Reincarnation Band Magician

The people passing by had gentle expressions. Most of the people coming out from the back had red eyes and were supported by people beside them. They looked like they had been crying.

"Hello, sir. Are you in need of healing, or seeking the goddess' guidance? Or perhaps, are you yearning for and admiring the goddess' radiance?"

"I have great respect for the goddess of creation, but my faith is devoted to the goddess of my hometown."

Qing didn't want to lie in this place, and what he said seemed like he was looking for trouble.

"It's alright," the newcomer's voice remained gentle. "I can hear the sincerity in your words. Regardless of your beliefs, as long as it's good, the goddess will approve it."

Looking back, I saw that it was a monk in a black robe, who was quite old. The winged holy emblem representing the church was in his chest pocket, and a metal medal with the holy emblem pattern hung around his neck.

He believes that the goddess's grace benefits the entire continent, and the image of the goddess in each place may be influenced by the goddess of creation, so there is no need to worry about it, as all goddesses in the world are one family.

Moreover, the church's belief is in the goddess, which is also goodness. As long as the person is good and does not slander the goddess to her face, they will not hate him.

When the monk saw the young man in front of him, he felt that he must be a good person.

It seems like I am always worried about something, thinking that I am not doing well enough, but when I think back on what I have done, I can hold my head high.

Of course, many people have thanked and encouraged him, so he is a good person.

Qing could probably guess what he was thinking, but didn't care.

Because Aqua-sama won't care about that.

When they met face to face, they greeted each other with different etiquette.

"So what's your purpose?"

"This may be a little presumptuous, but I have a magic trick here..."

……

The monk took Qing to the treatment room in the back.

In modern terms, it is a combination of a consultation room and a ward.

The monk introduced: "Count Guranath is a kind-hearted man. With his help, the church has better conditions to treat the wounded and sick.

"Your magic, strictly speaking, doesn't conform to doctrine. The souls of the dead are immortal, but the bodies can be turned into soil or crystal... But if you could do that, many of the dead in the northern plateau would be buried in peace."

Qing explained that it can be removed by magic.

The monks believed that if possible, the bodies of some soldiers could be transported back to their hometowns and would not have to be exiled to a foreign land.

At the same time, he also raised a question from a professional perspective: Can herbs, potions and some supplies be crystallized?

"I can do it, but I think it might be difficult for others."

“After all, this is magic from thousands of years ago… Even if we don’t need to have a special understanding of magical theory to study divine arts, such imagination is still difficult to achieve.

"Let's first discuss... the deceased. During yesterday's reconnaissance, the Earl's soldiers encountered Aura's elite demons—the 'Beheaders'—and perished. Two of them had wished to return home."

The monk's expression was serious and gloomy, and his black robe was blown by the wind.

"I think their families won't mind what magic is used, or what method. They just want to see them, so please."

Qing was silent for a moment.

"I'll try my best."

……

When I got closer, I could smell the smell of dried blood. It would take a lot of bleeding to be so obvious.

Combined with the monks' words, it is not difficult to imagine what happened to those dead people.

The sound of wheels could be heard constantly in the backyard.

There are still two bodies left here, and they are two foreign warriors.

The body of one was intact, while the other had lost its head, which was just found in the early morning and sewn back on with skillful hands. After covering it up with medicine, there was no trace left.

The nun stood quietly in front of the corpse, with her palms clasped together, silently reciting the prayers of the Goddess Church for the deceased. The people walking around did not ask her to open her eyes.

The solemn and sad scene made those watching stand in silence and pray.

Although Qing had only heard of the deeds of these people a few minutes ago, he still stood not far away, hoping that the deceased would rest in peace.

The ceremony is not long, and it is most often used on the battlefield, where there is not much time for farewell.

"Please take a break. You've worked hard."

The monk bowed.

The nun didn't say anything. Her gaze stayed on Qing for a moment. She bowed and left silently.

From last night till now, the bodies have been brought in. In addition to the comforting prayers, they also have to talk to and comfort the families of the deceased.

This job is not easy to do, and only truly qualified clergymen can persist in it.

"Then it's up to you..."

"My name is Qing."

……

"Just inject some magic power into it, right?"

"Yes, I can demonstrate."

"No need, Qing. My intuition tells me that you are very good at lying, but you won't lie at this time."

The monk used magic to move the fixed body onto the carriage and imprinted the goddess's emblem on the carriage as a final farewell.

"Just let them sleep and return to their hometown after waking up. Don't disturb them at this time."

