Reincarnation Band Magician

Haita recalled the lady, and it seemed that someone else came over...

Are there people like this in the surrounding forests? It seems that apart from the rumors of elves, there are no magicians... Oh, the uncle at the grocery store said he saw people living there...

My head hurts...

Goddess...

Trying to keep his thoughts in line, Haita crawled out of the bed. He was a little flattered by the white and fluffy quilt, but worried about getting it dirty.

The outer garment was folded and placed beside it, as were the goddess's sacred text and ornaments.

Try to open the door.

The aisle was warm and the smell of food wafted over.

"You're awake, come and have something to eat."

A man came out carrying a stew, his face was somewhat gentle, and there was a pendant on his chest.

"Don't worry about anything else. We found spare parts in the carriage and have already replaced them. The horses have also been fed."

Fulilian's dilapidated house has been recycled again. It's great that it didn't go to waste.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi nodded to him kindly. It was respectable that someone of his age could work and was self-reliant, especially since he came from an orphanage.

"Well, I'll just go back... Thank you for your kindness!"

"We used magic to move the car here. You can't leave now because it's dark."

This is a perfect place to shoot a horror movie.

Haita had no choice but to accept the offer.

"Also, since we've bought the beer here, we can go back directly tomorrow. My suggestion is that if possible, bring someone who knows how to do some simple repairs next time."

"Ah, thank you. Actually, he did, but before he left, he got drunk and broke his leg..."

What's going on with the monks here?

Haita recalled the lady who seemed to have beer flowing in her veins. When he drank two glasses, the other party had already drunk half a bucket. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't defeat her. The amount of beer she consumed alone might be enough to consume an entire manor.

"By the way, there's no wine at dinner."

"terribly sorry……"

"I don't mean to blame you."

……

The next morning, Haita missed his beer and food and recited the goddess's teachings again to calm his mood.

He pressed the purse in his arms.

This time, I have a lot of things to show off to my friends. Not only are there elves living in this forest, but there are also two magicians.

Like a reclusive magician in a fairy tale.

He remembered his friend's constant chatter about challenging the devil when he grew up.

If that day ever comes, just invite them.

……

three days later.

The gentle and elegant Ms. Aite once again came to the royal capital.

She held her cute daughter's hand and told her about her excitement about meeting her brothers and sisters.

In this era, a separation of more than half a year was not considered long. After the daughter of a noble got married, she was considered not to have married far away if she returned home once every two or three years. In places with bad situations, getting married was like being dead, with no news from her husband or wife.

This time it is indeed a bit longer, after all, we saw it every day before.

Before we even got close to the city gate, my daughter started crying.

"Are you hungry? Wait until we get in..."

"Wow wow-"

"Did you miss us?"

The child was gently picked up.

Qing put her on his shoulder, then looked at the lady who was like an elder sister, "Aite, long time no see."

"Qing..." She smiled, "Long time no see."

……

PS: Yes, I forgot, I can’t tell the color of Solitaire’s pendant either.

The Continental Magic Association was established 30 years after the Demon King was defeated, reportedly because the quality of magicians began to decline.

Considering the elves' perspective on time, it is normal for it to take several years from the time an idea comes to fruition.

Thousand-year Magician: 118, Continental Magic Association

"Eite!"

Girls are always closer to each other, so Xiangzi hugged her directly, showing his longing for this lady who was both his teacher and friend.

He used his arms to express his passion, and then he put his hands down and rubbed her waist.

"You've lost a bit of weight. Have you been eating well?"

"Well," Aite hesitated and replied, "After I cook for myself, my nutritional intake is more balanced."

To put it in a more low-EQ way, the food I cooked is not very tasty and I can't eat too much.

"You've been losing weight behind my back again!"

"No, Xiangzi also..."

The lady touched and looked, but if she wasn't lying, she couldn't find any place where she had lost weight.

Didn't you say you were excavating ruins in the south? Why do you look a bit plumper? But it's just right for Xiangzi; she was too thin before.

