Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 65 Another Winter Arrives Through Correspondence [5K]

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Allen,

How have you been lately?

It's been almost a year and a half since we parted ways. I wonder if you've grown taller? I used to ask you, and you always said you were 1.6 meters tall, which was clearly nonsense. Rudy said in his letter that you've grown almost half a head taller than last year.

Moreover, he mentioned that you told me before that your facial features are now very soft and that you can even tie your hair into a braid at the back of your head. Just from the words, I don't really get a sense of it.

I'm so curious.

Continuing from where we left off last time.

I had repeatedly ventured into the maze, and I don't know if it was because I always ventured into the maze alone that I made a name for myself, but I actually received an invitation from the royal family of the Kingdom of Xilong to hire me as the prince's tutor.

To be honest, I'm very tempted.

Before entering the maze last time, following your advice, I carefully discussed with Rudy how to enhance the power of magic. Indeed, he is a genius; there are some directions I hadn't even considered. You guys have been a great help.

According to his letter, Hilfi's magical skills have now officially advanced to the level of a senior magician, her hair has grown to shoulder length, she has matured a lot, and she talks less, but she still seems to always like to stick to you.

Although Rudy's words were quite dismissive, I imagine I'd find it quite amusing to actually see that scene. Heh, I must say, Alan is still incredibly popular with girls.

I heard Rudy say that Hilfi once asked you if you wanted to grow your hair into braids like mine, but you flatly refused, saying something strange like white hair should be shoulder-length.

Would Eren prefer shoulder-length hair? And what's white hair? White hair? But Sylvie's hair is green.

Ah, I digress. Anyway, please congratulate Silphie for me. After all, if three people send letters to the same location, the cost will be three times higher. I'll send her more letters after I take office and my income stabilizes.

Speaking of the Kingdom of Xilong, it's a country with rather peculiar customs; some people even ride elephant headscarves. I couldn't find a suitable gift for you this time, but a few months ago, while wandering the capital, I discovered some beautiful things.

—In the river of the capital, there are many beautiful pink flowers, not growing from the soil as we usually see, but rather resting directly in the water with their green, disc-shaped leaves. Their petals are very narrow and long, and when fully open, they are gracefully charming. In Xilong, they are considered the national flower.

Okay, actually, I didn't know what to send you this time, I really racked my brains but couldn't come up with anything.

Then just now I suddenly realized that this petal, which I've always used as a bookmark, is really cute, so I'll keep it. I don't know if you'll like it.

Hmm. I always seem to have this problem when writing letters. I have a lot to say, but when I put pen to paper, I don't know what to say, which results in the letters always ending very briefly.

Next time we meet,

When will it be?

If you wish to reply, please send one to the Adventurers' Guild and one to the Shiron Palace, in case I miss your letter.

—Luo Qixi.

Oh, right! Stop calling me "Mama Blue" all the time!! What kind of talk is that! Am I that old?

They always call it a term of endearment.

Do you think I'll be happy just because you're making excuses like that?

This is really inexplicable—

In the northern part of the Kingdom of Asra, separated from the Kingdom of Xilong by the Crimson Dragon Mountains, lies the territory of Fituya, specifically the village of Buyena.

A year seems like nothing more than the coming and going of wind and snow.

Last year, when Allen was reading letters here, they fluttered out the window.

This year, it's the same as always.

The knight's house in the village wasn't too cold because the fireplace was burning well.

Allen put down the letter in his hand, his gaze shifting from the last three sentences with slightly messy handwriting. He couldn't help but smile, the image of Luo Qixi's somewhat flustered appearance flashing through his mind.

"The original story says that demons aren't very bright, but Loki clearly seems to be very bright."

This must be a fallacy.

He turned to look at the snow outside the window.

Another year has passed; time really flies.

Time has left its mark on his rapidly developing body; his features, which were somewhat immature yet sharp a year ago, have changed considerably. Even now, just sitting in a chair, it's clear that he's grown significantly taller than last year.

