Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Ye Shanming stood in front of the window, a furry seed mouse stood on his hand, and there was a magic circle the size of a fingernail on its back.

He pressed his right index finger on it, and the message left by Celia flowed into his mind. After a moment, he sent the seed mouse out the window and watched it run away.

He told Celie the news of the Demon King's rebirth. The seed rat just now was the messenger between him and Celie. Celie replied that she had arranged for the first-level magician Linel to sneak into the imperial capital, and asked him to take time to return to the branch as there was something important.

"Master Ye Shanming, it's snowing!"

Philen's voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw snowflakes falling from the sky. The sky, which had been sunny not long ago, was now completely covered by gray clouds.

Seeing this, the villagers packed up their things, returned home and closed their doors, preparing to spend the abnormal weather. Only a man in a black coat walked towards the room where Ye Shanming was temporarily staying.

"Excuse me, can I bother you for a moment?"

There was a knock on the door accompanied by a man's voice. Ye Shanming opened the door and let him in.

"Thank you."

The man walked into the room and took off his black smock, revealing the monk's clothes he was wearing. He looked somewhat similar to Zain, and the pendant around his neck attracted Ye Shanming's attention.

"That's the holy seal hanging around your neck, right? Does that mean you're the chief priest of this area?"

“Yes, I am also the brother of the monk Zain whom you rescued today.”

The officiant's face showed genuine gratitude: "I came here to thank you."

“After all, it wasn’t me who saved Zain, the person I should thank is inside.”

Ye Shanming shook his head and pointed at Fulilian, who turned back in bewilderment. When the officiant saw Fulilian's face, his body trembled, his face filled with shock.

"Are you... are you the Lady Fulilian that Lord Haita once mentioned?"

"Hmm? You know Haita?"

"This holy seal was given to me by Lord Haita himself."

The chief priest explained and then talked about his relationship with Haita.

Haita, who was then a bishop in the Holy City, came here for an inspection and discovered his talent. He not only gave him the Holy Seal, but also invited him to the Holy City. However, considering that he had to take care of his younger brother Zain, he finally refused.

"I didn't expect this drunken monk to actually do serious work."

Ye Shanming sighed, and the chief priest looked struggling, but finally he became firm, as if he had made some important decision, and looked at Fulilian who was warming herself by the fire.

"Lord Fulilian, I hope you can take my brother Zain away from this village."

Then, fearing that Fulilian might refuse, he added:

“I am only a country monk after all, but my brother Zain’s talent far surpasses mine, and he will certainly not hold you back.”

"Why? In the story you just told, you and your brother had a very deep bond, didn't you?"

"That's why I don't want him to live a monotonous life in the countryside like me. When he was little, he always said he wanted to be an adventurer. I think he must be waiting for someone to give him a push."

In the end, the high priest still did not receive a reply from Fulilian and could only leave for the time being.

"Lady Fulilian, wouldn't it be great to have more monks in the team? Why don't you agree to it?"

At night, Philen lay in bed, watching Fulilian stamping her feet from time to time while studying the magic book, and asked his doubts.

Whether it is illness, poisoning or curse, monks can handle it properly, not to mention that their next target is extremely dangerous. If there are monks in the team, safety will be greatly improved.

"Maybe it's just like attracts like."

Fulilian looked at the page without turning her head: "But Ye Shanming will take care of it."

"Believe him."

In the tavern, Ye Shanming pushed open the door and walked in. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes swept in, and the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the stench of cigarettes rushed into his nose.

It was snowing heavily outside and the pub was deserted. There was only one table of people sitting there, with chips and cards in front of them, obviously gambling.

"Hey, it's you, bro. Want to play a couple of rounds?"

Zain raised his head from the table and greeted Ye Shanming with a smile. Ye Shanming nodded and moved a chair to make a space between the two of them.

"How to play?"

Chapter 28: The legend of the mysterious shirtless man under the moon in the village.

The tavern was filled with smoke and the fireplace was blazing. Zain loosened his collar, slowly exhaled a puff of cigarette, and looked at his cards extremely nervously, uncovering them bit by bit, his movements so slow that it seemed as if there was a beast hidden underneath.

But no matter how slowly it took, the cards would eventually be revealed. The moment he saw the cards clearly, all his bones seemed to be pulled out of his body, and he collapsed in the chair.

"I won again, it's your turn to fulfill your bet."

Ye Shanming, on the other hand, remained calm and looked at Zain, who had lost all hope in life.

The latter's mouth twitched, and he looked at him hopefully:

"Can we change the bet?"

“Zain, if you’re willing to gamble, you have to admit defeat.”

"Yes, yes."

But before Ye Shanming could speak, the other two uncles at the same table persuaded him instead, but from the narrow expressions on their faces, it was obvious that they wanted to see Zain fulfill the bet.

"You two guys."

Zain trembled as he placed his hand on his collar, but in the end he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He looked up at Ye Shanming again, hoping to get a last bit of mercy from him.

"Look, you're a normal person, and betting doesn't mean anything to you. Can we try something more normal?"

"Since you say so, it's not impossible."

Ye Shanming put his feet on the table and nodded. If he were in Tokyo, he would be a real gangster.

"After all, I'm not some demon. Once the snow stops, come with us."

The expression on Zain’s face froze for a moment, then gradually faded away. He raised the wine glass beside him and sullenly drank a large sip.

"Has my brother looked for you?"

Ye Shanming nodded, Zain gritted his teeth, put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and made his choice.

