Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"Really."

As usual, Ms. Luo Qixi answered listlessly.

Seeing the two of them leaning against each other, a warm feeling welled up in my heart, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of coziness.

It was as if everyone was spreading warmth and sweetness when Noren and Aisha were born. Even the air at home smelled sweet. It was an atmosphere, a homely atmosphere.

I suddenly remembered that about an hour ago, I inadvertently blurted out the word "family meeting," but less than an hour later, I felt that "family meeting" was truly a fitting name. Yes, we are a family now, at least I think so.

After a few simple preparations, nothing happened that night, and the next morning arrived quickly.

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"Rudius, Silphiet."

Good morning, Ms. Merlin.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Silphie and I were waiting in front of the Magic Guild for the carriage we had booked yesterday, carrying our schoolbags.

An old man walked towards us. Unlike usual, besides his face being reddened by the wind, he was wearing a black cotton robe today, and around his neck was a scarf with long brown fur, which looked like the fur of the direwolf we saw yesterday.

This outfit looks much warmer than usual, probably because of the black cotton robe and brown scarf, which are all warm colors.

An elderly man with a white beard, wearing a red hat with a white background and a red cotton coat and trousers, riding a flying moose sleigh, leaps across the sky with a kind smile and a "Merry Christmas" on his face during the cold winter.

When the night was deep and quiet, they would climb down the chimney into the house, sneak into the sleeping children's bedroom, put the gifts in the socks that the children had hung by their beds before going to sleep, and then slip away silently.

But the old man before him was completely different from the kind old man in his memory. His eyes were half-closed like a dead fish, and his lips were almost pouted to the sky. Apart from his face, which was red from the cold, he did not resemble that old man at all...

Well, it's a world of difference.

Teacher Merlin stood in front of us, exhaling a puff of white breath, and said:

"It's very cold, you two be careful not to get sick."

It was indeed very cold today. My face felt like it was being torn apart by the morning wind. When I heard what Teacher Merlin said, I unconsciously raised my hand to touch my face, which seemed to have been frozen so much that I couldn't feel anything.

"Thanks……"

Before the words were finished, Merlin had already disappeared from sight. Turning around, a frail yet robust figure was vanishing into the crowd in the Mage Guild Hall.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly strange and annoying old man also has a heartwarming side.

"That old guy..."

Looking at the dense crowd in the Magic Association's hall, I could almost see that unpleasant old man smiling at me.

"Rudy, the carriage has arrived."

"oh oh."

Hilfi and I boarded the carriage, and after leaving Sharia, the carriage headed northeast and entered the Duchy of Basheland.

The further northeast the carriage traveled, the more desolate the scenery outside the window became. The low shrubs that were still ubiquitous in Sharia were almost nowhere to be seen in this frigid northern land.

This was less than a day's journey north.

Night fell quickly, and the carriage continued its journey. It had been several days since I last rode in a carriage, and perhaps I had grown accustomed to the feeling. Sylphie had fallen asleep with her head on my lap, her soft breathing filling the air.

"Hoo...hoo...hoo..."

Oh, so she was snoring. Her snoring wasn't loud, it's just a pity that it was pitch black in the car, otherwise I really wanted to take a closer look at Shilufi's cute sleeping face.

The long-awaited moonlight shone into the carriage. The road they had just passed through was either a forest or a valley. Judging from the sound of the wind, it was probably a valley.

Based on my experience from six months of travel, I can tell that if it were a forest, the wind around the carriage would definitely be rustling. Even without leaves, the sound of the wind blowing through the tree trunks would be a very obvious whooshing sound.

But if the surrounding area is a valley, it's different. In a valley, the sound will definitely be a "whoosh" or "whoosh," like the howling of ghosts.

"Driver, how much longer do you estimate it will take to reach Rosenberg?"

I lifted the front curtain of the carriage. The coachman, who was wearing countless layers of thick clothes and wrapped up like a ball, seemed not to have heard me.

Since he didn't hear it, let's just leave it at that.

After all, Sylphie was still sleeping with her head on my lap, and making too much noise or even the slightest movement could wake her up.

After passing through the valley, the sound of the wind disappeared, drowsiness crept in, and I gradually stopped thinking.

[Note: The phrase "stopped thinking" is borrowed from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 2, where Kars stops thinking. Rudy didn't die in the carriage; he fell asleep. Due to its popularity, the plot details will not be repeated.]