His hair had grown long, tied in a short braid at the back of his head, and the hair in front of his forehead had been trimmed, with slight curls hanging down in front of his eyebrows. His eyebrows had been completely softened, and his eyes, after a year of being immersed in the laughter and joy of the Greirat family, were no longer sharp, but curved and squinted, appearing quite harmless.

The frameless glasses still perched on his nose added a touch of scholarly elegance to his demeanor.

Allen reached out and picked up the so-called "national flower of Xilong" next to the letter, examining it closely.

They are lotus petals.

There is no corresponding synonym in this world.

It seems that because it had been pressed between the pages of a book by Luo Qixi for a long time, it had become a dried flower specimen. The texture of the petals was preserved very well, without a single cut due to drying.

Allen gently touched the edge of the petal with his index finger, then carefully placed it next to the Lokishi figurine.

He then folded the letter, put it back in the envelope, and opened the drawer.

Inside the drawer was a whole stack of letters, and next to it, in an open wooden box, were gleaming magical beast fangs, exquisitely carved magic stone decorations, and a somewhat exotic-looking rope used to wrap around a knife hilt.

And a male puppet sculpted in a hideous manner, which can be vaguely discerned to be a wild man with slicked-back hair.

Even though Allen had seen the puppet hundreds of times in the days since he received it, he still couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed when he saw it again.

"What is this sculpture? Why don't you ask Rudy for advice and make one using clay magic? Mama Blue is still the same Muggle as ever; the idea that she's quick-witted is definitely an illusion."

It's worth mentioning that ever since Lokishi first sent a birthday gift, and Allen reciprocated with a powdered Battier flower seed, the two of them, inexplicably yet naturally, continued to exchange gifts in their subsequent correspondence.

Allen shook his head and pulled a blank sheet of paper from the drawer.

This action brings out a fallen leaf that serves as a space between the old and new sheets of paper.

It was a round, broad leaf, seemingly fallen from some kind of evergreen tree, now yellowed and crafted into an exquisite bookmark.

Allen reached out and carefully pinched the leaf bookmark between two fingers, looking down at the bottom of the leaf.

There were three characters written there, the handwriting was delicate, small and neat, and the strokes were made carefully, without damaging the veins of the leaf at all.

"For Allen."

Allen looked at the words and a smile crept onto his face.

He glanced quickly at the wind and snow outside the window, then picked up his pen and began to write.

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Dear Blue Mama,

When you see this letter, it will probably be about a month later, as usual.

By now, you should already be working as a tutor in the Kingdom of Xilong. After all, they offer so much. Knowing you as I do, I'm sure after thinking it over, you'll still follow the call of your heart.

This is so real.

It's worth mentioning that I once heard adventurers from the south say that the princes of the Kingdom of Shilon all have various vices, but perhaps it's because of their pampered and spoiled nature? Or maybe they're not bad people? You shouldn't always compare other people's magical talents with Rudy's, as that can easily damage their self-confidence.

Of course, this is only advice regarding the professional ethics of a tutor; as for the prince's character...

I have no idea.

If he does anything excessive, such as sexual harassment, please use Fire Ring on him immediately and do not hold back.

Regarding Lufi's hair.

When you see her again in the future, you'll understand that an elf like Sylphie is actually better suited to shoulder-length hair, which would make her look more energetic if her ears were exposed. Just like how you look more charming (scratch that) and elegant with braids.

Therefore, everyone has a hairstyle that suits them.

As for the white hair, that was probably because the sunlight was so bright that day that it made her hair stand out, so I just blurted it out.

What does it mean to "try to please girls as always"? Are there many girls around you when you're with me?

Or are you referring to Sylphie? Are you perhaps mistaken? Sylphie is so young!

Speaking of the flowers you sent me, I was fortunate enough to see them in a book at the Royal Capital Museum. According to the book, although the leaves support the flowers and "lie" in the river, they actually grow from the soil.

