Reincarnation Band Magician

Mahat sat on the other side of the campfire, observing their interactions and recording this vivid moment.

He also has his own thoughts and judgments. After observing their lives and comparing them with other humans, he can classify these behaviors into categories, and perhaps he can gain some insights.

However, whenever he felt that he had gained something, he would often encounter something difficult to understand.

Husband and wife, parent and child, father and daughter, mother and daughter...

Too complicated.

It didn't matter, he had plenty of time to remember.

The aroma of mushrooms wafted through the air, and as everyone was chatting about magic, unusual noises in the distance interrupted their interest.

"The frequency of encounters with demons has increased recently."

"After all, beyond the northern plateau lies the empire's borders. It's quite normal."

Mahat sensed the level of those demons, put down his bowl and stood up.

This level does not serve as an exercise, it is just a simple "cleaning work".

"I'll do it."

Qing stood up, and his magic power condensed into a sword, which was then coated with the color of crystal.

"It will be faster."

If Mahat didn't use the golden magic to kill instantly, his speed in dealing with the soldiers would indeed not be as fast as his.

And no matter how small the soldiers are, they still count as points.

The warrior, who was very agile in fighting, walked into the rain, and when he came back, the mushroom soup was still warm.

……

The rain lasted for three days.

If she were in a wooden house in the Central Kingdoms, Fulilian would happily sit by the window, hoping that mushrooms would grow in the woods.

But this is the north, and besides the two people who can make her relax, there is also a very bad demon.

From the time Mahat joined the team until now, the time she could sleep peacefully has been cut in half.

Because at night she, Qing and Xiangzi would take turns to stay awake and alert.

Mahat knew this but did not stop it. This was also a test of his will.

If Fulilian wanted to leave, he wouldn't stop her, but she didn't seem to have that intention.

Mahat found this elf interesting as well. She had also lived for at least several hundred years, but she had changed because of less than 1% of the humans in her life...

Perhaps this is a good omen.

Besides, with Fulilian's rationality, she was definitely thinking about fighting.

Thinking about the past history and the mountains of corpses, he, the leader of the Seven Sages, was the one who had collapsed.

Can you do it?

Mahat also had some expectations for this.

This expectation was just because he hadn't had an opponent who could take him seriously, compared to other humans whose faces he couldn't even remember. It had been a long time since he had faced such an opponent.

……

After the rain subsided a little, they continued to advance against the crystal barrier.

Theoretically, neither elves nor humans will come out on rainy days, as rainy days are a symbol of closure.

Now they walked in the rain against the crystal barrier, feeling a sense of freedom that broke the blockade, and the isolated space gave humans a sense of security that was different from that in houses.

The novelty lasted for two days.

Until I met a monster that went out on a rainy day.

Points +3, goodbye.

However, because they were too large, the few people who never looked back at the explosion turned around, and the bodies that had not yet decomposed exploded and splashed with muddy water all over their bodies.

"..."

Really bad.

But it's not that bad.

After their clothes got dirty, Qinghe Xiangzi walked in the rain, trying to make their clothes a little cleaner, and then stepped on the wet and muddy grass, trotting happily, splashing clear and turbid rain water.

Then she reviewed the dance steps that she had never used before. When she held Xiangzi's hand, the somewhat awkward movements suddenly became familiar, as if the gentle lady was sitting behind her, playing the dance just one step away.

Fulilian watched calmly.

"Are you children?"

Finally it was her turn to say this.

The wet and dirty appearance of these two people reminded Fulilian of the little kid named Clara. During the two days she stayed in the wooden house, she jumped into the small fish pond three times, and Huo Huoqing had finally found the colorful fish.

As a result, several of them died and had to be served on the table. They tasted pretty good and left a good impression on Fulilian.

"It all needs to be washed anyway, so it's okay if it gets a little dirty. It's a bit childish to do this, but it's nice to do it once in a while."

Miss Fengchuan helped Qing cough, then walked over and took the elf's hand.

"Flillian, you've definitely never learned to dance, have you? Come, I'll teach you. It's said that people have been expressing joy by swaying their bodies since ancient times."

"I do not want……"

The eldest lady, whose mental age is still that of a girl, grabbed the elf's hand, tapped the grass with her toes, and led the most basic dance steps.

Fulilian pressed herself against her chest and shook her wet hair. "If we want to dance, can I join Qing?"

Xiangzi wondered, "Why? I dance much better than Qing."

"Because...it will hit you."

Fleuryen didn't like it.

……

PS: I found that the things Solitier sent in Chapter 162 were missing the mask, so I have added a description.

Golden Journey: 185, Hidden Village

Did something that hadn't been done in the past thousand years.

When living alone in the forest, the elf hates rainy days the most. Occasionally, when he has no ideas for studying magic, he just walks in the rain.