After seeing off the two strangers, the monk took Qing to the back room and found a room to sit down.

He lit a cigarette.

"do you mind?"

"mind."

"Well, this is not good for outsiders."

He took a sip of wine.

Qing's gaze paused.

It wasn't just alcohol; his sense of smell detected the scent of some drugs, probably something that was invigorating and relaxing.

Taking medicine with alcohol is really...

"I haven't slept since last night. Please forgive me. As the priest presiding over this church, I have many responsibilities to shoulder."

"So it's the priest, my lord. I'm so sorry."

"Not really. Even the nuns here give me a cold shoulder. It's such a disgrace. I really don't understand why."

He took another sip of his wine.

Qing's attention fell on the cup.

【that's why.】

This is also the gentleness of the monks, joking about themselves to make the atmosphere a little more lively.

The goddess does not encourage people to indulge in grief, but hopes that the living will cheer up with the wishes of the dead.

Golden Journey: 145, Crush Their Courage

Then we talked about crystal magic.

All the past magic in this world is basically not a single copy - the demons do not participate in the discussion.

When a magician develops a new magic, he will want to display and show off. This custom has existed for a long time and was guided and passed down in the era of Volame.

"To be honest, our church also has this magic. There are records of it in the Holy City of Stralu. If these dead ones don't have records, we still have living ones."

"Celiai?"

"Qing actually knows that adult."

"My...sister is that person's disciple."

"I see. Our church sometimes uses the magic we collect to exchange information with Lady Celie. It's considered a collaboration, isn't it?"

Let’s continue talking about this topic.

"In the past few hundred years, I've only heard of this magic being used to create decorations. Your application may have surpassed our predecessors. I hope to record this and pass it on to the Holy City headquarters.

"It's almost impossible for modern magicians to use this magic, but our monks' system is different, so perhaps there is still hope."

The priest looked in the direction where the carriage was going away, came to his senses, and pleaded sincerely.

Qing had no objection. "I'm happy to serve. I hope every soldier can return home."

"Ah, I hope so..."

After praying silently, the priest raised his head and scratched his hair.

"It may sound a bit shameless to bring this up now, but... I wanted to record all the uses of Qing. Perhaps it would stimulate the imagination of other learners. As a thank you, if I come up with new results, I will share them with you without reservation later - even those that are not suitable for public disclosure.

"The future is too illusory. Now, Qing can make a request, and I will ask the church to fulfill it."

"If I had to say something..."

……

Qing left with two books, having gained a lot this morning.

One is the priest's own canon of the goddess.

He said he felt the book was destined for Qing, so he gave it to me.

It was just too new, and Qing was a little skeptical. The other party said that he had recited the scripture devoutly immediately after receiving it, and had not used it for decades, so it was so new.

It's very doubtful, but after giving the book away, someone will believe what he said.

The second book is a folk magic, the "Magic for Purifying the Air" that almost all monks use, and it is also useful in many cases.

Generally speaking, the divine arts of the goddess system require different thinking from magic, but Qing felt that he could learn it, so he learned it.

The priest said that there are magicians who can learn all of these at the same time.

In addition, the scripture must be held when used.

……

"If he falls into the arms of the goddess, I will need to go to the Holy City to meet him within thirty years."

The priest yawned and spoke to the nun beside him.

The nun remained silent, holding up a crystallized orange. After being infused with magic power, it returned to its orange-yellow color, and the taste remained unchanged after being peeled.

There are also crystallized herbs, potions, sausages, bread... an amazing abundance.

"Give me some."

The nun just slapped him.

"Okay, then I won't give it to you. Here's the magic book. Take a look. Can you do it?"

"Father, you need sleep now, and so do I."

"Ah... yes."

……

Two days later, Qing discovered that his points had increased strangely.

At noon that day, the priest of the church came over and said that the crystal magic adaptation of the local church had achieved results, although there was only one result.

The nun learned it that day. She crystallized the hemostatic potion and gave it to the soldiers. In the battle that day, many soldiers were rescued.

"This magic has more applications than I imagined. Qing, if you die now, I will kneel before the Holy City and pray to the Pope to canonize you as a saint. How about calling you 'Shengli Yao (the pronunciation of Ryo is not pleasant)'?"

He was knocked out by Xiangzi with his magic wand.

The joking part was over, and the priest came this time for serious business.

"To be honest, although I appear to be an upright and honest monk, I actually have a good personal relationship with Earl Gulanath."

"I don't think so. It's more like knowing that you have this relationship makes everything make sense."