed with no intention of helping, because she had helped clean the house in the past, and successfully increased her workload for half a day. After that, she was only responsible for magical matters.

"Hey, I said, Qing."

"What's wrong."

The elf touched his red cheek and asked, "Isn't this disrespectful?"

"Well, it depends on the situation," Qing said, leaning into the box to put something away, his voice muffled. "I take different approaches for different people."

"Are you calling me childish? You can't call me young just because I'm old. I've made a note of this once."

"Ugh."

"Remember you again."

……

It was unexpectedly difficult to pack Fulilian's suitcase, and it took almost the entire morning.

However, after tidying up some trivial things, the space freed up was larger than expected, and it was almost enough to fit their clothes and simple daily necessities.

Lunch was supposed to be steak.

Qing calculated the extra things he had to bring and realized that an ordinary suitcase would be enough. He couldn't help but sigh, "This is much fresher. It was a waste of effort that we carried so much stuff last time."

"Don't rely too much on the power of magic tools. You still have a lot to practice during your journey."

Fulilian said this again while shaking her legs.

Occasionally, there are moments of pride like this.

And the girl, who had no idea what she had been doing from morning till now, also had her own shy thoughts.

Xiangzi cut the steak, dipped it in sauce, chewed it in small bites, and then looked at Qing. He repeated this action many times.

It can no longer be called a hint, it's almost written on his face that "I have something to say".

Nagasaki Kiyoshi just ate calmly, and when even Fulilian was about to notice, he wiped his mouth.

"No beer."

"Don't drink alcohol while traveling. Except for monks, anyone who is addicted to alcohol will be doomed."

Fulilian expressed a prejudice that was not really a prejudice.

Qing thought of the one named Haita and wondered why monks didn't count.

The elf said, "Many monks drink alcohol, because prohibition is the most relaxed of the commandments. Humans always need some bad habits. The previous pope was an alcoholic.

"The reason why it doesn't affect adventures is that when they encounter danger, their magic will immediately eliminate the body's adverse reactions."

Qing glanced at Xiangzi and said, "Don't become a monk."

"I'm not thinking about that right now. Anyway, why do you think I'm going to talk about beer? You're looking at me with prejudice!"

Ms. Toyokawa said she felt discriminated against.

"Although I did want to say this just now, as compensation for hurting my feelings——"

"Dama."

"Qing~"

"No, it just won't work."

"That's a fantastic beer! Carefully brewed and re-bottled in well-preserved oak barrels, giving it a new flavor. Whiskey, sherry, brandy..."

Know them like the back of your hand.

The monks strictly abided by the precepts and drank beer at most. On this basis, they collected oak barrels for brewing other types of alcohol, so that the beer would be slightly tainted with the flavor of other alcoholic beverages.

Like a child testing its mother's limits, the goddess would surely burst out laughing if she saw the monks.

"No, it just won't work."

"Woo..."

But Qing realized something else.

Has Xiangzi drunk so much alcohol?

For people who don't drink, apart from cocktails with complicated ingredients, it is almost impossible to distinguish different types of beer and liquor, and the aroma of sauce and fruit is even more incomprehensible.

Many people who drink regularly don’t drink because they like alcohol, but just drink because they like to get drunk. These people often complain that the alcohol tastes bad.

At this point, he is no longer an ordinary alcoholic.

Fulilian still felt a little bit upset about yesterday, so she took the opportunity to whisper in Qing's ear, "When we were in the south..."