Reincarnation Band Magician

"Secretly ask the soldier uncle to bring back some wine?"

"Lady Flillian!"

"Even I know whose words are effective here."

The elf sat back down and continued eating.

She holds a grudge, but now it's all settled.

Thousand-Year Magician: 127. Ordinary Village

Qing sealed the wine cellar, ignoring the blue-haired girl's sad and pleading eyes next to him.

When I bought the beer, Haita said that if it is kept in a cool and dry place and not shaken violently, it can be kept for about a year.

This trip won't take that long.

"It's not just about what happened in the south," Qing said, knowing his teammates well. "Although I'm also surprised to come to such a conclusion—now that Xiangzi is very likely to run in at night and drink all night, right?"

Drink enough before you leave, kid?

Miss Xiangzi left with a guilty conscience.

really.

However, Qing would only restrict her at important times. Given their current physical condition, the harm of alcohol was not particularly great. They could just treat it as a bad hobby.

Everyone has bad habits, which is understandable.

For example, when Qing is not sleepy, he will do push-ups while reading.

Unfortunately, there are still no obvious muscle lines, he just looks stronger, and as hard as crystal when exerting force.

The body shape of the demons will only change with the strength of their magic power. After reaching adulthood, they will choose their favorite image and fix it, and it will not change until death.

Qing is now directly fixed.

……

The next morning.

"The nearby village..."

Xiangzi was a little active.

They arrived at a nearby village, mainly to tell the grocery store manager that they were going on a long journey so that others would not make a wasted trip, and also to see the friends they met here.

As they approached the village, the blue-haired girl, who didn't look like a "girl", adjusted her expression and straightened her collar and cuffs.

"Why, do you have idol baggage?"

"I'm not a child anymore at my age. If I meet children, I have to set a good example for them and not appear too frivolous."

"Isn't he only eighteen..."

Qing complained softly.

But he didn't spoil the fun and thought about it.

"Let me help you comb your hair."

"Now? Here?"

"Use magic to help, it will be quick."

It is a simplified version of the hairstyle that Aite originally taught them. To be honest, until now, they still don’t know when this hairstyle is suitable. The elf at home seems to know, but they have always forgotten to ask.

But there shouldn't be any special meaning, otherwise someone would have pointed out the abnormality long ago.

"All right."

The soft blue hair, part of it is braided into a small braid and tied at the back of the head, and part of it is hanging down. It is slightly more complicated than the princess braid, and it is dignified and relaxed. At least visually it looks suitable for daily use.

"Um……"

Xiangzi stopped and looked at his reflection through clear eyes.

Of course, she couldn't see clearly, but it felt good. She always trusted her friend's aesthetic taste and nodded, "Let's go."

"Walk more normally, Xiang. There's no king in the village who wants to see you."

"Noob, as long as it looks good."

"I'm glad you're not tired."

……

They had actually never been to the village here, but it didn't feel particularly unfamiliar to them. They had seen it along the way when they went to the south before, and the style was generally similar.

There were farmlands and fruit trees nearby. The villagers looked at them curiously, then looked away after a few glances.

There were many adventurers in this era, some of whom were visually stunning. In comparison, these two just looked a bit better, not very powerful, so I didn't pay much attention to them.

There were several low buildings on the edge of the village. Qing and Xiangzi passed by and saw a novice monk wearing a black robe and glasses flipping through the scriptures there.

Next to him, a blue-haired child, or boy, who was a head shorter than him, was holding a broadsword and seemed to be exercising.

It was the child I saw that day.

Qing stopped and looked at Xin Meir.

Excellent.

Although he himself is a third-rate fighter, he may be at a first-rate level in theory - because fighters do not study theory.

The child named Xin Meir may have a magical talent that is no less than Xiangzi's, and naturally adjusted himself to the posture that is most suitable for exerting force and defense.

Obviously no one taught him in this place, this is what is called talent.

"Haita, Sinmer."

Qing raised his hand in greeting.

"Hello you all."

Haita looked over, his eyes lingering on the lady's hair for a moment, "Ah, Ms. Qinghe Xiangzi."

"clear."

Xinmeier also put down his sword and greeted him.

