Reincarnation Band Magician

Did she do anything then?

do not know.

In short, this world is a battlefield against the demons, and the battlefield of love is in another world.

At that time, let Qing see the lady's offensive.

Thinking of this, Xiangzi stroked the flower on his forehead.

Where to begin?

Uh... let's start by making money. Without money, you can't do anything.

First, stop giving dad money for drinking.

Speaking of...

Ms. Toyokawa, who is now a little drunkard, can vaguely recall the smell of alcohol at home. It seems that it is not cheap wine.

Where does Dad get the money to buy wine?

Forget it, just consider it as his little piggy bank.

Mistress Fulilian has her own private money, so we should be understanding as adults.

It won’t be much money anyway.

Where to begin...

As long as you let go of the sensitivity in the past that even hurt yourself, the life in the other world that is as tight as a rope will also loosen up.

While the small town was cheering for victory, the "nun" who did not abide by the commandments was immersed in the fantasy of peace.

……

"Huh? 'Turn fruits and vegetables into pumpkin flavor', have you decided to combine this spell with the previous one?"

"Well, I think there might be some hope..."

The elf gestured with his fingers.

"Well, it's not a particularly precious opportunity anyway." Xiangzi waved his hands helplessly.

She had also looked at the magic books here, and there was nothing particularly interesting.

Now she has learned enough magic, enough for combat, and in life... Qing is her magic.

"Then let's go with these two. I didn't expect it took so long to choose. Sorry for the wait, Mr. Butler."

After standing for a while, the old butler, who felt a little pain in his waist, endured the pain and patted his chest and bowed.

"No, these are the courtesies a hero deserves... and they're all ready here, please enjoy."

"Is there any wine?"

"There are ample reserves, so please take advantage of them."

A smile appeared on Miss Xiangzi's face.

At this moment, the group of people who were waiting for Qing's arrival, holding their wine glasses impatiently, felt a chill.

……

PS: There are still 14 left here.

To be on the safe side, I would like to inform you in advance that at the end of this volume, we will temporarily go back to the original world to continue the story.

Golden Journey: 181, as always

Today, no one can still break through Miss Xiangzi's iron wall.

The swordsman uncle got drunk after drinking one glass of wine, and when he sobered up, he found that the drinking was not over yet.

"Drinking so late? Is there anyone still alive?"

I looked around blankly, and there was no one standing around.

This is the "morgue". Those who are drunk are thrown here. There are carpets, clothes and other things piled on the ground so you won't catch a cold when you sleep.

In the main hall, the last challenger covered his mouth and vomited. He was dazed and about to fall into the vomit, but the puddle turned into crystal.

——I really don’t want to use magic at a time like this.

At this point, there were still two people sitting.

The blue-haired girl, surrounded by empty wine bottles and barrels, had flushed cheeks. She leaned on the shoulder of her important friend, biting the wall of the empty wine glass and licking it from time to time, as if she was feeling the aftertaste of the wine.

"Xiang, what's going on?"

"Wow... I'm so happy."

There is a sense of floating illusion, and the body feels very light.

Xiangzi was not so empty that she needed to fill the feeling of being drunk; she just used alcohol to amplify her happiness.

In addition, she enjoys the taste and texture of various alcoholic beverages.

This is also a talent that most people do not have.

When you feel sleepy, stop drinking. If necessary, you can wake up immediately in this state, or fall asleep in this slightly drunk state. It is very comfortable.

If drinking is defined as the amount of alcohol needed to pass out, Ms. Toyokawa is now barely halfway through.

Qing could smell the strong smell of alcohol, and even he felt a little tipsy. His alcohol tolerance was a little lower than that of a normal person, as if he had given all the alcohol that a soldier of this level should have to Xiangzi.

Well, if Xiangzi feels happy drinking, then let her drink. Now that she is a nun, she is more resistant to alcohol.

"Okay, let's go back and rest."

"Well... today... today too."

The girl turned over coquettishly, buried her petite face in his neck, and breathed in the small space of his collarbone.

Qing lifted her waist, but she still stubbornly held her neck to maintain the posture.

"It's a little itchy, saki, relax a little."

"No."

"At least wait until you lie down before hugging me."

"Huh...huh..."

It was very obvious that he was pretending to be asleep, even his breathing was in the rhythm of the "Moonlight Sonata".

Never mind, a warrior's perseverance can overcome this itch.

