Reincarnation Band Magician

Miss Xiangzi maintained her disgusted expression and grabbed her teammate's face and rubbed it.

“But it’s still disgusting.”

"Please bear with me. I'll just keep this in Fulilian's place. I can use it occasionally."

Qing grabbed that and scratched his back.

"Aura is still useful."

At this time, Fulilian's calm and cold voice interrupted their excited discussion.

"Sorry to bother you, but it should be convenient now."

"what?"

Looking back, after entering the winding mountain road, the city can no longer be seen completely.

Then the elf put down the box and hugged his knees.

Qinghe Xiangzi then remembered her behavior during this period.

Before attacking Aura, Fulilian had a bad temper and now needs to be coaxed.

Do you just squat there and keep silent when you're angry? Fulilian, you naughty boy...

Then a soft sobbing sound was heard.

“Wu… Wuaaaaa…”

The elf began to cry loudly.

That was a vivid expression like that of a human child, enough to subvert people's understanding of elves.

Qinghe Xiangzi no longer cared about the topic of Aura's arm and stood there frozen.

Golden Journey: 155, Thousand-Year-Old Child

Is it scary when Fulilian gets angry?

very scary.

Qing Hexiang felt ashamed of his shallowness and arrogance for thinking he understood the elves after just one year of getting along.

"Why do you cry so much?"

"I don't know, but I think we should think about how to solve it."

Qing carried the howling Fulilian on his back, and felt the sound of her crying penetrate into his brain, making his whole head buzz.

After getting over the initial panic, they found that Fulilian in this state was like a human-machine, doing nothing but crying.

But he will drink water and eat food, and then whimper after eating.

"Is there some magic trick that makes you keep crying?"

"I don't think there's such a thing. This might be some strange ability of the elves."

"Qing, you're going to turn into an elf, hurry up and think of a way."

"It took two years to become a demon, and that was with them day and night. It might take someone who knows how long it will take to become an elf, but it definitely won't be now."

"I've been crying until dark."

They have always been in contact with the good child Clara, but now they feel a little bit of the torture of the "naughty child".

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaa…”

I cry no matter what I do.

Qing carefully observed Fulilian's behavior for a while, and after a while, he concluded that her normal personality seemed to be asleep, and her current body was probably really like a machine, only following the initial instructions.

What instructions would she give?

Cry until they apologize? Cry until tomorrow?

I hope it’s not something as capricious as crying for three days and three nights.

In short, there is no intention of stopping in the short term.

……

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"boom!"

Flillian cried as she used magic to evaporate the monster.

This state also has basic defensive instincts.

Although, the monster was attracted by her crying.

"Let's set up camp here today."

Qing looked at the open space and nodded with satisfaction.

There is flowing water not far away, and the view here is wide enough.

But the monsters in the north are indeed as numerous as rabbits, a nest can be formed in a minute, and there is also Fulilian, a mobile speaker.

"Leave this to me, Qing. Please, Fulilian is so troublesome."

"I understand."

Qing continued to communicate with Fulilian.

"Are you hungry?"

is crying.

"Are you thirsty?"

Pick up the kettle, drink water, and continue crying.

I guess he will eat when the food is served and he has basic self-care ability.

"Flillian, can you hear me?"

"Woooo..."

Still crying.

Qing looked into her eyes, which were filled with tears. His eyes were ignorant and childish, with some timidity, and lacked the calmness and clarity accumulated over the years.

If it was a frozen lake before, it is now a clear stream.

My guess is that the Frillian personality is sleeping, and the body's instincts dominate the mind, like a small animal in an unfamiliar environment with so many scary things, it's really scary.

Although it would be better to just leave it alone, seeing such an elf makes me feel like seeing Clara.

Qing's nanny tendencies reappeared.

He tried to reach out and touch the elf's hair as if it were a small animal.

There was no resistance, but a feeling of shrinking.

