Reincarnation Band Magician

Fulilian thought of the strange man.

If what the other party said is true, the next time I see him will be nearly four years later.

After that the path will be opened and they will embark on their real journey.

"Humanity's strongest..."

"what?"

"It's really troublesome. I just feel like everyone has things to do, even I have to be busy."

From ordinary people to magicians, to her level, and even Celie, everyone is busy running around for various things.

If everything is confirmed and the road is really opened, they will continue to move forward and carve out a peaceful future... then they can relax.

Hmm? It doesn't seem like it was that long.

"That was really hard work," Qingzheng said, and then he saw Fulilian quicken her pace and was puzzled. "Are you motivated again?"

The elf smiled expectantly, "Well, let's go."

……

The days of snow are coming.

In the northern part of the port city, in a forest overrun by monsters, there stood a wooden house.

Its occupant is a great demon.

Books, bed, bedding, table and chairs.

The magic light was soft and bright. Looking from the room to the dim outside, the sky was leaden gray. It would probably snow in the next two days.

No, it had already started raining, but Mahat was reading and didn't pay any attention to it.

Noticing the white marks, he took a look and saw nothing.

It's just a celestial phenomenon.

The dwarven-crafted fireplace was already working, the flames glowing red, and the room was warm enough to make ordinary people drowsy.

The cabinet on the side stores tea, wine and some crystallized food.

So, he will spend two or three months here.

There are many unnecessary things. That human—perhaps a friend now—said that humans are more efficient in a comfortable environment, and for the demons, a little warmth can at least reduce the consumption of magic power.

that's enough.

This kind of "acting" may make him closer to human beings.

Put down the collection of bedtime stories. This is not the one he read before. There are many similar stories from all over the mainland.

In addition, there is a variety of knowledge about human society and nature. If civilization were made into amber, these are all worth being solidified and preserved.

Qing's idea is that before understanding human beings, one must first know "what" human beings are. These are the cornerstones of human society. While reading, Mahat will have more doubts, and every time he solves one, his understanding will increase.

Perhaps, it would make it easier for him to understand emotions.

Mahat knew Qingye was unsure, but this trip was much more meaningful and efficient than his previous foolish repetitions.

This made him reflect: he was indeed a little arrogant before, and actually thought that such stupid behavior could achieve his goal.

If we think further, the Seven Collapse Sages under the Demon King are like this. As the king who reigns over the demon clan, how arrogant is the Demon King?

Two-thirds of humanity, that's an exaggeration...

"Ok?"

Mahat looked to the side and saw another figure appear in the room.

A skinny demon wearing a black cloak stood in front of the crystal food and looked at it silently, just like every time he appeared in the past.

Mahat was not at all surprised by his arrival.

"You who are called the all-knowing Shulahat, perhaps you should learn some manners."

"Mahat, when you say 'politeness', I think you should learn more about the demon race."

Golden Journey: 189, Anchoring the Future

"In millions of futures, the time I came to see you should have been three years and six months later. That was originally the case."

Mahat closed the book. "The future has changed."

Shulahat rarely answered questions that already had answers, and the other party's tone was not inquiring.

"You are thinking about things other than magic, which is a rare quality for a great demon."

"It seems I've changed too."

"Yes."

The great demon who was called omniscient seemed to enjoy such conversations.

After all, there are not many people in the demon clan who can "communicate", and most of the time, they use violence rather than words to communicate.

That’s true. After all, language is just a tool for the demons to harm humans.

There is not much time left to spend here. In order to prevent changes in the future, everything is actually predetermined.

The exchanges here have already happened tens of thousands of times in the future he sees.

It still feels good to say it in person.

"Let's get to the point. After all, this time is precious to you.

"Mahat, we need you and the other Seven Collapse Sages to defeat the strongest human being - the Hero of the South."

Mahat finally put down the book. "The Hero of the South... I haven't heard of him. Is he that strong? He actually used the word 'subjugation'."

Crusade: to conquer, to send troops to conquer.

In common usage, it means to gather strength, gather people, and destroy the enemy.

The Demon King's confidant used this word to address the most powerful person among the demons.

"He has not yet embarked on his journey, and no one knows his name except me."

If it were three years later, there would be no need to explain this.

But at that time, it would take more time and energy to convince the other party, and it would take a long time for these arrogant and loose demons to get into the state.

After hearing his words, the leader of the Seven Collapse Sages began to imagine, but then gave up.

