Wrong, my props refresh every day

Liu knelt on one knee beside the bowl of soup with the unique grace of an elf, the spoon trembling slightly on the tip of her boot.

Xier was completely immersed in the cream cake, her silver hair and strawberry jam were indistinguishable from each other.

Xingjian was lying in the middle of the long table, looking at the crystal chandelier shaking above his head - the propeller of the bamboo helicopter was stuck in the lamp frame and was struggling to survive.

"I just cleaned the crystal chandelier!" The soprano voice came over with the aroma of beer.

The two-meter-tall dwarf proprietress Mia Grando rushed out from the kitchen, with a cast iron frying pan spinning like a windmill in her palm.

At this moment, the pursuers broke in through the door and immediately rushed in several men in black, including the leading black magician.

But the next moment...

Xingjian saw the most shocking scene in his life:

"Get out of my way, you stinky dwarf bitch! We only want Gale's head. I'm a Level 3 advanced adventurer. If you know what's good for you, get out of my way! If you dare to get in our way, I'll smash your tavern!"

Before the leading black-robed wizard raised his staff, the dwarf female proprietress, who was over two meters tall, had already arrived in front of him.

"boom!!"

Before the black-clad magician could react, he was slammed into the oak barrel by the whistling pot bottom, leaving only his twitching legs exposed...

"Level 3?" Mia grabbed the second attacker by the collar and slammed him against the wall like a rag. "You're not even qualified to wash dishes here!"

The stout dwarf boss, who treated the so-called Level 3 advanced adventurers as easy as eating and drinking, kicked all the men in black out of the tavern. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed the gray-haired girl Xi'er by the back of her collar and shook her like a rag doll.

"What are you doing out there in a cloak? Don't you know you need my permission to ask for leave? Also, that kid you brought here broke the chandelier in my tavern. What do you think we should do?!"

The gray-haired girl was twisted in the air with one hand and smiled awkwardly.

"Oh, it seems like something terrible has happened."

A cute cat-eared girl peeked out from behind the cake tower, with cream on the corners of her mouth.

"Ania!"

The dwarf landlady roared so loudly that the sideboards clanked.

"You spilled my old cider and you dared to eat it? You have to wash the dishes tonight!"

It seems to be a...

Very lively pub.

But Xingjian couldn't care less at this time. He was seriously injured, his consciousness began to become blurred, his legs and feet began to become unsteady, and he moved quietly backwards, and his back suddenly touched the cold glass.

Moonlight poured in through the broken window, and in the dressing mirror behind him, he reflected Xingjian's back covered with scratches.

It was dazzlingly smooth there, without any emblems of the God's followers.

The gray-haired girl Xier was tidying up her messy skirt. Her eyes suddenly stopped when they swept across the mirror. A gilded halo appeared in the depths of her glass-colored pupils. That was definitely not the look a human should have.

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“This is… pain, pain, pain!!”

Xingjian, who had been unconscious for who knows how long, opened his eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling.

The severe pain flooded over his consciousness like a tide, and Xingjian's last memory was the scene of Mia grabbing Xier's collar and shaking her, and the cat-eared maid's pink tongue secretly licking the cream.

When the morning light penetrates the gauze curtains, the smell of disinfectant is the first to awaken your senses.

Xingjian tried to move her fingertips, but was immediately trapped like a mummy by the bandages wrapped all over her body. The sunlight gilded the ward. Xingjian saw that her left arm was connected to an IV tube, and the lilacs on the bedside were still covered with morning dew.

"Oh? You're finally awake, that's great."

The wooden door creaked open, and a silver-haired girl came in holding a copper basin of water.

The flowing morning light danced on the tips of her hair, so beautiful.

Seeing Xingjian's bewildered look, the girl placed the warm water on the oak cabinet and smiled slightly.

"It's time to change the dressing. Oh, by the way, I don't think I introduced myself. My name is Xier, Xier Froy. You can just call me Xier. This is the Hostess of Abundance Tavern, one of the safest places in the world. You don't have to worry about the pursuers from last night."

The girl said as her fingertips brushed over the knot of the bandage.

Xingjian suddenly froze.

As the bandages peeled off layer by layer, he was shocked to find that the hideous wound on his chest had healed for the most part, and the tender new flesh was wriggling and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xier chuckled and touched the cotton swab dipped in ointment to the boy's taut abdominal muscles: "Don't worry, this is the dragon blood ointment specially made by Mia's mother."

Dragon Blood Ointment...

It sounds expensive.

"Can you tell me your name?" Xier continued to ask.

"My name is Xingjian."

"Xingjian, what a strange name."

At the same time, there was a sudden noise of broken dishes downstairs, mixed with Mia's angry roar:

"Ania! If you eat cheese again, I'll shave off your tail!"

"Looks like he's recovering well."

While Xingjian was stunned, the voice of the golden-haired elf Liu came from the door.

At this time, the elf girl had also changed into new clothes.

Her blonde hair was tied into a neat ponytail, but her face still looked pale.

Liu placed the steaming medicine cup on the bedside, his azure eyes rippled: "Thank you for last night..."

Xing Jian was about to speak when a sudden burst of magical power from downstairs caused the medicine cups to clink.

Aunt Mia's cursing voice penetrated the floor:

"Who is so blind as to dare to cast detection magic in Orario? Do you think Ganesha's military police are just for show?"

Everyone smiled slightly to ease the awkward atmosphere.