"Sir, Madam, we have arrived."

"okay……"

I struggled to open my eyes. I had only slept in bed for three days, yet I felt so tired sleeping in the carriage. It was completely different from the past six months when I spent my days in the carriage.

"Waaah...ha..."

I stretched my arms and yawned, relieving the fatigue in my back from sitting all night.

"Hilfie, we've arrived. Wake up."

Chapter 99: Dyeing (Part 8)

Even without a job transfer, I will live earnestly [Chapter 99] Dye (8)

Chapter 99: Dyeing (Part 8)

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When we arrived in Rosenberg, it was already afternoon, and the sky was overcast. I almost mistook it for the early morning of the next day, until the driver, who was a little hard of hearing, reminded me that it was the wrong time.

Upon arrival, the coachman immediately returned, while Silphie and I promptly contacted the local magic guild.

The Mage Guild here is much smaller than the Mage Guild headquarters in Sharia, but the structure and specifications are basically the same.

Next to the Magic Guild was the Adventurers' Guild; I only glanced at it briefly and didn't go in.

To my amazement, Merlin's token was effective at any magic guild. As soon as the receptionist saw me take out the ring, she immediately and respectfully inquired about the details.

"Merlin's status in the Mage's Association is truly well-deserved..."

After muttering a few words, I explained to her our itinerary for the next two days: we would stay overnight tonight and return immediately after buying the necessary materials tomorrow.

The staff member then immediately arranged accommodation for us and informed us of the location of the building materials market and its opening hours, which were from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM.

Furthermore, on the way to the Mage Guild, and after entering the hall of the Mage Guild, the people here did not show the same fear, surprise, contempt, or other expressions as those people living in La Noa when they saw me and Sylphie.

The most common reaction is, "Oh, it's a new face."

Judging from how fast rumors spread, the people of the Basheland Duchy should also know about the rumors about me and Hilfi. I think the only plausible explanation is that it's about Lanoa, and has nothing to do with the Basheland people.

Just like in Sharia, most of the Lanoans would give Hilfi and me a merciless look, but the Asuras in Lanoa would have a different attitude. Not everyone at school was afraid of or looked at Hilfi and me with strange eyes. This can probably be explained here. In addition, there may be some exaggeration in the rumors, so the deterrent effect of the rumors is not as strong here.

Moreover, and more importantly, nobody here knows me or Sylphie. Although Sylphie's green hair is eye-catching, it's not to the point of being annoying or frightening.

After settling into our accommodation, it was just past five o'clock. Before nightfall, Hilufi and I took a walk around the streets of the building materials market. Many shops were already closed, and some were preparing to pack up and close.

"Rudy, this place seems much quieter than Charlotte."

"Indeed, although Rosenberg is the second largest city in the Duchy of Basheland, it is no match for Sharia, the largest city in the three great magic kingdoms."

As Hilfi said, the shops and buildings here are much shorter than those in Sharia, and along the way, there are basically no villages in sight; it is quite desolate.

After wandering around for a while, we realized there wasn't much to see. Most of the people had left and the lights were out, with only a few scattered lights. Only the lights of the Adventurers' Guild and the Magicians' Guild were still on. So we decided to go back to the inn to rest.

……

After a simple night's rest, well, the hotel conditions were really nothing to write home about. Compared to Sharia, well, it couldn't compare.

The only difference between the inn and the carriage was that the inn was warmer. Otherwise, they were basically the same. It was the worst inn I had ever slept in. The mattress was moldy, there was a fishy smell, and the quilt had traces of some unknown liquid. The conditions were really not good.

I slept all night leaning against the stove, sitting in a chair, wrapped in my cotton coat.

I don't know how Hilfi slept last night. We weren't in the same room, but she seemed very energetic, so she probably slept well.

I had a quick breakfast—well, it was just anything. The bread was twice as rough as the Charia bread. While it wasn't unpalatable, it was still one of the worst breads I've ever eaten.

There were some congealed particles in the cream that I was eating, either frozen ice crystals or small particles that had formed from being left out for too long. Fortunately, there was no strange smell, so it probably hadn't spoiled. I hope I won't get diarrhea after eating it.

Thankfully, I'm heading back to Chariah after today's visit; I wouldn't want to stay another day.

