Reincarnation Band Magician

After giving her brother a hug, Metis ran out happily holding the hand of her friend who was 30 centimeters shorter than her.

This is the Holy City, and Xiao Mo is at the level of an average adventurer, so there is no need to worry.

"Okay, please come in. The summer in the Holy City is also quite hot."

After walking in, Qing brewed a pot of fruit tea and filled it with ice cubes. Soon, a layer of small water droplets condensed on the surface of the porcelain.

Pour cool sweet water into the pot, and after drinking a cup, your mind will be clear.

"Let's talk before lunch, Haita."

As Qing was talking, Xiangzi put down the snacks and sat next to Qing, and they continued the conversation they had four years ago, which was like coaxing a child.

"Your eyes are still the same as before. Do you remember what we talked about back then? About adventure and the Demon King."

"You... actually still remember it. I thought you were just joking." Haita held the cup with both hands. When he felt the coolness, he raised his hands to cover his forehead to make sure he was not dizzy from the heat.

Qing sincerely affirmed his words, "I wouldn't play such jokes with children. Most of the time they won't remember it, but if one of them takes it seriously, they'll be very disappointed. So I was serious. At that time, I thought Haita and Xinmeier were very talented."

Haita pondered for a long time. "Xinmeier, I've been practicing swordsmanship for the past few years, and I've been injured frequently. In order to take care of that idiot, I've mastered a lot of divine arts... But, compared to the two of you, I'm afraid I still lack a lot. Are we really qualified?"

"What's important is character, Haita. As partners, sometimes we can lower our strength a little. The improvement brought by the team as a whole through cooperation is difficult for individuals to achieve."

Qing picked up a biscuit.

"It doesn't matter if the cookies are tasty or not, you can eat them, but if they are spoiled, you can't eat them. The most important thing for a good team is to have no 'bad guys' - people who destroy the team.

"The Demon King is in Endai. Starting from here, it only takes half a year, but the Southern Hero took a year to reach the northern plateau. It will definitely take us longer. It may be an incredibly long time when we look back on it in the future.

"There are many opportunities for training. You and Xin Mei'er are talented. I believe everyone will improve, and I look forward to your growth."

"I...I want to think about it for a while and discuss it with Xin Meier."

"No problem. This is a very important matter, arguably the most important choice in your life. Even if you agree now, I'll ask you to think it over carefully. Okay, let's end the business and start chatting. Don't hold such a heavy heart before dinner."

……

PS: As expected, the heights in the anime seem to be randomly filled in. I thought Xiangzi should be 160cm tall, but he is only 155cm tall. I think Fulilian is about the same height.

I feel a little dizzy, so I'll post two chapters first.

Long Journey: 343, Don't Eat It

While cooking, Qing saw Haita helping to clear the weeds around the house and repair and straighten the fence.

It seems that having a bad habit of drinking did not affect his growth into an outstanding monk.

After arriving in the Holy City, Qing's acceptance of "monks drinking alcohol" inexplicably increased a lot, and he even often ignored the fact that this was one of the precepts that should be followed.

Drinking is harmful to the body and is not recommended by the goddess, but it has purification effects and some magic that can improve organ metabolism, so it is not that harmful to the body, so you are still the goddess's good child.

This is somewhat self-deception.

But I believe that if those monks who work so hard can indulge themselves a little, the goddess will be able to tolerate it.

Because I really tried hard.

……

"This is delicious... This is super delicious too! Are you kidding me? If I only eat this on my trip..."

Haita's mouth was soon full.

A few years passed and he had forgotten the taste of his last meal in the cabin; only the concept of deliciousness remained in his mind.

I have been practicing as a monk in the past few years, and sometimes I have followed the old priest to get a lot of delicious food. Sometimes I wonder if I was too hungry at that time and that’s why I thought the food tasted so good.

That doesn't seem to be the case now.

But as an adult, food is no longer this young man's favorite.

After his stomach was full, he obviously ate slower.

It's like a child who goes to a friend's house to celebrate his birthday, waiting for the cake but feeling too embarrassed to speak and shy.

Qing probably knew what he was waiting for, and silently used magic to bring a box of wine.

"Brandy is a little strong," Xiangzi reminded him, "you're not very good at drinking, so it's better to drink it slowly."

"Ok!"

As he opened the bottle, Xiangzi thought about the iced tea he had just had, so he handed the wine to Qing and said, "Please cool it down for me."

Her control is still not as fine as Qing's.

"Ah."

Qing tapped the bottle lightly with his fingernails. With a "ding" sound, a tiny ice magic was released and it became cold.

When Uncle Qinggao was drunk, he muttered that beer at room temperature was terrible to drink. Now that the weather is hot, it would be more refreshing to drink it if it is chilled, right?

Anyway, Xiangzi was quite satisfied with his drink.

Haita took a sip and felt like a switch in his body was turned on. Ordinary people could only feel the spiciness, but on his tongue, he could taste the complex fragrance.

It feels like a strong wine, but it tastes surprisingly mellow. In this hot summer, the low temperature makes it easier to drink. The icy cool feeling penetrates the body, and then the hot alcohol spreads. If you feel hot, just use ice to quench it.