The cold wind was howling, and Ye Shanming returned to the wooden house with the wind and snow, throwing a large bag of clothes in his hand onto the floor.

Looking out the window, he could see a stealthy figure moving towards the church. But when he came to a house with his arms folded, the window happened to be opened and a basin of cold water was poured directly on him.

"Ah! Son, come quickly, there's a weird guy wandering around the village without clothes!"

The lights in the village quickly lit up, and when Zain heard the screams, he had no choice but to continue hiding. He ran towards the church, but he covered his face with his hands, fearing that he would be recognized by the villagers.

At this time, he even had to thank Ye Shanming for at least leaving him with a pair of underwear to cover his shame.

"what's the situation?"

The commotion in the village also alarmed Fulilian who was reading a book. She came out with her magic wand and asked Ye Shanming. Just as she was about to open the door to check the situation, she was grabbed by Ye Shanming.

"It's okay, it's okay. There's just an unscrupulous monk exercising in the snow."

Fulilian glanced at him, gave up her curiosity, put away her magic wand, and turned to walk towards the room.

"You just have to know it yourself."

The next morning, Zain ran over in the wind and snow, pushed open the door, ignored the stunned Philen's gaze, walked directly to Ye Shanming, and accused him:

"You went too far last night. Is your plan to embarrass me in the village until I'm too embarrassed to live there and am forced to leave with you?"

In response to his words, Ye Shanming drank a sip of hot tea without caring.

"Didn't you choose this yourself?"

“Is there a difference between these two?!”

Zain was very sad and angry about Ye Shanming's words, and challenged him again: 俉.

"Let's continue tonight. I don't believe you can keep winning! I want you to taste what I felt last night!"

In the tavern, even though the weather was cold, Zain's head was covered with sweat, his eyes widened, and even bloodshot appeared in the whites of his eyes, and he muttered softly:

"Goddess bless you, Goddess bless you..."

“Zain, you, who smokes, drinks, and gambles, actually expect the goddess to bless you?”

It was still the two uncles from last night. Upon hearing this, they laughed loudly and slapped Zain on the back. Zain's hand trembled and he turned the cards over completely. The moment he saw the cards, his face turned completely green.

But this time, he did not try to ask Ye Shanming to change his clothes. He started to take off his clothes very consciously, leaving only his underwear, pushed open the door of the tavern and ran towards the church.

A faint magical fluctuation came from behind him, and a ball of light rose into the air above the village, revealing his figure. The villagers were attracted to the window by the sudden light and saw him.

"Son, the weirdo from last night is here again!"

Zain could only cover his face with his hands and ran towards the church.

This sudden snowstorm lasted for about a month. Although Zain did not continue to look for Ye Shanming, he was still blocked by Ye Shanming in the tavern every night and lost all his wealth and clothes to him.

Zain would never forget the look his brother gave him every morning when he went to Ye Shanming to redeem his clothes.

After several days, he finally made a painful decision to quit gambling.

Although he failed to help his brother get over his emotional problems, the chief priest was very grateful to Ye Shanming for helping him quit his gambling habit.

On the road at the entrance of the village, Ye Shanming and the other two were preparing to set off again. Although they felt a little uncomfortable because of Ye Shanming's prank during this period, Zain still took the initiative to come and see the three of them off.

"So you're still planning on staying here?"

"I'm already at this age, and I no longer have any desire to be an adventurer."

Zain lit a cigarette and answered Ye Shanming’s words. The latter nodded. He had done what he could, and there was nothing he could do without persuasion.

"By the way, can I ask you something?"

Zain called out to Ye Shanming: “You shouldn’t be such an enthusiastic person, why are you so persistent in my brother’s commission?”

“It’s because of this guy.”

Ye Shanming patted Fulilian's head, earning her an angry glare: "In a sense, Fulilian is the same as you. She will definitely want to give you a push."

"Really? But I see she just stays in her room and sleeps every day."

Zain was skeptical about Ye Shanming's words, but Fulilian directly answered his doubts:

"Because I believe Ye Shanming can definitely handle it. If he can't do it, then I certainly can't do it either."

"I'd like to ask, what is the relationship between you two?"

Zain stopped smoking and glanced obscurely between the two people’s fingers.

"Better friends, huh?"

"Friends."

Ye Shanming and Fulilian looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

The lit cigarette was uncontrollably broken between Zain’s fingers. He silently took out another one and lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then slowly spoke:

"I'm talking to you two."

"Hurry up and date me!"

Chapter 29: Being targeted by a crazy beautiful girl.

"Why don't you leave with them?"

Zain stood at the entrance of the village and watched the three figures disappear into the woods. The officiant walked out from behind him and looked at him sideways.

"It's been ages since we two brothers have really talked. How about we catch up?"

"You know, bro, that gorilla warrior guy. He said he'd come back in three years, but now it's been ten years. He might be dead already."

“Have you given up before you even set out? If you don’t catch up now, will you regret it for the next ten years, Zain.”

A rare look of anger appeared on the officiant’s face. Zain exhaled a long puff of smoke, and the smoke enveloped his face, making it difficult to see his expression. His voice was low:

"Besides, brother, you could have gone to the Holy City, but for me, you chose to stay in the village. How could I do something as selfish as leaving you?"

Snapped!

A loud slap hit Zain’s face hard. He covered his face in confusion, watching his brother show an unprecedented furious expression, his mind in chaos.

“Don’t confuse me with you, Zain!”

"I chose to stay here, and I've never regretted it! And what about you? How long are you going to regret this?! Until you die like a puddle of mud?"