Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Don't talk ~

If I talk, I'm a bad guy~

Palace Jade Liquor ~

One hundred and eighty-one cups ~

How about this wine?

Listen to me to blow to you..."

In the kitchen, Wang Xuebin, wearing a loose T-shirt and a crayon Shin-chan apron on his chest, held a sharp fruit knife in his hand, was cutting a pile of fruit into something that ordinary people could not afford, and putting it into a delicate fruit plate.

This is not for him, but for the upcoming guests.

That's right, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall are coming!

Since Wang Xuebin replied yesterday, he received a reply from Professor McGonagall before noon could be reached, saying that she and Professor Dumbledore would visit today.

Therefore, Wang Xuebin got up early today, cleaned up the house slightly, and then began to prepare the fruit and snacks needed to serve guests.

Various seasonal or non-seasonal fruits and exquisite desserts not only cover ancient and modern times, but also the products of the magic world are among them. Even the pile of magic candy cockroaches that Wang Xuebin doesn’t catch a cold has prepared a small plate!

There is no way, who made Dumbledore's taste weird...

Enjoy guests!

‘Dingling’

"Um?"

Hearing the doorbell, Wang Xuebin turned around and looked at the door curiously. There were still two hours before the agreed time, so it shouldn't be Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Who?"

Wang Xuebin put down the fruits and fruit knife in his hands and the shining sharp edges. He rubbed his wet hands casually on the butt of the crayon Shin-chan on his chest, turned around and came to the door, and opened the door bolt made of pig iron.

"surprise! Mr. Gu Yi!"

With a creak, he opened the bulky wooden door, but unexpectedly, as soon as Wang Xuebin opened the door, he was shining with a dazzling reflection of light, so he couldn't open his eyes.

"Wow, welcome, Mr. Emosen!"

The person who came was Emosen, the postman who met in his twenties who had a strong hairstyle in his twenties!

Compared with this postman, Wang Xuebin, who has black and shiny hair, seems a little unworthy of his name!

After all, Gu Yi...everyone understands...

"Mr. Emosen, what gusts of wind blow you?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Emosen smiled enthusiastically.

"Of course, the things you ordered, Mr. Gu Yi, have arrived!"

Mr. Emosen was young but very enthusiastic. The smile on his face never disappeared, as if nothing could make him feel sad.

He smiled enthusiastically, reached out to lift a somewhat worn cloth bag from the side, opened the bag, and stretched his entire right arm in.

"Oh, to be honest, you have ordered a lot of things. For this reason, our superiors specially assigned me a cloth bag with the traceless stretching spell.

Don’t look at him as dilapidated? But it’s definitely valuable? This is a high-end product that only those pure-blood nobles can use!”

Emosen was talking nonstop while pulling out something? It seemed as if he was showing off something to Wang Xuebin? It seemed as if he was explaining something.

However, Wang Xuebin didn't care about the nonsense that wanted to compete with Tang Seng. He focused all on the stacks of magazines that Emosen took out.

Contemporary transformation, magic potion exploration, wizard monuments, spell frontiers, ancient magic text discovery...

Stacks of magic magazines of all kinds? The front door of Wang Xuebin's attic was blocked tightly, and it seemed that it was far from over.

"Enough is enough? How many more?"

Seeing that Emosen was not going to stop? Wang Xuebin quickly spoke and stopped him:

"Are all this cloth bags mine? How much does it cost? I bought them together!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Emosen's enthusiastic words stopped. The smile on his face became a little stiff, and he looked at Wang Xuebin in disbelief.

"You mean...this cloth bag?"

"That's right! How much?"

Wang Xuebin nodded affirmatively?     I don’t know where a stack of bills of exchange was drawn out?        This is a bill that only users who have handled vault business in Gulingtek Bank can hold.

When handling vault rental business at Gringot Bank, you must mortgage at least 50,000 gold Jialong’s cash, and magical items cannot be converted into deductions!

"Wow!"

Emosen looked at the bills in Wang Xuebin's hand and let out an unconscious whisper. He restrained the smile on his face? He bent down slightly and confirmed in that slightly humble tone:

"Gu...I mean...Dear Mr. Gu Yi? Are you sure you want to buy this cloth bag?

I mean, if you need it? I can buy a better one for you with the same value? To be honest, this rag bag is almost out of date? It is not cost-effective to buy it!"

Hearing Emosen's tone with a very contrasting contrast, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and looked at him, then shook his head, and said in a constant tone:

"No need, just buy this. How much does it cost? Can you give it to you?"

"Uh...yes, no problem!"

Seeing that Wang Xuebin was sure to buy this cloth bag, Emosen quickly dusted the cloth bag with his hands a few times, handed it to Wang Xuebin with both hands, and said nervously:

"The price of this cloth bag at our post office is 3,000 Jialong, but don't worry, I will help you get the biggest discount. Believe me, our internal staff has a discount quota. When I apply, I will report it to you!"

Looking at Emosen's somewhat nervous attitude, Wang Xuebin didn't say anything. At this time, no matter what he said, the other party would be confused. It would be better not to say it.

He took down a three thousand gallon bill and handed it to Mr. Emosen, smiled slightly and said casually:

"It doesn't matter. You continue to apply for yours. The discount you applied for is considered as your reward for doing things for me. Just collect it yourself!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the young Mr. Emosen became obviously excited. He put on that warm smile again, but this time his smile was mixed with something else that was inexplicable.

"Oh, dear Mr. Gu Yi, I must tell you that you are the biggest Mr. Fang I have ever met. Don't worry, I will report to you when the price is applied!"

As Emosen said, rolled up his sleeves, carried a stack of magazines, looked up at Wang Xuebin, and asked sincerely:

"Dear Mr. Gu Yi, where are you going to put these magazines? I'll help you move in!"

As he said that, without waiting for Wang Xuebin to refuse, he moved the magazine and walked into Wang Xuebin's house.

"Wow, dear Mr. Gu Yi, I have to praise your taste. Although your house is not big, it is definitely the warmest I have ever seen!

You don't know, I have been to the homes of many pure-blood nobles, but none of their houses are more comfortable than yours..."

"Uh, thank you for the compliment. Just put the magazines in the living room, and then I will put them myself..."

While slapping his clumsy flattery, Emosen was busy and went back and forth several times before he could completely clear the magazine at the door.

“Hu~Hu~Hu..."

Emosen gasped, rubbed the sweat on his forehead with his clean and tidy work clothes without any wrinkles, then looked up at Wang Xuebin and said with a smile:

"Sir, the things have been moved, so I won't bother you. If you have any needs, just call me. I promise to be on call!

I wish you a happy morning, goodbye~”

"Please go slowly!"

Looking at Emosen's back as he left, Wang Xuebin did not close the door anymore. He turned around and looked at the piles of magazines in the living room. He couldn't help but shrugging, raised his hand and waved it. The magazines soared into the air, flew to one side of the sofa, and stacked them neatly there.

He put the cloth bag on his hand on the coffee table, rubbed Crayon Shin-chan's butt twice, turned around and walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and continued to cut fruit.

"Oh, life..."

"...You get nauseous with one cup, you have kidney deficiency for two cups, you have a stomachache for three cups and five cups. I guarantee that your little face is green on your head and black on your face..."