Not-so-cold knowledge: Whether it is beer, fruit wine or white wine, they are all high-calorie drinks.

The two hugged each other like good friends.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After the hug, little Clara was put down after being close to her brother and pulled her sister's clothes.

Although I like both my brother and sister, I prefer to be closer to my brother.

Aite’s education has always been good.

"Sister...hug..."

"Hey~ Clara, can you say my name? I'm Sakiko-nee."

"elder sister."

"Sakiko, sa-ki-ko, say it after me."

"Saki!"

"good!"

"Qing! Brother!"

"Aite, did you secretly teach her Qing's name?"

"No, maybe it's because the pronunciation of Qing is short."

Aite watched them interacting with a smile.

Xiangzi likes cute and sensible children like Clara.

In Aite's opinion, holding the child makes her look more mature.

When Xiangzi met many people before, he always called them "Ms.," instead of "Miss" as he would for an unmarried girl.

However, the former also means respect, so it is not considered rude to use it when you are not sure.

When Xiangzi was playing with the children, Aite did not miss this and came over to hug Qing.

"I feel a little stronger now. I've been exercising well."

"Hmm," Qing nodded as the familiar smell made him feel nostalgic. "But I'm still learning magic."

They are still following the development path of the demons, using magic to enhance melee combat. Their use of magic is stronger than that of humans, and their individual qualities are far superior to humans.

But we just met, so let’s not talk about those things that will spoil the mood.

Let me talk about the happy things first.

"Flillian has developed magic to remove the restrictions. Should we rest first or solve the problem first?"

There is no need to wait for an answer. With their tacit understanding, the answer is already there when the question is asked.

"Let's go. We've already introduced our new friend to Fulilian in advance."

……

Flying near the royal capital is still a dangerous thing. After all, the Magician's Guild is here. Be careful if you fly, or you might be mistaken for a demon and shot down.

So they took a carriage. This was also a normal carriage for them to ride together. After seeing each other again, everything they did felt new and they found it interesting as the carriage rocked and swayed.

Clara hid in Qing's arms and secretly looked at the horse pulling the cart in front.

After playing for a while, Xiangzi and Aite talked about elves.

"That's right, Lady Fulilian has really bad habits..."

"That's me too..."

We reached a consensus on the Tucao Elf's view of time and life.

Fulilian often spends the entire afternoon in a daze, and Celie reads all day long.

But if I keep complaining about the bad things, I feel guilty about saying bad things behind their backs, so I have to mix in some good things too.

"The teacher praised Lady Fulilian's talent."

"Then I guess I have a problem with her personality," Qing replied with a smile.

From the letter sent by Celie, it can be seen that the elf is very tough in magic and has the feeling of a tyrant.

Every tough monarch dislikes a turtle like Fulilian who wags its tail in the mud. It is really annoying that someone has talent but does not use it in what she believes is the right path.

Aite smiled but did not answer these controversial questions.

When she relaxes, she actually becomes quite lively - which is very similar to Xiangzi.

"It's almost noon now. The snow here has almost melted. Aite, let me tell you, a few days ago..."

"You can't say desuwa!"

"Xiangzi, you..." Aite's face was complicated, "You really like wine, but drinking all day is not good, especially for a monk who leads the goddess astray."

Even though he was picked up by the great magician on the road, Aite's respect for the church remained unchanged.

"ok, I get it."

Being scolded, Xiangzi's expression tended to develop like Fulilian's, mixed with helplessness, helplessness and confusion.

Aite couldn't help but pinch her face. "But I believe Xiangzi is not an alcoholic. He only drinks when he is happy, right?"

"Yup!"

"Yeah, maybe it's because Xiangzi got drunk and he was left alone and felt a little lonely."

Love is specific and specific.

But both of them said it was impossible and did not understand her intentions at all.

Xiangzi, is there something wrong with the way you fight?

Isn't this still the same as before?

However, there is actually a little change. They seem to get along very naturally. There must be some relationship between them that she doesn't understand.

Now is definitely not a good time to talk about love.