Qing broke free from the drunken and ambiguous atmosphere, stood up and looked around, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Everyone also—"

After eating and drinking, Fulilian went back to read the magic book. Mahat... was just thinking about it when the big demon walked in.

"finished?"

"Xiang is happy after drinking it, I guess."

"Leave it to me here."

You can rest assured about this kind of thing.

He counted and nodded, and recalled the scene of Mahat drinking with others just now. His expressionless face was not sociable, and he seemed to have a high alcohol tolerance, which made everyone take a detour.

"Have you ever been drinking?"

"No, it's nothing to us (the demons), but for humans, it's better to use it less. I don't understand why people like this kind of thing."

"Well, to be honest, in the north, most people aren't old enough to feel the harmful effects of alcohol... well, for Xiang and me, a little bit won't hurt..."

Even though he was facing the demons, Qing still felt that it was a bit ridiculous. He coughed and said, "Yeah, a little bit. Monks have better physical conditions. Okay, I'll take Xiangzi back. Please leave this place."

"clear."

At this time, the staggering swordsman walked out, holding on to the wall. Looking at the more "corpses" in the living room and the piles of bottles and wine barrels, he realized the disparity of the world.

……

"It smells like alcohol again, yucky."

"Does Fulilian have any magic that can turn the smell of alcohol into fragrance?"

"No, but I can look for it later. It smells terrible like this."

Fulilian did not hide her disgust. She rolled to the side and kicked Xiangzi's butt with her little feet.

This is one of the few times she can "retaliate".

The relationship between these two ladies would reverse with time and occasion. When things were more serious, Fulilian could be completely trusted and was a completely reliable teacher. Xiangzi respected her very much.

In life...

Just like the drunkard Xiaoxiang now.

Fulilian never jokes when she should be serious, so whether it is training or daily teaching, she is very objective and fair.

It is really difficult to find flaws in Miss Xiangzi under normal circumstances.

So only at this time.

After poking his waist with his toes and kicking his butt twice, the elf began to roll around on the bed contentedly.

"Flillian, help her change her clothes. This one is stained with wine. She needs to take it off and wash it."

"Wouldn't it be better if you could just handle that kind of thing yourself? It's not like you haven't seen it before."

The elf had already opened the magic book and was lying on the bed, occasionally raising and lowering its fair white legs, hitting the quilt and making an unrhythmic sound.

She was referring to an incident at a hotel.

After becoming familiar with the skill, Qing will use crystal to make a bathtub and partition so that the two ladies can enjoy a hot bath without worry.

At the beginning, they will still maintain basic modesty and change their clothes after bathing.

Later, due to various circumstances, it became more casual.

Once, Xiangzi was so absorbed in thinking about magic that he came out wrapped in a bath towel.

At that time, Qing was lying on the bed reading a book. When she looked up, she saw that the lines of the girl's shoulders and neck were as white as a crescent moon.

Greatly shocked.

After realizing her own dress, Miss Xiangzi, who had always been very strict and polite and had never done this in the two years they had spent at the seaside, became overwhelmed with shyness and huddled in bed, not coming out all night.

Qing came back to his senses from the memory that impressed him so deeply and stared at the lazy elf.

"Lady Fulilian, this is not the same thing."

"Isn't it? It doesn't matter, Qing. Human life is short. Don't waste time on these red tape. Hurry up and pack up, get ready for bed, prepare food for tomorrow... Hmm, we'll leave the day after tomorrow."

Thinking of food, the lazy and gluttonous elf became a little more energetic and interested in anticipation.

Eating and drinking to your heart's content while traveling is a completely different feeling. During a tiring journey, the unknown of whether the next meal will be an ordinary meal or a delicious one is very novel to her.

It's like having a lot of unread magic books on hand.

That feeling, if described in human terms, is "happiness".

“It is precisely because life is short that people want to do many things well, starting well and ending carefully.”

Qing supported Xiangzi, and the feeling of touch could only be described as "luxury" to this day.

"There may be such contact in the future, but the first time should not be like this."

"so troublesome."

Fulilian had no choice but to close the book and stand up to help.

Since Xiangzi is usually taken care of, it is a novel experience to do it to him occasionally.

……

PS: Minors should not drink alcohol. It is not recommended for people of any age to consume alcohol in any form.

I remembered that I mentioned in Chapter 96 that Fulilian had basic physiological cognition, so the previous description has been temporarily modified.

Today is the last day, I feel a little bit depressed.