Reincarnation Band Magician

It seems that this is not the case for the demons.

Qing sighed, "Come on then. I suggest you take precautions first. If this 'little trick' scares you, I don't want to turn into gold."

The speed of the sword will not be as fast as the magic of turning everything into gold. Qing does not want to experience the instinctive reaction of the demon clan in crisis at all.

Mahat understood that Qing was not someone who spoke without thinking, which meant that he was indeed confident that his martial arts skills were better than his own...

Even so, he wanted to give it a try.

Before starting, he turned the lining under his uniform, the part on his chest that did not affect his movement, into gold.

Qing gave him a way out, and Mahat chose to take it. From this, it seems that his understanding of human beings has also improved a little.

……

The wind swirled and blew snow from a patch of fallen trees.

The light "ding" sound is not very obvious.

The golden ribbon broke, the golden buttons fell into the snow, and a smooth cut appeared on the dark green military uniform, revealing the golden lining.

“Position Zero——”

The two-handed crystal swords formed a sword flower, crossed and nailed to the ground, and turned into particles of magic and dissipated.

Although he wanted to be more handsome and wave goodbye with his back turned, Qing still said goodbye seriously out of courtesy and respect.

"Goodbye, Mahat, I'll be on my way again next time."

The golden demon was obviously a step behind.

"Ah, see you next time."

He restored the gold lining, used magic to weave the uniform and sash again, picked up the button with a cut mark, and restored it to brass.

In the final attempt, he used his golden transformation to resist, and he managed to block it, but not completely.

So fast.

The sword is fast and the progress is fast.

If he had not been prepared in advance, he might have really turned Qing's sword and arm into gold as a conditioned reflex or instinct under the threat of being seriously injured.

fine……

There will be no need for such exercises in the future.

What's Qing's expression now?

Mahat looked over and saw only calmness and the feeling of "not good enough".

For the first time, the great demons became confused about humans.

Is this the rate of progress humans should be able to achieve?

Qing said hello and turned to leave. After he walked a distance, Mahat's voice made him pause.

"Qing, if it were you, you might really be able to do things beyond imagination."

"Ah?" Qing looked back and said, "Thank you."

Although I don’t know why I say that.

……

PS: There is still one chapter, but it is recommended to go to bed early.

Golden Journey: 194, People Prepared

"you win?"

“A small win is still a win!”

Don't be too cautious if the win is small.

In front of Mahat, you have to respect the elders. Qing has always respected the elderly and loved the young. After returning, he will show off to his friends.

Qing is a young man after all. Every young person's reason for practicing a certain skill hard must include "showing off", but the form and object of showing off may be slightly different.

Qing would not do anything to brag about himself. Facing Fulilian who was looking at him blankly, and Xiangzi who was smiling gently and encouragingly, he briefly described the blow he had used to cut off the button on Mahat's chest.

"that's all--"

Qing used his magic power to condense crystal swords beside him, holding one in each hand and making a cross gesture.

"The first one was blocked, but the second one was successful."

"do not be arrogant."

"It's really amazing, Qing."

The two ladies gave different responses. After looking at each other, Fulilian came over, took Qing's hand and touched it, her fingers pausing at the ring finger and the position.

"I can already feel the calluses, Qing. You've worked really hard."

She still remembered that when she played the piano at home, her hands were smooth and white, and did not look like a warrior at all.

Efforts used in the right way are worthy of respect, so Fulilian also gave encouragement.

Xiangzi blinked, his eyes fixed on Fulilian's hand.

The little hands are not very clean.

Still touching.

Talking is one thing, but why are you circling on someone's palm?

Xiangzi was unhappy. He walked over and calmly took Fulilian's hand away, and put Qing's hand on his side.

After feeling it carefully, the hard texture was very obvious. The time Qing spent swinging the sword was now ten times that of holding a musical instrument.

"What Lady Fulilian just said makes sense," Xiangzi felt the hardness with his fingertips, "be careful not to be arrogant or impatient, be clear."

"I know."

“But I tried really hard.”

As if by magic, Xiang lifted Qing's hand and felt it with his cheek.

This was a strange thing Qing had said in the past, and Xiangzi, who didn't read comics, understood it literally.

Rubbing like this, I didn't feel calm, but rather a little feverish.

Before his cheeks felt hot, Xiangzi put it down and stretched out his hand in front of Qing.

"As a reward, this one can be cleared for 15 seconds."

"why?"

"Didn't Qing say he liked it before?"

Qing quickly recalled, "Ah, that time... I really liked it."

At this point, I can no longer say things like "It was a joke."

Mr. Nagasaki looked at his friend's hands carefully with a pure heart.

It is a pair of hands that makes people think "Ah, they are perfect for playing the piano" when seeing them. They are slender, white, well-proportioned and small. It seems like a loss if they are not shown to others.

Hold it.

Xiangzi began to recite the magic book silently to divert his attention and ignore the warmth coming from his hands.

As a strong warrior, Qing's hands are always warm. When holding hands, they are full of fiery heat, and a sense of security arises naturally.

After hesitating, Qing still placed his hand on the side of his face and gently rubbed the tender white back of his hand, which was slightly cool, smooth and soft.

If you can rub it every day, you will definitely become addicted.

So just take a 15-second look.

Ms. Toyokawa's encouragement was very effective. Qing was motivated to work harder and had another reason to strive for.

The elf watched the two people's flirtatious interaction and was confused.

Since Xiangzi said this was a reward...

She raised her hand and touched Qing's face.

"How about it?"

"Why are you touching my face?"

"Isn't that what Xiangzi did?"

"...I can do it myself, thank you."

Qing chose to do it himself, just like saying to the waiter in a barbecue restaurant, "No need to help grill it."

It's also 15 seconds here.

After finishing, Fulilian looked at her hands and said, "Qing's face, the skin is very good."

"Have it?"

"Ah."

During the conversation, the two did not notice that Miss Xiangzi's smile next to them had become "refined".

"Okay, let's go practice magic."

"Isn't it almost time for lunch?"

"It doesn't matter if it's later, Qing, Lady Fulilian."

……

Thus, two months passed.

The snow is still falling, but as you walk north from here, the snow will slowly melt and the road will be passable.

Qing, who had a strange obsession with houses, turned the bedrooms they lived in into crystals before leaving. Although, they might never return to this damp and cold city again,

The guest rooms and storage rooms were left behind, and homeless people lived there. Qing had no objection to that, but it was not acceptable for places where people had lived before.

"Okay, everything is ready."

The three of them opened the map and looked at the route on the north-east side.

It is a place where forests, hills and deserts meet, and it is sparsely populated. The demons and monsters there have undergone adaptive specialization and have become more cunning and vicious.

A harsh natural environment is also conducive to tempering one's will.

Flillian did not tell them the end of their journey.

While Qing and Xiangzi were discussing survival in the desert, the elf's fingers gently stroked the northernmost tip of the map.

Demon King's Castle, [Endai].

It's too early to go there now.

But that's about it.

The border between the Demon King's forces and the northernmost part of the empire is a place where only a handful of humans are able to reach and cross it with their strength.

Three years later, there will be one more.

"Fulillian?"

"Where were we talking about?"

"The food is ready, we can go."

"Let's go then," Flillian closed the map, "It's not going to be fun seeing that guy again."

"Just be patient for a moment."

Qing massaged her shoulders and ears to comfort her.

The elf's expression softened a little.

When was the last time they had such an interaction? It had been so long ago that she didn't even want to recall it. In order to continue living like this, Fulilian felt that she could muster some motivation.

……

At this time, in a small village on the border of the Central Kingdom.