I guess he doesn't understand what you say, so there's no need to communicate verbally. A gentle look, soft movements, and some simple sounds will be enough.

……

Here, Ms. Toyokawa is in charge of camping matters.

First, make sure there are no signs of monster activity around. If you see any monsters, get rid of them. Then create a flat ground, sprinkle some magic potions to repel insects and deter wild beasts, and find some dry firewood as fuel.

The rest is up to Qing's omnipotent crystal magic.

These things are a bit troublesome to do, but they are much easier than dealing with Fulilian like that.

"I still can't like it..."

Xiangzi reflected on herself and realized that when she said she liked children, she actually liked obedient children. She used to think Clara was naughty, but now she saw that she was so well-behaved.

Sure enough, happiness is revealed through contrast.

When I was about to call Qing over, I turned around and found him walking towards me holding Fulilian.

Xiangzi felt a sense of disharmony at first sight.

That posture... was like holding Clara, with one hand under her hips and the other holding her waist.

If it is a child, the head will probably just cover the chest to the neck.

A thousand-year-old child is not a baby after all. No matter how petite he is, he is still quite tall. Now he is holding Qing, and he is hanging on Qing above the waist.

"what?"

After a moment of silence, Xiangzi realized that her crying had become softer, or rather, she was crying very perfunctorily, with only an occasional sob or two.

"How did you do it?"

"Just treat her like a child and comfort her. Fulilian's consciousness seems to have gone to sleep, leaving only her body to obey our commands and cry along with us. If you treat her like a child and comfort her, she will be much quieter."

She could control her body a little, just make sure she was crying.

Howling is crying, whimpering is crying, and intermittent sobbing is also crying.

"You can simply understand it as Fulilian in child form, or in a sick, feverish, and confused state."

"Hey, hey, Fulilian is over a thousand years old, eh?"

Ms. Toyokawa's expression at this moment was like that of a passing member of the organization when she saw Wu Tina imagining the king as a child.

Is that kind of thing possible?

Qing held Fulilian and gently put her down, touching her head.

Xiangzi discovered that she was holding a lollipop in her mouth - Qing had strung the candy on a small crystal stick. This seemingly unnecessary design was actually very clever.

At least now, it effectively alleviated the "little child's" liveliness and mischief, allowing her to keep her hands and mouth occupied.

"Let's eat later, good, dear~"

After being soothed like this, Fulilian hummed twice in response.

"So, Saki, you lack imagination. Things like this just take some effort. Okay, I'm going to build the camp. Could you please heat up dinner?"

"Okay, I get it now……"

So what is imagination? It's so ordinary and natural...

……

If you carry it for a long time, you need to consider the weight and the magic power consumed by "thawing", so Qing only prepared a small number of crystal "pre-made dishes", which were originally intended as comfort and diversion when you are bored during a long journey.

But now it seems that some of it must be consumed.

Dinner was beef stew with potatoes, which is difficult to make during normal travels, served with bread, and a piece of sweet cake for the children.

It was served in a crystal bowl and, because it was a little hot, placed on a crystal table. Two adults and a child sat on the crystal chairs.

"Blow it first, then you can eat it, ah~"

"Ugh~"

Qing scooped up a spoonful of rice soaked in soup, blew on it twice and handed it to Fulilian. After demonstrating this several times, she started eating by herself.

If left alone, the body that is "hanging up" will eat itself, but it will be burned the first time, so Qing taught it a lesson.

Xiangzi's eyes were calm as he sat opposite her, stirring the rice quietly.

The world of imagination is so cruel.

Qing seemed to be taking care of a child who had just learned to eat, while she only saw the thousand-year-old old woman acting pretentiously.

"Great job! Have a bite of cake. Don't mix it with your meal. Eat first, and this will be your reward..."

Ms. Toyokawa struggled to block out the voice and eat.

Fulilian's punishment is terrible.

Golden Journey: 156, The Elves in Memory

Night is coming.