Reincarnation Band Magician

The eldest lady saw her expression and said, "Flillian, please don't become like Qing."

She felt that it was because the shape of the wand she had chosen at the beginning was very suitable for close combat that Qing chose to be a warrior.

"What are you talking about?" Flillian blinked. "I don't have the talent to be a warrior."

"This is to prevent you from ever having any thoughts of becoming a warrior."

After checking twice, Qing used his perception to confirm, and then looked for it again in person to make sure that there were no loopholes.

Thirty minutes ago, this village belonged to the demons, but now it belongs to them.

A house with a main stone structure that was still usable was cleaned out, and the surrounding area was covered with a layer of transparent crystal, saving the effort of cleaning and reinforcement.

Several people sat down to drink tea.

Fulilian lay directly on the floor.

After staying in the crystal house for a long time, human buildings seem particularly familiar, and more open spaces are beneficial to mental health.

Everyone relaxed, even Xiangzi leaned against the wall.

"Huh... I feel like I'm back in the real world."

Strictly speaking, she was the only human in the room now, and her mental stress had accumulated unknowingly.

Sometimes I want to drink, but I suppress it with my willpower.

Although Qing pretended to have taken the wrong thing and stuffed a few bags into the box, she still felt that she should drink it when she was happy.

"I didn't expect there are demons living like this. It's really surprising."

"Although I have some knowledge of this, I didn't expect it to be possible to this extent. If it weren't for the difference in magic power, I would almost believe it." Even Fulilian was amazed by this.

In fact, it was just talk. A magician who had been around for thousands of years had seen too much, and his experience and reason would tell him how unreasonable it was.

Mahat remained silent.

Qing echoed the sentiment, "And it's rare for demons to live in groups. It seems this environment puts a lot of pressure on them. I wonder how many more demons like them there are in this forest."

It sounds like something out of a strange story, a monster luring humans in the deep mountains and old forests. As a human being, I can't help but feel a chill in my heart when I think about it.

If it were an ordinary lost merchant, he would probably be eaten up by these demons.

Now it seems that although his acting skills are good, his vision is not so good.

"Since they can survive here, it means there are at least human settlements or roads in use. However, if humans are constantly being attacked and missing in this area, the risk is increasing. Considering the demons' time perspective, the roads may also be abandoned."

"That makes sense, but it's also a direction. If you follow the path, there will always be intersections."

In order to vent the depression I had been feeling for a while, I had a small celebration in the evening. It was the standard procedure for adventurers after their hard work: delicious food, a bath, and a good night's sleep.

After calculating the possible problems I might encounter, I decided to splurge and consume one-third of the remaining dessert.

After the meal, we rested for a while and talked about the special products of this forest - ordinary things other than the demons, to help digest the food, and then came to the second step.

The two ladies began to take off their clothes, shoes and socks in a closed room.

All the clothes were wet, including underwear, socks and boots. Fulilian's boots were placed casually on the ground, and the moisture on the boot tops created a hazy effect on the crystal floor.

The forest climate and the clothes they had been wearing over the past few days had made them feel damp and stuffy, like a dry well that was about to dry up, with water squeezing out from it from time to time.

The climate around this forest is quite unique. Although it is the rainy season outside, the temperature here remains at spring level. It may be because of this climate that the trees are so lush.

It’s really hard to walk, and I feel like I’m going crazy if I don’t take a shower every day.

Today Xiangzi had a sudden idea and did not use the traditional bathtub or shower. He asked Qing for a long time. Although he felt it was strange, he agreed.

It looks like an oil barrel, and the crystal barrel is filled with hot water. The multi-layer structure slows down the loss of heat.

When Fulilian got into such a bucket, the water did not reach her chin, with only her head exposed. The elf in the barrel looked a little funny.

Just like dried mushrooms absorbing water and swelling, when they had absorbed enough "water", Fulilian narrowed her gem-like eyes and looked to the side.

"Has Qing started soaking yet?"

The voice of a teammate came from the side: "Please don't talk to me at this time, Lady Fulilian."

"All right……"

Lying in the bathtub, with my hair wrapped in a towel, I fought against my imagination.