How strong can the strongest human being be?

"Even if you say that, I still can't sense the danger. Perhaps I'll understand only when we meet face to face, but—do I think I'd sacrifice my life for the Demon King?"

Shulahat was silent for a moment, then spoke, "It's not just for the Demon King... You won't be interested in the reason for this battle, nor do you need to understand it. Just fight. I think it's simple.

"Besides, would you still ask such a question now?"

"Ah, indeed."

A new source of magic appeared outside the door, as illusory as snowflakes drifting past the window. Just as a reminder, Mahat glanced there.

"You've been playing me around all this time. Now that you're here, I guess there's no way I can refuse."

There was no need for further confirmation, as that was his worst opponent, Graosam, who was also one of the Seven Broken Sages, known as "Miracle", a great demon who wielded mental magic.

What exists here is just a spiritual illusion.

After perking up a bit, Mahat asked, "I see. So, what are the tactics?"

"No need. For an overwhelmingly strong person like you, just give it your all on the battlefield. I've rehearsed the future countless times, so there won't be any problems."

If these seven sages could cooperate sincerely, at least in theory, many sacrifices would be reduced.

But long before this future was set, countless observations showed that no "node" could do it, which is to say, it was impossible.

"Does 'no problem' mean we'll all perish together?" Mahat glanced at him. "You look like you're going to die."

"maybe."

Shulahat's desire to talk had been satisfied, and he was very happy with this exchange.

"The time is three years from now, which is not a long time for the demons. You are the only one who needs a special reminder - and there is one more thing that may be a good thing for you."

"what?"

"Someone in the future is peeping into your memories. Being able to condone humans to this extent is, I think, progress for you. However, your memories of the battle with the Southern Hero will be erased by Graosum."

Omniscient looked at the spot next to Mahat, if there was a person of average height standing there, then he would be looking into that person's eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this concerns the demons a thousand years from now. I'm sorry I can't reveal it."

"And how many years later was that conversation?"

"Not for long."

The answer will come in waiting, so Mahat temporarily suppressed his curiosity and turned to another thing, "Where is Qinghe Xiangzi? Don't tell me you don't know."

"They are also part of the future. Just proceed as usual. In the next three years, there won't be any battles requiring your involvement. Just be prepared before then. We'll meet again before the official battle. Explaining things will be much easier then."

A kind of worry about the group that almost no demon has appeared in Mahat's heart. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the conversation with Solitaire.

[Shurahat is a 'noble' demon. It is impossible to imagine a future without his guidance.]

Moved, Mahat uttered a rare farewell: "Ah, don't die, Shulahat."

"Thank you for your concern. Hearing it with my own ears is indeed different from observing it, even though I've heard it countless times in countless futures."

He opened the door and walked out.

At this time, Mahat felt that something was missing.

Two puddings.

……

When walking out of the room, even the great demons would feel the biting cold.

The wind and snow were howling as two demons walked in the forest.

Shurahat, wearing a pitch-black cloak, handed a pudding to the tall and thin demon Graosam behind him.

"Try it. Human food is a rare experience. This spell can be removed by injecting magic. Bring back your original body, and be careful not to drop it on the ground."

"Strange structure, very interesting magic."

【This is the magic that will kill you in the future.】

Shulahat has become accustomed to silence and never speaks out what he thinks. He always wears a mask, as if a slight breath would make the phantom of the future go away.

Looking back at the present from the future, there is a certain black humor in handing this snack to Graosam.

But he was sure that his intention was good.

It won't change the future, it's good intentions.

Graosam accepted it.

"This is my personal reward for subduing those unruly demons. I'd like to trouble you to bring them to Aura. The loss of your right hand requires more combat power.

"Your work is done here, and there will be no other events in these three years."

"I understand."

Here the phantom dissipates.

Shulahat manipulated the crystal pudding to levitate, injected magic power into it, and the hard texture returned to the tender and sweet texture it had when it was first made.

The demons don't have this kind of magic, and even if they do, they won't and can't use it in a place like this.

Taking off his mask, revealing a face that few demons had ever seen, Quanzhi ate his pudding quietly.

The great demons who are busy with the future, wherever they appear, there is only destruction and conspiracy. The taste of human desserts may be the first time he has encountered it in his long life as a demon.

The strong wind blew up the fluffy snowflakes, and when it calmed down a little, the busy demons disappeared again.

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PS: I came back late, so here are two chapters first.