Reincarnation Band Magician

Golden Journey: 202, Suppressing Curiosity

Before I knew it, a year had passed.

Find monsters and skip stones.

To guide the passing caravan and skip stones on the water.

Clean up the demons and skip stones.

No matter what the work is, after finishing it, you have to skip stones on the clear green, inky black, shallows, lakes, rivers, and abysses.

Humans’ adaptability is truly incredible. The forest that seemed chaotic when we first arrived can now be easily handled.

Because forests are rich in species, even if monsters don't eat humans, they can reproduce quickly, and the amount of clearing is ten or even dozens of times that of the desert.

The points increased dramatically, by more than 10,000 points. Theoretically, after working here for a few years, I can go back to see my mother.

But no, Qing knew it when the monster's points reached 0.5 points.

After that, I followed the village chief around and now I am clearing out some common monsters that reproduce as fast as mushrooms. It is already 0.001 points.

Eliminate the way to spawn monsters.

They didn't think much of it and stopped caring about the points two months ago.

Today, another village used the magic of "flattening stones" to cater to their needs and successfully invited Qing. There has been trouble with demons in their area recently, and the simple villagers have been deceived repeatedly.

There is no reason not to kill, even if the reward is ordinary fruit, Qing will come.

For some reason, the Great Demon Clan has been observing him more frequently recently.

Qing didn't care. It was just right that working in groups of two could help reduce risks. They could be confident but not conceited.

Over the mountains and across the rivers.

Qing stopped.

"Hey, Mahat, can you lend me that stone?"

The big demon's expression became more vivid. He looked back and said, "Qing, you said you would work hard during working hours."

"Ok."

Qing looked at the river in front of him with regret. It was calm here and he felt he could challenge Mahat's record.

He really liked that magic tool, but Mahat was also interested in it, so he kept borrowing it and never asked for it back.

In the past year of clearing out the tribe-like monsters, he still hasn't broken Mahat's record, not even himself.

It may have something to do with the calm weather that day, as well as my touch and talent.

Qing's current close combat skills have made Mahat have no intention of trying to get close. Perhaps he is not a demon of the general. Being touched by him at close combat distance is tantamount to a death sentence, but he does not seem to have any talent for skipping stones.

This might be due to the muscle memory of swinging the sword.

In fact, Mahat didn't like skipping stones, he just thought it would help to make Qing feel emotional and better observe humans.

Even the arrogant demons have to start from the most difficult part to understand humans.

Although so far, not only has there been no results, but it has also made him question some of his previous observation records.

Is this what humans are like?

He really couldn't feel the joy of throwing stones into the water.

……

Influenced by two certain, special, individual, unnamed people, the young people in the village also like to stand by the water in their spare time.

This made the fish in the nearby waters more alert and they learned to avoid them, because any shadow by the water meant that those stupid people were going to throw their damn, plague-infected little stones.

Later, some people who really lacked the talent for skipping fish started competing to see who could knock out more fish.

These behaviors that make fish remember also successfully add some elegant fun to anglers.

"I say, tell me, is it possible that one day a village girl wearing a skirt, picking berries and hunting, with a particularly lovely smile, will come up to me and say, 'Brother, you look so handsome when you skip stones on the water. I want to marry you.'"

"It will definitely happen!" The person being questioned was polishing a stone on the ground. "As long as our skills are as good as Qing and Brother Yide's, one day the stone I throw will fly to the other side!"

"Then I'll have to work harder too!"

The two of them became enthusiastic about polishing the stone again.

Fulilian and Xiangzi's group, who had just returned from dredging the river, happened to pass by the river and found the village chief after returning to the village.

The elf said bluntly: "This place is not okay, it's doomed."

"What's the situation?"

The village chief was shocked, thinking that some powerful monster had begun mass production.

It turned out that the elf was talking about things in the village.

"That's fine. Let nature take its course. Those young men will one day find a girl who captivates them like the splashes on the water... Before that, it doesn't matter if they're obsessed with her for a few years or even a dozen years. Who hasn't wasted time when they were young?"

Fulilian agreed and said, "Yes."

"What is it?" Xiangzi pinched her ear. "Your village has been without births for more than ten years, and the generation is going to be extinct, okay?"

The dwarf village chief stroked his beard. "That's fine. You can merge it into my son's village when the time comes. By the way, this is my final commission. Please clear a path to my son. I know a very special maze, even more special than the one I gave you before..."

……

In order to solve the problem of declining birth rates in the village, the village chief decided to strengthen communication with his son's village, which is not far away.

"Do dwarf families kick their children out when they reach adulthood?"

"Not that I know of."

“I haven’t read it in a book either.”

Fulilian and Qing both shook their heads.

After all, the dwarves have very close exchanges with human society, and it can be said that they are completely integrated into the human community. Many times they will directly use the word "human" to refer to themselves.

Normal families wouldn't kick their children out when they reach adulthood without a reason.

