Reincarnation Band Magician

In the orphanage, Haita, having finished all his work, quietly climbed out of the yard and came to an abandoned house.

There is enough land in the village, so generally no effort will be wasted on demolishing these abandoned houses, and no one will come to demolish them.

He has some goodies hidden away.

As soon as I entered, I heard the voice of my best friend.

Compared to the noisy situation of the previous two years, it seems much calmer and gentler.

"Haita, you're drinking again."

"Phew—I'm so scared! It's Xin Mei'er."

The trainee monk patted his chest, adjusted his glasses and looked to the side. A taller blue-haired boy was sitting there, holding a replica of the legendary Brave Sword.

This is their small base. There is a wine cellar under the house, which is well built. They have also made it moisture-proof and waterproof. When they are not busy, they will come here to hide for a while.

Come inside as always.

There is a bucket of beer, which was a gift from Miss Xiangzi. Otherwise, Haita... It’s not that I can’t afford it now, but I just feel bad and don’t want to drink it.

He gave all his money to his children.

Although there were several gold coins in the letter some time ago, which were enough to improve their lives for a long time, and the money from selling the beer in the cabin was also given to the orphanage, Haita still felt it was not enough.

"Huh, don't think too much."

Haita quickly poured a glass and said, "Xinmeier, don't you want to drink?"

"Brother Qing said it's better for minors not to drink."

"You're almost fourteen, so you're half an adult."

"No need."

Haita didn't force it, as one wasn't enough for him.

I drank half a cup comfortably.

"Hey, fake hero, have you decided?"

"Well, broken monk," Xin Meier stroked his sword, "I will train for another two or three years, and then I will embark on my journey."

Some people know how strong they are when they hold a sword, and Xin Meir is one of them.

This talent shouldn't just stay here.

There was also Haita's provocation and persuasion, as well as the encouragement from the village elders, passing merchants, and Qing.

Before the Qing Dynasty, the person who impressed Xin Mei'er the most was the old owner of the grocery store.

They met once before he died.

The old man always said: Don't recall, don't regret.

When he grew up a little, Xin Meir understood the meaning: don't leave memories that you will regret.

So he decided to set off when he was a little older.

"I feel that Qing, Ms. Xiangzi, and the elf will come back." Haita narrowed his eyes happily.

Xin Meier drew his sword and gestured, "It will be fun to travel with them."

"Can the word 'happy' be used to describe this adventure of defeating the Demon King?"

Hatta drank the remaining half glass.

"I think it must be 'very happy'."

"Haita does say nice things sometimes."

"After all, I'm about to become a full-fledged monk, so it's time I learned how to speak... It really is annoying."

Golden Journey: 195, In the Sandstorm

One day, in Crystal's cabin.

After a busy day, Miss Xiangzi managed to sit up and maintain basic etiquette.

The figure with long brown hair was laying out a sleeping bag nearby.

Not knowing what she was thinking about while she was distracted, the young lady looked at her friend and asked, "How long have we been on the road?"

There was a rustling sound outside, like hail or sleet.

Qing adjusted the position of the magic lamp to make the light less glaring. "Hmm... Fulilian and I had cake last month or the month before, so it's been almost a year. I didn't expect to spend so much time here."

The subtle noises make the night seem even quieter. This atmosphere is very suitable for reminiscing. Thinking about the past makes people feel very far away.

She had just laid out a sleeping bag when she entered the elf. She kicked off her boots, and her calves wrapped in black silk hip socks swayed outside, just like when she was swallowed by the treasure chest monster.

He was clearly crying all the time, but he seemed very safe when he was crawling into the sleeping bag.

"Didn't I tell you not to do that? Lady Fulilian."

Qing walked over, grabbed her ankles, pulled out the big white radish like a carrot, lifted it up, and shook off the non-existent mud as punishment.

"Even if it's cleaned every day, it's still a place to put your feet. Wouldn't Fulilian find it dirty?"

The elf, hanging upside down, had his hair draped over the sleeping bag, and said calmly, "It's been cleaned, so it's not dirty."

"Socks are also changed and washed every day, so they're not dirty. Would you use socks as an eye mask?"

"Qing's magic cleans things up very well, so it can be used, but it's not necessary."

Rational Flillian said so.

Qing was in a good mood now and didn't want to argue with her. He put her down, adjusted her nightgown, and pushed her in.

Her white panties were exposed when she was hung upside down just now, but no one cared.

"If you keep doing this, I'll zip up the sleeping bag from the back."

"Ugh... No, it's scary."

Fulilian thought about it and her ears twitched in horror.

Many people suffer from claustrophobia, and it seems that elves do too.

"Then correct it."

"No, sleeping bags are for getting into."

"Then I'll open a hole in the bottom of your sleeping bag so you can turn around."

"it is good."

After a brief communication, we continued to lay out the sleeping bags.

Qing changed into pajamas and lay down. Tonight was Xiangzi's night watch.