Further outside, in the living room, the big demon was using magic to repair his gloves.

The three people in the room were all very relaxed. In the boundless sea of ​​trees, in the long-uninhabited village, there was a lonely light shining here.

Tonight only.

……

PS: I didn’t sleep in the afternoon and felt sleepy, so there are only two updates. Sorry for the special circumstances.

I previously thought that Group C were from the same year, but I found out they weren't. I was going to go with it, but then I felt that it wouldn't work if the protagonist was younger than Soyo. Compared to her older sister, she would be more of a contrast as a younger sister. I'll revise it later, but it's too late today.

Golden Journey: 201, Useful Stones

The forest was filled with mountain mist in the early morning. The wind blew through the light fog, and a lake as quiet and clear as emerald appeared in front of us.

The grass and trees rustled, and a large, colorful snake slid into the water, splashing water, and swam to the waters golden in the sun.

In the bushes here, Mahat hid his body against a tree, and the other three people squatted in the low bushes. Qing symbolically held up two bundles of branches to show that he was hiding seriously.

"It should be around this time."

Fulilian made this judgment while looking at the sky.

"The dragon is coming."

After leaving the ruined village, we found traces of people and followed them to find a settlement in the forest. This time it was not a cave full of demons.

Now they are asked by the villagers to clear out the monsters around them.

Among them, the most mobile and threatening ones are the dragons.

In appearance, it is similar to the wyvern in fantasy works. It is not handsome and has no aura. The clearing cards do not want to give them a place, but there are not many monsters in the group, just like the previous beetles, and the whole group is counted as an R card.

After all, there are so many of them that even an average adventurer with two fists cannot defeat four hands - four claws.

They carried out this work for half a month.

Those flying dragons are so active that once they discover humans, they will harass them day and night, attacking living people and livestock, affecting production and life.

Hunters in the forest hunt them with poison-soaked arrows. In the forest environment, bows and arrows are no worse than magic. After killing a certain number of them, they will retreat and then come back after a few days.

On the northern plateau, their natural enemies are everywhere, but when they come down to the forest here, their thin bodies become an advantage, allowing them to squeeze into the dense forest and move freely.

If you don't provoke the big guys, you will be at the top of the food chain in the forest.

In short, they are pests and vermin.

The villagers used mountains of berries and candied fruits to reach a cooperation with Qingda, who had recently been researching sweets, and then used insect repellent magic to hire Fulilian. Miss Xiangzi was the easiest to deal with. A few children surrounded her and called her sister, and she was won over by pretending to be pitiful.

"A cunning mountain man."

At this moment, even though he was muttering like this, the elf was in a good mood because he had received his reward in advance and didn't have to wrap himself up tightly.

She reached out and touched Qing's shoulder, touching and touching.

This made Qing feel a little itchy and he chuckled.

Xiangzi took a glance, reached out and pressed the elf's wrist, and moved his hand down to let Fulilian touch the pocket, which contained dried fruits.

The elf took a piece and stuffed it in his mouth. The eldest lady adjusted Qing's collar back to its previous shape, and then continued to crouch down the group of flying dragons.

At this time, the big snake, which came to the water to warm itself and prepare some fish to eat, had already swam to the center of the lake.

And the guys who planned to come to the lake to catch some fish or spicy strips came.

The sound of flapping wings was heard in the air, disturbing the mountain fog that was about to dissipate. One after another, green monsters plunged into the water. Their water-proof scales gave them a certain ability to fight in water.

Although they gathered in a crowd, the flying dragons had no sense of tribe. Whoever grabbed it belonged to them, so they fell in like dumplings, and the splashing water turned blood red.

"almost."

Flillian stood up and raised her wand.

Qing covered his eyes.

"call out!"

The sky dimmed for a moment, and a piece of lake water was evaporated by the killing magic, and the water vapor merged with the mist with a "hissing" sound.

To eliminate the roots of the monsters, Qingze lightly climbed onto the tree branch and reached a high altitude in an instant, looking at the few remaining monsters.