Dance, music, those lively and vibrant things are incompatible with the elves. In the past thousand years of life, she was just like her name.

Frieren, freeze.

After these two people appeared, it felt like the quiet years were disturbed.

Sometimes I feel confused about what to do in the future and don’t want to imagine the future.

But there is no way, my life can only be disturbed like this.

It's so annoying, just like Volame.

……

Across the northern plateau, the border of the empire is ahead.

"If you're training, it's not recommended to pass through here. The Demon King has ordered his troops to blockade the entire empire, and the Omniscient Shurahat is personally 'managing' this battlefield..."

At this point, Mahat suddenly felt something was wrong.

It was his slow view of time that made him forget all this.

He hadn't seen that guy since the last mission. Through communication with Qing, he determined that the time in between was more than three years.

What was Shulahat thinking?

As one of the top fighters below the Demon King, Mahat felt that it was impossible for him not to be noticed, so he was deliberately ignored.

Shulahat is an alien that no demon can understand. He has been planning for the "demon clan" as a whole. He has flipped through the future hundreds of millions of times. What has he finally seen?

Mahat is proud, but he will not ignore the possible risks.

"Omniscient Shurahat," Furlian knew the name. "Is it said that this demon can predict the future? With such a cheating ability, the fact that humans have survived to this day really makes me doubt the authenticity of that ability."

"That demon was even stranger than me. He seemed to be standing at a very high level, understanding both demons and humans. Yet, for some unknown purpose, he fiddled with his chessboard. No one knew what his definition of 'victory' was.

"Only the Demon King knows what he is doing, but we (the Demons) also don't know what the Demon King is doing."

According to the information obtained from Solitaire, the Demon King initially launched the war that almost exterminated both demons and humans in order to understand humans.

Based on this point of view, it is reasonable to suspect that perhaps they are still working on this matter.

Perhaps the Demon King has given up and sits on his empty throne with nothing in mind, just like the elves.

Qing and Xiangzi knew part of what they were talking about.

When she was at the beach, Solitaire didn't hold back on anything, she spoke freely, dared to say anything, and commented on everything.

Qing felt that this was a kind of confidence.

Solitaire is also an outlier among the demons. She has many old friends, and the Demon King is most likely one of them.

My poor imagination cannot understand how, under the guidance of "omniscience", the demons were able to achieve a draw with humans step by step.

Or is it that before the birth of Omniscience, the actions taken by the Demon King were so difficult to save?

Although we have reached the border of the empire, talking about Shulahat still makes people feel far away.

He is an unpredictable demon, just like the "future". When you meet him, you will understand the feeling of destiny.

……

I don’t know how long I walked before the hot weather arrived.

Walking in the forest, the air you breathe is filled with moisture evaporating from leaves, carrying the bitter taste of wood.

The stream sparkled in the strong light, and it hurt my eyes if I looked at it for too long.

The elf, who was afraid of both cold and heat, kept changing her steps as she walked under the shade of the trees. When she couldn't bear it anymore, Qing would hand her a towel soaked in warm water, wipe her, and she would sweat. The wind would take away the heat, and then the sun would heat it again, and the cycle would repeat.

Like slow-cooked barbecued pork.

"for you."

Qing used freezing magic on Qingshui, threw the crystal ice cream in to cool it down, and then took it out. Everyone held a bowl and sat under the tree to rest.

"I've come to my senses..." Xiangzi bit the crystal spoon. "How long has it been?"

"Two months, or even longer," Qing opened the box and looked through it. "There's still half a month's worth of bread...or flatbread, I guess. There's also enough stew and snacks for two meals."

After half of the stored food was consumed, Qing adjusted the frequency to ensure that the "happiness boost" from enjoying delicious food could last longer.

The comfort that food brings during travel should not be underestimated. Many people can control their appetite, but of course they will be happier after eating delicious food.

"Is Fulilian familiar with the North?"

The elf was savoring the raisins in the ice cream, "Ah... even if I was familiar with it, it's not familiar now."

Not to mention the past thousand years, in this place close to the border of the empire, the demons have already turned the surrounding area into a mess.

Along the way, there are several abandoned villages. Among the broken walls, seeds have taken root and sprouted, and are lush and green.

Judging from the signs of destruction on the houses, so many people would not have died. There must be human settlements nearby, but they must be very well hidden.

"We'll have to walk for two more days. If we don't find anything, we'll have to head back south."

Fulilian made her decision based on her experience as a seasoned traveler.

Qing nodded in agreement.

The elf handed over the ice cream and raised two fingers. "Maybe I'm a little greedy, but can you give me the clear raisins? In exchange, two scoops."

"No need, here you go."

……

When the northern plateau is hottest, the sun scorches the ground, and all kinds of scenery distort and shake under the gossamer phenomenon.

Qing vaguely saw a neat group of shadows, wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and did not count on the elf hanging on his arm who was about to fall asleep.