Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

She let out an "Ah," and said to Phil with a hint of apology:

"Look at my memory, I just casually put some ground thyme powder in."

I'm used to it, and I think this flavor has more layers. I forgot to ask if you're used to it, please don't mind.

As he spoke, he showed the small, empty triangular bag made of rough oil paper.

There were traces of yellowish-green powder remaining inside.

It turned out to be the case.

It's a flavoring spice.

The budding wariness in Phil's heart was instantly suppressed by this reasonable explanation.

I was being far too sensitive; Young Master Solo was "pouring something in" right in front of me.

They even offered to explain, saying, how could it possibly be something else?

She felt a pang of shame for her momentary doubt, especially given the contrast with the other person's genuine enthusiasm for helping the poor.

"I didn't notice at all," Phil said with a smile, shaking his head and taking a sip of the soup.

The taste is indeed quite good, spicy with a hint of sweetness and herbal fragrance, it has a truly unique aroma.

The warm current flowed down the esophagus, dispelling the chill in the body.

"It tastes great, thank you for your trouble, young master."

Solo smiled after hearing this, said nothing more, and turned to lead the way.

"It's still cold outside. Come sit in my tent; it's warm there."

In the instant he turned around, a barely perceptible hint of indifference flashed deep in his eyes.

The probe is complete.

Phil, who had just stepped into the threshold of a junior apprenticeship, possessed spiritual perception and the ability to detect subtle energy fluctuations.

They are no different in essence from ordinary mortals.

Although she seemed to have noticed his deliberate attempt to leave a loophole in his "adding ingredients" act, she was easily convinced by his simple explanation.

Her expression showed only realization and a hint of shame; she did not delve deeper, nor did she use her meager spiritual power to investigate whether the soup was abnormal.

However, he didn't actually use any special ingredients; it was just real thyme powder.

It seems that junior apprentices, especially those lacking vigilance and practical experience, are not much different from lambs to the slaughter.

The carefully cultivated image of a "good person" has successfully lowered her guard, and things should go much more smoothly from now on.

"Young Master Solo... is such a good person."

Phil, following behind, watched the grateful faces of the people along the way carrying charcoal and smelled the warm aroma of the warming soup in the air, and couldn't help but say softly.

These words came from the bottom of her heart; they reflected her most genuine feelings in this relaxed state.

Solo, who was walking ahead, paused almost imperceptibly for a moment before resuming his normal pace.

He continued forward, simply replying with a curt remark:

"I hope so."

His voice was a little lower than before, as if it carried a hint of cold wind blowing in from outside.

Phil was somewhat puzzled, but didn't think about it too much.

The military tent was more spacious and tidy than Phil had imagined.

A huge, thick, soft white bearskin rug was laid on the floor.

A complete bear head specimen sits on one side of the entrance, its empty eye sockets seemingly still gazing at visitors.

The tent was simply furnished with a cot, a wooden box that served as a table, two folding stools, and a small copper stove burning charcoal to keep the tent warm and cozy.

Besides these, the most eye-catching items are a small brass incense burner placed on the wooden box and an open fan hanging on the wall above the bed.

This fan has a unique shape, completely different from the round fans Phil had seen at the Viscount's mansion, and it has obvious folding marks.

Four large characters were written in black ink.

"indomitable".

A wisp of very faint smoke, carrying the fragrance of pine and unknown herbs, rose up, adding a touch of tranquility and elegance to the simple military tent.

It seems that this young master Solo, though not concerned with pomp and circumstance and even content to live among the militia and serfs outside the city, is not a purely uncouth man who does not understand the pleasures of life.

Phil thought to himself, subtly raising his opinion of Solo by one point.

Solo casually used the dagger he drew from his boot to lift the imposing head section of the bearskin rug, and introduced it as follows:

"I hunted it in the forest in the northeast about two weeks ago, but unfortunately it was just an ordinary snow bear, not a magical beast."

His tone was flat, as if he were saying he had hunted a rabbit.

"Have a seat and some hot tea."

As he spoke, he skillfully boiled water in a small copper kettle.

Take out a plain-colored earthenware jar from the wooden box; inside are tea leaves that look to be of good quality.

Phil did as instructed and sat down on the folding stool covered with bearskin, taking off his heavy shawl and coat to reveal a pale yellow velvet skirt underneath.

The warm atmosphere inside the tent made her cheeks blush slightly.

Her gaze was once again drawn to the incense burner.

"Does Master Solo like incense?"

"Just something to play with, it's just to help you sleep."

Solo was putting tea leaves into a ceramic cup, answering without looking up.

"I haven't been sleeping well lately, and I keep smelling some weird odors."

He paused.

"As you know, the camp outside the city reeks of livestock, sweat, and the occasional stench of dealing with monster carcasses."

Mixing things together for too long will give anyone a headache, but this fragrance has a calming effect.

"I see," Phil said, indicating his understanding.

"I recently heard from El that there have indeed been more frequent signs of monster activity in the area?"

"Yes..." Solo poured out the first brew of tea, poured in hot water again, and the aroma of the tea gradually spread.

The two naturally started chatting about topics such as Warcraft events, winter defense, and their experiences in their respective territories.

Solo's knowledge far surpasses that of ordinary noble children of the same age. He has considerable insight into the terrain around Wolf City, the habits of magical beasts, and even the difficulties in resettling refugees.

His conversation was neither boastful nor obscure, which captivated Phil, who frequently raised his own questions or opinions.

Outside the tent, the cold wind howled, while inside, the aroma of tea filled the air, the fire crackled in the stove, and the incense soothed the mind, making the atmosphere of conversation increasingly harmonious and natural.

Phil gradually became completely immersed in this comfortable and frank atmosphere of communication, and his initial restraint and lingering wariness had long since vanished.

She took the second steaming cup of tea from Solo, blew on it gently, and sipped it slowly.

The tea soup was clear and sweet, mixed with the faint scent of pine wood in the tent, making people feel more peaceful and relaxed.

Just as she drank a few sips of hot tea and felt a warm sensation spreading throughout her body, her mind became exceptionally relaxed.

Solo, sitting opposite her, suddenly snapped his fingers lightly, seemingly casually.

The sound was crisp, but it didn't sound out of place amidst the crackling of the fire and the faint sound of wind outside the tent.

However, the instant the fingers snapped, Phil's clear, blue eyes, which had been focused intently on the sound, suddenly lost focus.

It was as if an invisible mist was spreading out, obscuring the brilliance in her eyes.

She remained seated, her hand holding the teacup hovering steadily in mid-air.

But the person fell into a strange state of stillness, and their reactions to the outside world became sluggish and patterned.

A hint of satisfaction finally flickered in Solo's usually calm eyes.

He leaned back slowly, his posture relaxed, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

It became.

The tea was mixed with a trace of "Liren San" (a type of herbal tea), and the tent was filled with carefully blended "Tranquilizing Incense" that has a calming and sleep-inducing effect, and even a slight hallucinogenic effect.

Together with the "goodwill" and "honesty" atmosphere that he deliberately created, they formed a delicate key.

Phil's own relaxed and trusting defenses are the lock.