Both of them have very natural attitudes and are not too restrained. Perhaps it is because children of this generation are exposed to life earlier.

"Nothing," Qing said, "Come to the village and tell the grocery store manager that we'll be gone for a while. You guys can continue your training."

"I've heard before, you two, and that elf, are you going there to practice?"

"Will you accept commissions to defeat monsters and demons like adventurers?"

Upon hearing this, they became interested.

Men can't resist taking risks.

Qing hadn't chatted with anyone for a long time, and he wanted to talk, so he looked at Xiangzi and said, "I'll leave that to you. I'll play with them for a while."

"Let's talk."

Miss Toyokawa knew that from little boys to men, they were all children. When they were childish like that, she smiled and asked for the location of the grocery store.

……

"Is that what the South is like?"

"Well, there's been a lot of rain, so monsters are being born slowly. They can eat their fill without fighting, so some are oversized, and there are even dark dragons. We're in a ruin..."

Ten minutes, just ten minutes, Qing became the new king of the orphanage.

In this era, there are orphaned children in every village. Perhaps because of the famine in previous years, there are more here.

The church funded the establishment of an orphanage, but the conditions were probably even worse than those of modern times, and could only ensure survival. The children also grew up early and helped those around them.

Live tenaciously like a wild flower.

Each child has his or her own work, and Xinmeier and Haita have just helped share some of the work, but not taken it all on.

There are limits to "help," and the two of them grasped them well.

In another world, one of them had just graduated from elementary school, and the other was in the second or third grade of junior high school. It is really touching to realize this.

After Qing arrived, he used magic to help them wash and hang clothes, clear weeds, and move miscellaneous items.

Because he was just passing by.

That morning, an adventurer who was kind enough to be nosy did these menial tasks so that the children could relax and listen to him tell stories about the amazing and terrifying monsters and adventures in distant lands.

It's not strange what adventurers do, right?

Qing was surrounded by children, with a little girl hanging behind him, but he didn't feel bored at all and kept answering questions.

"How big was that snake?"

"From the village here to the farmland over there."

"Amazing!"

"What does a dark dragon look like?"

"so……"

Qing wanted to draw it, but after drawing two strokes, he stopped.

Probably a masterpiece that can be compared with "Phoenix Proud Intentions" should be called "Demon Dragon Proud Intentions".

Actual stickman.

I have never learned to draw, so I really don’t know how to construct lines to express myself.

This won’t work, it doesn’t have any momentum at all. It seems that there are photos in this era, but who had time to take them back then... Is there any way to show the images?

Hesitantly, Qing tried to use magic to create an outline, succeeded, and then turned it into crystal.

The Crystal Dragon appeared.

"Wow! So awesome!"

"So beautiful! Brother, is this ice?"

"The hard one, I think it's called Crystal. Big brother's magic is amazing!"

Both dragons and crystals were novel to them.

Qing answered them with a smile.

At this time, what made Qing even more proud was the children's admiration for him. The huge progress of being able to control the magic power crystallization at will was temporarily put aside.

"This is a very rare magic. I am giving this dark dragon to you. Please treasure it."

Millennium Magician: 128, Progress

"Huh, Mr. Qing is really amazing."

"Just call me by my name, why are you being so polite?"

“Because it’s really amazing.”

"Ha ha ha ha."

Qing, Haita and Xinmeier were walking in the village, and other children were surrounding the arm-length dark dragon crystal model.

Xin Meier recalled the flowers that night. "Qing is a very powerful magician, right? Is he going north to subjugate the demons? Or is he embarking on a heroic journey to defeat the Demon King?"

Qing calmed down, kneading his magic power to familiarize himself with the new operation, "It's still a little early. I'm not strong enough now. I may not even be able to defeat some big demons, but I am indeed going to prepare to meet the demons in the north."

"In the north, I heard that the demon army is all there," Haita said, looking a little worried. "Qing, you guys should be careful."

"Well, right now, we're just preparing for some training. Fulilian is an excellent magician, so it's no problem."

"Why now?" Xin Meier looked over. "If you're going to run into danger, it would be better to train for a few more years."

"Well, that's what Fulilian said. However, I want to know how strong I am and how much stronger I can become. If I stay here forever, I'll never know that kind of thing."