They reproduce too quickly. If you don't kill them all, they will form a new litter in a few years. Ordinary monsters have chaotic thoughts and not one out of ten will survive. This kind of clustered monsters is another matter.

Without drawing his sword, he stared with his blue eyes, a flying dragon flapping its wings reflected in his pupils.

The frightened flying monster suddenly realized that its wings had become heavy and could no longer be flapped. It fell from mid-air and crashed into the bushes and the lake. Mahat casually threw a stone at it to finish it off.

Qing stood on the treetop and admired the scenery for a while. Feeling cheerful, he stepped directly on the treetops and moved to the lake. He opened his arms and took a leap of faith.

"Oh!"

A huge splash was created.

Bubbles were rising in the lake. After a while, Qing was carrying a big fish that had been knocked unconscious, and he returned to the shore along the crystal steps. The clear crystals that wrapped around his body had dissolved, and except for his arms, there was no water on him.

Miss Xiangzi kept staring at it, and she must have been biting her handkerchief secretly, feeling sad, and thinking how great it would be if it could fly.

The lake in this dense forest is not very suitable for fishing because there are too many stupid fish that will bite the hook as soon as they see it, and there is no sense of accomplishment. Qing experienced this some time ago.

After two more days of hard work, they found the dragon's nest and cleaned out the little dragons that were grinding their teeth on the bones of some large animals.

"There are also many monsters clustered here. The order of the flying dragon group is much better than other places. Before, at the lakeside, if it was from the north, it would probably attack its own kind."

Fulilian wiped her wand and stood aside to watch the scenery.

The flying dragon nest is located on a huge old tree on a low hill. It is a huge bird's nest-like structure built with wood and vines. It looks like the residents are very good at changing areas.

Overlooking the sea of ​​trees from here, the view is broad and the gentle breeze makes the ubiquitous dampness disappear. It is very comfortable and cozy, sweeping away the cramped and gloomy feeling in the dense forest.

"Oh, I found a magic book."

"It's broken and unreadable, but does this kind of dragon also collect things?"

Mahat picked up a piece of rag and threw it aside. "I think the dead people's belongings were hanging on them and brought in."

"So they already have a basic concept of nurturing?"

“It’s incredible, but I think it’s true.”

I don't know if it's a local quirk, but the monsters in this group behave this way, or if it's just one of these wyverns or a particular one of them.

Monsters are like fish. No one knows where monster cubs will appear. If they learn to feed their cubs...

Although the threat is not as great as that of the demons, it is still a very troublesome behavior. The survival rate can be said to be very different with or without the care of the tribe.

It's okay for relatively weak monsters like the Wyvern, but if you are clearing the R and SR cards in that stack, it would be a terrifying thing if any of them were to overflow.

It is not clear whether the ecology will be destroyed, but there is a high probability that it will threaten humans, so it must be dealt with.

……

"Is there really such a thing..." The dwarf village chief stroked his beard, "I've lived for over two hundred years, and this is the first time I've seen such a thing."

Then, according to the process, the task is issued and hunters... no, adventurers are asked to conduct ecological surveys and processing.

In this area where outsiders are rarely seen in a year, the village chief naturally handed the important task to Qing and his men.

Afterwards, Xiangzi was persuaded with the forest specialty fruit wine, Qing was persuaded with the extremely rare and beautiful flowers, and Fulilian was persuaded with the news of the ruins...

"I didn't expect there would be a young man like you. From what I've observed, you're completely unmoved."

The dwarf looked at Mahat worriedly, then observed him for a while, his eyes widening.

"I see, you're simply enjoying the adventure with your friends? You're such a pure person, but you still have to pay for it—"

So Mahat got a magic tool, a flat, round stone that would automatically fly back after skipping on the water. Apart from the automatic flying back function, it was just an ordinary stone.

"If you have nothing to do, use this to kill time."

Afterwards, Qing borrowed the magic tool and used it to skip on the water. He threw it about 500 meters away, with it bouncing more than 220 times on the water surface.

And Mahat broke it on the spot.

The two names "Qing" and "Yide" were carved on the stone, and he became the skipping stone master that the young people in the village admired.