I didn't bring much money with me this time, just the amount I usually carry with me. Since I'm only buying samples for making blackboards and chalk, there's no need to buy too much. So today I'm just here to observe the market and buy a small amount of lime to last me.

Although the hotel wasn't very nice, the building materials market was truly comprehensive, with a wide variety of materials, giving it the feel of a modern building materials store.

"Rudy, look, what's that?"

Hilufi pointed to a small stall and said.

I looked at the stall. Unlike other shops that simply piled their materials on the ground, this stall was on a small, inconspicuous cart. Several bags were piled on the cart, and I didn't know what they contained. The stall owner sat next to the cart, looking extremely thin. His patched cotton coat was stained with oil and covered with a white powder that I couldn't tell if it was snow or something else. Oh right, it hadn't snowed these past few days, so the white powder was flour?

"Let's go take a look."

Before we even got close, the stall owner put down what he was doing and stood up impatiently, rubbing his hands on his clothes as if they were oily and he was trying to wipe them off. But I think it was probably because no one was paying attention to the stall, so seeing someone coming made the stall owner very excited.

What do you want?

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Hey, what do you want?"

His words sounded like human language, because it was clear that they were definitely not the language of the Beast God or the Demon God. Could it be the language of the Battle God?

That's not right either. I know all of these languages ​​except for the languages ​​of the Heavenly Continent, so I can't tell them apart at all.

"I'm so sorry, could you please speak human language?"

"Huh? (Fourth tone) I'm not Ren Leiyu, am I?"

I looked at Hilfi with a puzzled expression, wondering if she could understand me, and she looked at me with the same expression.

Okay, there's no suspense anymore, she doesn't understand anyway.

Sometimes, when faced with a game where there's no way to break the deadlock, flipping the table is the best solution.

Of course, this doesn't mean forcibly taking something, but rather choosing not to communicate verbally.

As the saying goes, there are limits to what you can say, so I'll stop talking!

[Note: This quote is from Dio: "Humans have limits, so I'm not going to be human anymore, JoJo!"]

I pointed to the bags on the cart, then waved and shook my head. (What are these?)

He seemed to understand what I meant immediately, and then opened his pocket.

A large bag of snow-white powder, mixed with a bunch of white lumps, came into view.

This isn't flour, nor is it lime. A thought flashed through my mind: This is plaster!

[PS: Only one chapter today, the 100-chapter bonus will be updated tomorrow]

Chapter 100: Dyeing (Part 9)

Even without a job transfer, I will live earnestly [Chapter 100] Dye (Nine)

Chapter 100: Dyeing (Part 9)

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This is... plaster!

"How much? I'll buy them all!"

"The entire truckload of Asian Communist Party silver coins."

……

A vendor selling stones nearby couldn't stand it anymore and helped us translate the language of the plaster vendor.

The stuff he was selling was indeed plaster, and the whole cartload cost one silver coin, which wasn't expensive.

The silver coin here is not the currency of the Kingdom of Asura, but rather the silver coin of the Principality of Basherant. Considering that the value of one Asura gold coin is about 100,000 yen, one Basherant gold coin is about 20,000 to 30,000 yen, which is equivalent to two to three Asura silver coins. One Basherant silver coin here is roughly equivalent to two to three Asura copper coins, which is quite cheap.

After all, in Sharia, a breakfast costs three or four copper coins. Of course, prices in a megacity like Sharia, which stands out among the three great magical nations, are bound to be higher than in other cities.

The plaster merchant spoke a human language, but with a hint of Basilant dialect.

Speaking of which, I didn't expect the dialect of the Principality of Basheland to be so rich. In Japan, there are also differences between Kansai dialect, Kanto dialect, Kyushu dialect, and so on. In the Kingdom of Asura, the regional dialects are not so obvious. In the Kingdom of Lanoa, you can also hear some languages ​​with local characteristics. But this may be related to the level of civilization in the region. In a poor and remote place like the Principality of Basheland, which is adjacent to the northern land, it is quite normal for some people to be linguistically uncivilized.

After buying the entire cartload of plaster, weighing over 100 kilograms, we asked the Magic Guild to prepare another vehicle. This time, we headed straight home. I really didn't want to stay another night, especially in that kind of hotel.

After returning to Chariah, he asked the staff of the Magic Association to store the plaster in the storeroom, and then went back to his dormitory to rest.

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"Mmm... mmm..."