The three people's sleeping bags were placed together, as neatly as the coffins of the first, second, and fourth generations of reincarnation.

I wanted to chat for a while, but it's time to go to bed. Self-discipline is the foundation of magicians and warriors. You have to sleep when it's time to sleep.

Qing stared at the roof for a while.

There is a skylight on the roof for enjoying the night sky.

With the development materials of the church and my own efforts, Qing's crystal magic has improved, and this level is very easy.

The night sky was very beautiful, as beautiful as the first night he arrived in the other world.

But it was grassland back then, and here, it is a desert.

The "cracking" sound was not hail, but the wind blowing up sand and dust.

In the deep night, under the gorgeous starlight, a small crystal house sits on the yellow sand, and the warm lights are off.

Like the content of an oil painting.

Qing began to recall, trying to remember the events of this period more clearly, not forgetting any details, so that he could look back on them later.

This was his precious adventure with his friends.

The journey was unexpectedly long. After setting out from the port city, they spent most of their time busy with various strange and dangerous adventure commissions.

Fighting against humans, demons, and more often than not, against the environment.

Heading north across a small plain, you'll arrive here - the Eastern Desert, which occupies one-tenth of the northern continent.

It's obviously a coastal area.

It sounds strange that people can easily imagine sea water and beaches, but subconsciously think that there wouldn't be much water in the desert.

It may seem a little counterintuitive, but the sea and the desert are often actually bound together. The wonderful natural environment is always full of psychedelic feeling and fascinating.

Qing had seen the scenery of the "Thousand Lakes Desert" in another world: the sand dunes and valleys were filled with water, and the water bodies transitioned from blue to dark green, like gems inlaid on gold.

You can even see fish and shrimp.

The border between blue and gold is so abrupt that it looks like a photoshopped picture, and it feels like a different world over there.

Although it is not strictly speaking a desert.

It is amazing that such magnificent and strange scenery can be formed naturally.

And here, if you go to the coast, the scenery there must be very good, but it is not on the way.

They were to continue north, crossing the forest that occupied one-fifth of the northern region.

It's also nice to be able to see the border between the sea of ​​trees and the desert.

Here, during the day, the only scenery you can see is sand, dust, and cactus-like plants.

It fits people's stereotype of the desert.

Over the past six months, they have become accustomed to being wrapped tightly in black robes, accustomed to the touch of yellow sand under their feet, and familiar with the days of sandstorms.

The sound of the wind blowing up the sand and dust repeats itself endlessly like the tides at the seaside.

In more extreme weather, it is normal to find that the Crystal House is one-third buried when you wake up. In that kind of weather, looking outside through the skylight, the world is pitch black in the sandstorm.

Later, we had to make crystal pillars, connect them to the house, and dig deep into the yellow sand to "nail" the house to prevent it from being "pushed" back and wasting a day - this happened once.

Even Mahat would quietly go into the house. Although he wouldn't die, if he was buried, he would be in a very embarrassing situation if he crawled out.

Qing's magic can now easily create high-end crystal matchboxes - roughly in the shape of a small house, with two rooms, multiple layers of walls, and a hollow outer structure to maintain the temperature inside the house.

The most memorable day was when Qing woke up due to the influence of her biological clock and found that it was still dark outside. She was confused for a long time.

Until I saw that there were no stars outside the roof, only darkness. I lit the magic lamp and looked closer, and saw that the roof was made of sand.

It turns out it was buried in the sand. I thought it was a cloudy day.

It was more than ten meters deep, and it took some effort to climb out.

There is no so-called "land" in the desert. All the sand is flowing. A sandstorm is enough to move sand dunes dozens of meters high.

On days with flying sand all over the sky, there is a romantic feeling of rain.

In fact, it was very cruel. In the scorching heat of the day, they had seen demons with their magic power exhausted fall into the hot sand and turn into particles. Visually, it looked like they were evaporated by the heat.

At night, the temperature will drop sharply to below zero, with a temperature difference of nearly 40°.

Qing’s first thought was that the melons here would be good.

Actually, it’s really good. There is a kind of fruit that is similar to watermelon but has purple flesh, and there is also something similar to cantaloupe. I enjoyed eating it before.

That was the reward for helping the villagers fight off a giant white snake-like monster lurking in the desert.

Qing thought that if one of them had red or pink hair, the fight would be much easier.

The reason for staying here for so long is certainly not because of the beautiful scenery and delicious fruits, but mainly because of the battle.

In this harsh environment, the targeted evolution of monsters and demons is astonishing. It is more brutal here than in the central and southern parts, but milder than the blizzards in the north, giving creatures enough time to adapt.

It gave Qing a lot of ideas.

I'm almost familiar with this place.

They were going to make some final arrangements before leaving, and if there were any memorable enemies or adventures, it would feel complete.

Just right, there is a suitable place.

I ran around in the settlement in the desert, doing all sorts of strange commissions. Maybe because my respect level was maxed out, I got some special news a while ago.