However, whether it is family affairs or special relationships, dwarves with a lifespan of hundreds of years always have time to resolve them, and this is not something that ordinary people like them need to think about.

The aliens, whose ideal lifespan is 30000+, lamented that they didn't have that much time. The elves and demons, whose upper limit was unknown, probably several thousand years, nodded in agreement.

They are also past the age of exploring their roots while traveling.

Questions destined to remain unanswered, secrets to be taken to the grave, hatred that will never be let go...

They have seen all of this, and now, they no longer expect every story to have an ending. Many times, there is not even a rotten ending, or even a broken chapter or an ending that turns over the page. It often ends abruptly.

Like pages torn from a book.

If you delve too deeply into the details, travel life will become complicated.

Adventurers who don't want to delve too deeply into other people's lives just write down those details on the paper of memory and put it in a corner, perhaps adding one or two more words a long time later.

And the final record of their adventures in the forest began to be written.

……

The clue to the "special maze" mentioned by the old dwarf village chief is in the hands of his son.

When the magic cannon was used to bombard the village, it was found that everyone in the village had taken up their weapons and was hiding in various places tremblingly.

Uh... this is, forgot to inform you?

Qing, who was good at communication, stepped forward and explained the situation. Then the young dwarf village chief smashed a small tree with force.

"That old fellow!"

Golden Journey: 203, The Brave One Sets Off

Anyway, the reward was received.

I don't know the relationship between the father and son, but perhaps this rude way of opening the way is also a part of restoring the relationship.

……

"Brother Qing! Brother Yide!"

"Master...are you really unable to continue guiding us?"

"Study hard and practice diligently, that's all I can say."

"Big brother!"

The young and not-so-young men in the village surrounded Qing and Mahat.

The young girls were shaking their heads here.

"He's obviously good-looking, and Brother Ide has a great temperament!"

"I prefer Qing's style. She seems to be very caring..."

"Hey, hey."

Reminded by her friend, the girl turned around and met a pair of amber eyes.

There was clearly no emotion in his eyes, but the girl remembered the scene where he got almost all the adults, including her father and the village chief, drunk. At that time, his figure sitting on a pile of wooden barrels, holding an empty cup and looking down on the crowd was terrifying.

There was another good-natured laugh all around.

Another girl handed over flowers and came up to Xiangzi, saying goodbye reluctantly.

Although many times, I felt that Miss Toyokawa Shoko had an aristocratic air, a high and mighty air, which made people feel distant and afraid, but after getting along with her for a long time, I found that she was sometimes a completely shy little girl.

More than one enthusiastic older sister came over and offered all kinds of dangerous suggestions, but they all declined repeatedly and hesitantly, using the excuse that "I'm still traveling."

But after seeing the blue-haired girl blast through the forest, everyone's jokes stopped briefly.

Power always brings awe.

When they parted, everyone quietly brought up those things again.

Xiangzi blushed and tried to refuse.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just an adventurer now. It will take me a few more years to shoulder the burden of others' lives and prepare for them..."

Fulilian stood aside, chewing some preserved fruit, and casually said goodbye to the village chief.

"10 years... well, maybe see you in 50 or 80 years, maybe even 100."

"Well, on behalf of everyone in the village, I want to thank you for your dedication and hard work over the past year. Also, the ruins seem to have been overrun by monsters. Only half of the people who entered over the years have emerged. Please be careful."

……

"Pooh--"

Amidst the loud sound of water emerging, a huge fish head flew over and broke a tree.

This is not a rare case of fish-headed people or flying-headed barbarians, but just a simple "greeting".

Qing, standing by the tree, looked at the fish blood staining the transparent crystal above his head and said, "This person is not a good person."

Miss Xiangzi curled her lips slightly, and this time she did not agree with her friend and said "We are the newcomers", realizing that it might be a line from a movie.

Boys all like this kind of strange conversation. She would cooperate when she was in a good mood, but this time, because she was a little afraid of deep water, she was not in a good mood.

This is the northernmost area of ​​the forest. Looking into the distance, the winding and undulating mountains are their old friend, the tail of the northern plateau.

A tributary flows from the upper reaches of the Thor Valley, flowing to a nearby area and replenishing the flow of this large and small water body in the northern forest.

Not far from that tributary is the small lake in front of us.

But unlike the transparent, light green, dark green and dark green waters in the forest, it appears a deep grayish white to inky black.

The deep water that gathers together can be described as "abyss".

There may be some water hole at the bottom that connects to groundwater or other water bodies, so no matter how much water is poured in, it can never be filled up. It looks calm, but in fact there are undercurrents beneath the surface.

Nothing is deeper than still waters.

It is said that someone once fished out gold, gems and pearls washed down from upstream, so not far from this abyss, there are many low buildings serving as temporary shelters.

It has been abandoned for about 50 years.

It is said that 50 years ago, there was an earthquake in the north and some people heard strange noises coming from the water. After that, no one who went into the water could come out.