At this moment, Xier's hand that was tidying the bandage suddenly stopped, raised her crystal-like gray eyes, and asked softly:

"Mr. Hoshimi, can you tell me?"

Xier's fingertips gently touched his smooth back. "Without the grace of God, you are just an ordinary person. How can you control magic items?"

Chapter 3 Liu: Please let me bear all this alone

In ordinary streets and alleys, bamboo dragonflies are just common toys for children to play with.

Just rub your hands gently and then release them casually, it will fly lightly into the air, spin slowly in the air, and after a while, it will slowly fall back to the ground.

But just last night, the bamboo dragonfly that Xingjian took out was completely different.

Strange mechanical sounds were emitted from its entire body, and it miraculously carried three people, whizzing through the night sky.

In this fantasy world of swords and magic, Xier witnessed this scene and naturally recognized it as a mysterious magic prop.

After all, in everyone's cognition, this kind of props that can help people fly have always needed to be injected with specific magic power before they can be activated.

However, Xingjian was just a human who had not yet joined any clan and had not received the grace of God. How on earth did he make this "flying magic prop" take off?

Xier was very curious.

Xingjian looked a little confused by the sudden question.

Seele smiled slightly and continued, "That flying bamboo dragonfly... Is that the mechanical art that Sister Yasfei taught you? I heard that Hermes-sama has become fascinated with ancient machinery lately~"

Xingjian couldn't answer this question because he was also confused and had no idea why he could take out Doraemon's magical props from the 22nd century out of thin air.

Could it be that……

Is this the special "golden finger" I got after traveling to this world?

Seeing Xingjian's silence and embarrassment, Xier was very understanding and did not continue to ask. After all, everyone has secrets in their hearts that they don't want others to know, and she herself is no exception.

"Then let's change the subject. Mr. Hoshimi, you must be from out of town, right? Look at the way you're dressed. You don't look like a native of Orario."

Xier blinked and tilted her head.

Xingjian nodded slightly, as a sign of agreement.

"Then do you still remember where your hometown is?"

There was a hint of concern in Xier's eyes.

Xing Jian raised his head slightly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the walls of the tavern, looking into the distance, with a bit of loneliness in his tone:

"In the far east, my memory is a little fuzzy. I only remember that when I woke up, I was in the dark alley where we met last night. It seems like I... no longer have a home."

"So that's it..."

Xier sighed softly, a thoughtful look on her face.

In recent years, dark factions have been rampant in various places, and countless young people have been abducted and sold.

Xier has seen too many homeless children like Xingjian, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy for them.

"Xier, if that boy wakes up, tell him to come downstairs with the blond elf."

At this time, Mia's mother's loud voice, like a huge bell, came up from downstairs.

Xier smiled and responded crisply:

"Oh, Mia's mom is calling us downstairs. Miss Liu and I will go down first. Mr. Xingjian, you've packed up, come down quickly too."

"it is good."

Xingjian responded and watched Xier and Liu's figures gradually walk away until their footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the stairs.

At this time, Xingjian slowly came back to his senses and began to carefully recall the scene of taking out the bamboo dragonfly last night in his mind.

Is this just a coincidence?

Or is it really as he guessed, a magical "golden finger" brought by time travel?

At this moment, a mechanized female voice suddenly rang out in Xingjian's mind without any warning:

"Today's item draw times have been refreshed. Do you want to draw new items?"

"Really?" Xing Jian was shocked.

However, as a veteran otaku who was obsessed with novels and comics in his previous life, his ability to accept things was not weak. He quickly calmed down and responded silently in his heart: "Extract."

"Today's item: Gourmet Tablecloth (Abnormal Version)."

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The morning mist still covered the earth like a veil and had not yet completely dissipated.

Dragon Blood Ointment is indeed Orario's famous top-level healing medicine. After just one night, Xingjian's injuries have improved significantly.

At the same time, Mia's mother's deafening roar came from downstairs, which made the wine glasses on the bar clink uncontrollably.

Xingjian didn't dare to delay for even a second. After quickly drawing the props, he quickly changed into the new clothes that Xier had already prepared for him and walked downstairs quickly.

At this time, the tavern had not officially opened yet, but all the people who appeared last night had gathered in the tavern hall.

Miss Liu stood quietly in the backlight, her long golden hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. In the reflection of the morning sun, her pointed ears were almost transparent, emitting a mysterious and cool aura.

"Boy, you're finally awake, come here!"

Mia's mother's bold and rough voice suddenly rang out.

Xing Jian's heart tightened. He knew very well that this dwarf lady was not someone to be trifled with. After all, last night, he witnessed with his own eyes how she used only a frying pan to easily and efficiently beat up a so-called LV3 senior adventurer without any chance of fighting back.

Mia's mother strode forward, her sharp eyes fixed on Xingjian's bandaged abdomen, and asked:

"Feeling better?"

"Much better, Madam Boss, thank you for your concern."

Xingjian quickly bowed and replied.

"In that case, we should settle accounts and see how much you caused me in the store last night!"

Mia's mother's face darkened, and her words were filled with unquestionable majesty.

As soon as these words came out, Xing Jian suddenly felt that something was wrong!!

"The three-hundred-year-old elven urn, the dwarven silver candlesticks, the beautiful stained glass window on the second floor, and the crystal chandelier..."

Mia's mother counted on her fingers, listing the names of the lost items as if they were treasures, while holding the frying pan high in the air. Every time she read an item, the frying pan moved an inch closer to Xingjian's forehead.