This cycle is a bit addictive.

In pursuit of that complex feeling, I can't help but drink one cup after another.

……

Haita opened his eyes.

The scene seemed familiar, but the magic lamp next to him and the dim light in the corner told him that it was dark - wasn't it just noon?

His mind became more active, and he remembered that this seemed to be the church room, and they had been staying here for the past few days.

[Weren't you eating just now? Why are you here?]

Haita sat up in confusion, feeling nothing for the drink, except for this empty feeling.

He wondered if this was a dream, but when he turned around, he saw the old priest eating next to him, and the smell of food...was from what he had just eaten.

"It's not a dream."

"Of course not, you kid, you're so drunk like that."

The old priest was used to the kid getting drunk, but he had never seen him pass out directly from drinking.

"You know what? You almost met the goddess."

Not an exaggeration at all.

"what?"

"What? You've never been drunk? Don't you know how much you can drink? You drank like that. Luckily, there were monks over there who used purification and healing spells to restore you. That's a lesson for you."

Only then did Haita vaguely remember what happened at that time.

Only Miss Xiangzi could drink in that way. He tried to imitate her and nearly drank himself to death.

"We will go back tomorrow. You have almost finished learning the magic."

"All right, old man."

Haita got out of bed, his eyes fell on the wine, and his throat moved.

"What does this wine taste like? I forgot."

"You still drinking?"

"A little bit~"

"Haha, no way. How much did you drink? This is all I have."

The old priest donated almost all of his salary to the orphanage. He usually just drank some mild beer brewed by himself. Occasionally, he would come to the Holy City and ask those old guys for some. This bottle of good wine was enough to keep him happy for a month.

"Oh, stingy."

……

Today, Xiaoxiang quickly got into a "tipsy" state.

The one next to it is faster. The life detection magic turns red and purple. When it transitions to black, you can switch to the magic to check the cause of death.

Purifiers were dropped one after another, and Haita was finally rescued without any danger.

In fact, even without purification, due to the characteristics of monks, their bodies will passively release the engraved divine arts in critical moments, but that will cause weakness in the next few days.

Only then did I realize that the techniques taught by the monks seemed to be very effective in removing alcohol?

Practice makes perfect.

It's as if I can see a future filled with the smell of alcohol.

There must be something wrong with this monk, right?

This can't help but make people doubt the future team configuration.

Put it aside after it’s cured. Qing hasn’t finished his meal yet.

"Wow--"

Xiao Mo opened the door and came in. He had eaten some snacks when he and Clara were buying groceries, and now he was just hungry, so he pinched his nose when he entered the room.

"It stinks! You're drinking in broad daylight, Clara-chan, don't come in."

"Is the smell still strong?"

Being in the air, she could not smell the stench, as she had already become one with it. She used the magic of wind to stimulate the airflow, and only after the air was exchanged did the two girls come in.

Qing sat down, looking at this pure and carefree child, and sighed: "Promise me, Xiao Mo, you will never become like this."

"Absolutely not. Who would like that kind of thing? Oh, little Xiangzi, you've become like Uncle Qinggao. Sigh."

Metis came over and poked her sister, who was a month younger than Xiaomu. She frowned in her sleep.

She may have thought she hid it well, but while alcohol tolerance can be disguised, the bottle never lies.

Everyone was gentle and saw through it but didn't say anything. Occasionally, when they talked about it, they would hold back their laughter when they heard Xiangzi say that he "got drunk after just one drink."

Little Clara squatted down and looked at the blue-faced monk. After giving him first aid, he put him on the floor and moved him back after dinner.

"He's so tall, Xiao Mo, can you help me compare him?"

So saying she lay down, and, standing on tiptoe, placed a fork above her head, and when she rose she saw that the fork was only beneath Hatta's ribs.

"I want to be this tall in the future!"

"How tall has it grown? My Clara."

After helping Celia deal with the miscellaneous items today, when Ate came back from sorting and registering the magic books, he heard the girl's childish words and walked in with a smile.

Then he saw the dust on her back and his smile disappeared.

After the mother finished gently educating her daughter, Qing heated up the rice again.

……

The old priest and Haita are preparing to return. I heard this yesterday when I was sending Haita back. We will meet again soon, so there is no need to say goodbye seriously.

Haita didn't eat much yesterday, so he cooked some extra dinner, crystallized it, put it in his pocket, and gave it to them to eat on the way.

On the way to the church to attend the lecture, Qinghe waved goodbye to the two monks.

"See you in a few days."

Long Journey: 344, Embracing the Future

After staying in the holy city for a week, they decided to return to the forest. If they stayed any longer, Fulilian would start crying and rolling around at home, becoming very difficult to deal with.

After bringing up this matter, little Clara has been pestering him for two days, making him cry and roll around.

There's nothing we can do about it.

On the last day in Stralu, a guest who wasn't really a guest came to the house.

"You're coming? I see."

After hearing what Celia said, Aite was a little surprised, but as a disciple, she only needed to follow the instructions, so she agreed.

Then arrange to order the ingredients overnight.