If you don't believe me, next time you can look in the mud under the leaves; you should find its roots and stems.

Oh, by the way, although the root looks dirty, it turns white after washing and has a hole in the middle. You can eat it if you cut it open.

It might not have much flavor and might not suit your taste. I suggest soaking it in sugar water before eating; that should make it more refreshing.

Um... I saw these in a book, but you can try them to see if they're edible. I'm sure you're not afraid of getting poisoned, since I sent you quite a lot of Buttercup flower seed powder before.

As for gifts, I'm just as clueless as you are—

Allen stopped writing at this point. Although his hand was writing things like "I have no clue what to write," there was no sign of distress on his face.

He picked up the letter in his left hand and suddenly reached out to open the window.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were swirling, and in an instant, a clump of snowflakes rushed in.

Allen braced himself against the wind and shut the window shut, waving his arm to disperse the snowflakes that were drifting in. At the same time, he stretched out his right index finger and poked at the air.

He wasn't poking at the air.

It was a crystal-clear, six-winged white flower, the size of a fingernail, which Allen changed direction with his Flowing Technique. In his senses, as if in slow motion, the petals drifted down slowly.

飘落

Then it landed on the paper. In that instant, the paper trembled in Allen's hand, and just a finger's width below the unfinished writing, it caught the largest snowflake in the clump perfectly.

The paper was soaked and then dried.

The flowers have disappeared.

But its 'traces' have been left on the letter paper.

In a world of swords and magic, the paper is rough, which makes watermarks more noticeable.

It was a flower with folds that resembled a seal.

Allen smiled, laid the letter flat on the table, and continued writing.

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You gave me a flower petal, so I'll give you one in return.

The snowflakes are from the village of Bouyena.

Also, I really like the evil god figurine you sculpted.

Don't carve it next time.

As for when we'll meet again.

Perhaps downstairs on a late summer night? Or maybe in a forest in springtime?

But one thing is certain: the farewell will come when the time comes. There's no need to be anxious; just wait.

I call this feeling...

"expect".

—Alan.

Oh right, I can't possibly not call her "Blue Mom." Like I said, it's a term of endearment and has nothing to do with age.

Don't you think it sounds more friendly and endearing to call me that?

Allen smiled and paused for two seconds to let the ink dry before folding the letter, placing it in an envelope, and stuffing it into a drawer. However, he bumped into a crumpled piece of paper on the corner of the drawer.

It's as if it's been repeatedly kneaded into a ball, only to unfold again.

His smile froze on his face, and with a somewhat inexplicable expression, he pulled the paper out of the drawer.

Unfold.

The dense, repetitive handwriting, like flies buzzing around, clustered together on the paper.

If you look closely, it's all three characters pieced together and rearranged.

"Future vision".

Beneath the handwriting, the three lines written a year ago had been completely covered up.

Allen looked down at the handwriting and remained silent.

"Wow~ Wow~"

A child's crying could be heard outside the door, along with the faint sounds of panicked conversation.

"Oh dear, why is Norren crying so much? She's completely inseparable from him. I remember Rudy was so easy to take care of back then. Is it because Rudy was so well-behaved?"

This was Senis's voice; she was completely helpless against Norren, who would burst into tears every now and then.

"No way, Mother, look! Luai~~~"

"Wow, hehe."

"Look, Noren isn't crying anymore!"

This is Rudy's voice. He often makes funny faces like this to comfort Noren when Noren cries, and Noren finds it very helpful.

"Young Master Rudy is indeed very sensible. He was as a child, and he still is now."

This is Lilia's voice, her tone tinged with helplessness. She has a clear understanding of Rudy's precociousness as a child.

"Wow!!"

The loud cry was Aisha's.

These commotions pulled Allen out of his emotions. He crumpled the paper into a ball again, threw it deep into the drawer, got up, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Senis, who had clearly gained weight after her pregnancy, was holding Norman, preparing to breastfeed. She smiled at Allen when he came down.

Lilia and Rudy, who had intended to comfort Aisha, ignored her when Allen appeared. Instead, they nodded to Allen and turned to take care of Senis.

Alan walked to the stroller amidst the crying.

Aisha, with her red hair, was crying in the stroller. When she saw Allen coming over, she immediately stopped crying and looked at Allen with bright eyes.

Allen couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

Aisha had been mischievous since she was a baby. He hadn't realized it until one after another, when he noticed that the little girl would start crying after Norren cried. That's when he realized something was wrong.

She then realized that Aisha had done it on purpose.

She wasn't crying because she was sad or anything, but because...

A subconscious choice to "fit in".

Noren cried. As her friend, it was fine for her to cry; besides, it would attract the adults' attention.

From this perspective, "quirky and clever" isn't quite the right word. It's more accurate to say that Ai Xiatian is naturally intelligent, or that her thoughtfulness is ingrained in her instincts. She's adept at reading people and making the most appropriate responses to the situation—a "talent" she was born with.

Allen and Aisha looked at each other, smiled with narrowed eyes, leaned over the stroller, rested his chin on his hand, and gently tapped Aisha's forehead with his finger, whispering something.

"What's wrong, getting bored?"

Aisha reached out and touched Allen's fingers, her two little hands trembling.

Allen shook his head, picked up a spoon from beside the stroller, and controlled it with the flow of magic, making it flutter and jump in his palm.

Aisha's chubby little face immediately lit up with a smile. Her crystal-clear, glass-like eyes looked at the spoon one moment and then at Allen's face the next, looking utterly delighted.

After playing with the spoon for a while, Allen put it away and patted Aisha's head.

"Sweetie~ Aisha has been smart since she was little~ When you grow up, you should speak up if you have any needs, don't keep them bottled up inside~ that's not a good habit~"

Aisha was only a few months old, and her short red hair was only about the length of a finger joint. She couldn't understand what Allen was saying, but she just held Allen's finger and made silly giggles with the up-and-down sounds of a baby.

While changing Norren's diaper, Lilia glanced at this scene with a gentle expression.

The snow continued to fall outside the window, scattering the faint conversation that could be heard inside.

"Uncle, it's been several days since Uncle Roltz called him out, and he still hasn't returned."

"No, I heard there was a monster riot in the forest."

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into the night.

A certain inn in the capital of Xilong.

Looking out the window at the moonlight, Luo Qixi squinted, looking somewhat tired.

On the table next to her were many lotus petals that had been made into bookmarks, most of which had some flaws, and not a single one was intact.

Luo Qixi rubbed her sore eyes, somewhat helplessly tucked all the flower petals between the pages of her book, and closed it.

"Time to sleep."

"These bookmarks are a failure. I was hoping to make a whole flower. But after several months, I only have one perfect bookmark. I wonder if Allen will like it."

"Am I really a reckless person?"

She blew out the candle on the table, took off her monk's robe, and lay down on the bed.

Then she reached under her pillow and took something out of her hand. A moment later, even breathing began to fill the air, and Luo Qixi fell asleep.

Moonlight streamed through the window like water, illuminating her hands.

In her hand was an exquisite wooden puppet. Although it was not as exquisite as the clay magic Rudy made, its face, which looked like it had done something wrong and was covering its mouth in a flustered manner, was very charming.

Luo Qixi clutched her miniature self, pursed her lips, and drifted off to sleep.

At this moment.

It was the deep winter of the year 413 of the Kakuryong calendar.

Allen has just turned eleven, Rudy is six months away from turning seven, and Sylphy is only two months away from turning seven.

The original storyline's tutoring period has begun.

There are six months left.

This is after the original storyline's childhood phase has ended.

Only six months left.

The outside of the book is numbing, the inside is sweet, offering some solace.

Here are 5050 words. The extra words were written by the deity on the left. If you want more chapters, please ask him, not me.

Not familiar with it.

Thank you so much.

(End of this chapter)