Reincarnation Band Magician

Brave: 304, Faith of the North

In Ms. Toyokawa Shoko's language learning memory, about two-thirds of the time was spent repeatedly memorizing various tedious etiquette words and guessing various tones.

Everything can be thrown away after coming into this world. No one buys this.

The common language does have a well-developed honorific system, but it is now basically only used in formal occasions and is not used in 99% of the adventurers' lives.

Miss Xiangzi initially wanted to change and learn Qing's way of communication.

But after communication, I gave up the idea.

Qing said that they both have their own abilities, and there are times when she can use her communication skills.

So now she quietly communicated with Yili about magic, and wondered why this kid had such a good theoretical level but still couldn't cast more complicated magic.

Earlier, Qing and the warriors of the Demon Hunting Clan talked about the belief in the goddess.

The other person had a goddess's winged emblem on his chest, but it seemed a little different from the usual ones, which made Qing feel confused.

Churches are rare in the north, and are basically only found in major cities. Qing asked if it was because the environment was harsh and the monks lacked combat effectiveness and could not survive.

“Actually, I’m a monk too.”

A green light emanated from the other person's hand, which was rubbed on his lips, and the blisters from eating too quickly and burning the food healed.

"There are many monks like me. We are all devout believers of the goddess. However, we are more accustomed to killing monsters and demons than rescuing people. The more we kill, the fewer people they will harm. Everyone around us seems to think so."

Battle Priest...

Therefore, compared to the study of divine arts, the North focuses more on the training of martial arts or magic.

When it comes to religion, ideological differences are common, but because of the particularity of the Goddess's teachings, the arguments between heretics are just that.

In this warrior's tribe, before he grows old, a warrior who is healthy and has no defects will be considered disrespectful to the goddess if he does not kill more than twelve monsters or demons during the goddess's celebration in winter throughout the year.

An average of one monster per month is nothing for an adult warrior. Some diligent ones can achieve one per day. There are only so many monsters in the northern plateau.

The seriously injured and naturally weak tribesmen will be responsible for logistical work. For every tribesman they save or every warrior they help defeat a powerful enemy, they are allowed to increase the count by one-fifth.

In order to facilitate statistics and confirmation, they possess a unique magic that can record the number and intensity of prey killed. Its origin is ancient, and it is impossible to determine whether it is ancient magic or a modified divine spell separated from the Goddess's scriptures.

As long as the magic tool carrying that magic is touched to the chest and magic power is injected, a light spot will appear on the tool, and the light will change from low to high and from white to red according to the strength of the target being killed.

Now this kind of counting has become a way to show off seniority. The biggest difficulty for their tribe is to suppress the fighting enthusiasm of their members and try to teach young people not to seek death on their own initiative and not to be lost in meaningless battles.

"So the elders of the tribe want to hide this magic and stop making magical tools. I understand that, but I think this kind of intuitive accumulation gives a great sense of accomplishment in hunting. Qing, do you understand?"

"Wow Garimas."

Qing nodded seriously, then became curious, "Can I use this magic tool?"

"Use it. In the north, only tribes like ours, who make a living by hunting, possess this kind of magic. The goddess watches over each of her believers, and this is proof of a miracle."

He took out his magic recording device, which was a small palm-sized wooden tablet engraved with the ancient common language.

"Just place it on your chest like this and inject your own magic power into it."

"Well, thank you."

When Qing took the wooden sign, he was stunned.

I felt like I was being tricked by the other party. This feeling of being eager to show off was like a professional band member meeting a newbie in a music store, saying that his level was average, and then borrowing the store's instruments to perform.

According to the shop assistant who is familiar with Sister Xingge, 70% of the veterans who usually hang out in musical instrument stores have a similar mentality.

It seems that this kind of showing off is a common problem among human beings.

The soldiers showed off their resumes.

After the magic power was injected, some round spots of light emerged.

Most of them are white, followed by light pink, then orange which accounts for about 10% of the total, and the most conspicuous red is only two lonely ones.

"In the legends of my tribe, the resentment of demons and monsters will haunt those who harm them. According to current theories, it may be a tiny remnant of magical power, which can only be reflected by this kind of magic.

"If you contribute in battle and cause damage, the amount of magic power you gain will naturally increase. You won't need to kill anything to create a ball of light."

It sounds like the calculation method of salvation points is similar in combat, so Qing guessed that this might be the goddess's magic.

Taking the wooden sign from the soldier, Qing glanced back at Xiangzi and turned back, "My companion, can she try?"

In order to avoid the other party having any special taboos, such as not allowing women to touch things.

The demon hunters didn't care. "Please, anyone who fights monsters is a warrior worthy of respect. Even if they are killed by magic, they can be marked with great accuracy. Please let me see it."

"I want to see the exact amount, too."

Qing placed the wooden plaque against his chest and infused it with magic power.

There is a wonderful feeling of being pulled, and stars of light bloom.

"belch--"

The warrior made a sound as if he was choking on his food. Even when blisters formed from the burns, his face showed stiff surprise. He clutched the holy emblem on his chest and whispered, "Goddess."

The dense bright red reflected the surroundings, almost turning the trees red.

He had only seen such behavior when the older people in the tribe showed off to the young people, and even less often than this.

In the retina-paining red light, there were a few purple-red balls of light, a color only the patriarch had.

As for the others, I can’t count them all.

Qing felt a little strange to be able to see the "accumulation" of the past so intuitively.

Anyway, he's very handsome.

"Xiang."

Pass the wooden sign over.

Miss Xiangzi pretended not to care and maintained a polite smile amidst the sea of ​​red.

Even if you just count the number of kills, she has nearly one-third more than Qing. It's just because her arms are longer, there's nothing she can do about it.

Only the highest grade colors are slightly inferior.

The warrior didn't know what to say, "Well, it looks like this hunt is going to go very smoothly."

All of a sudden, the passion of working together to defeat monsters and rebuild their home turned into the leisurely pace of catching wild boars while chatting and laughing with uncles as a child.

The tension is gone at all.

……

After arriving at an open area, the warrior released his aura. Soon, several more warriors arrived, fully equipped with staffs, bows and arrows, swords, and spears...

Among them was a man wearing a white cloak and had a claw scar on his right eye. He looked to be over fifty years old.

The cloak is pure white without a single stain, a display of strength and skill.

Brave: 305, Big Monster

"Everyone, I've stumbled upon these two powerful warriors and their friends. Building a village here might be possible again."

He kicked Yili out directly. He was very strict and would not tolerate anyone who was strong enough to sneak in to make up the numbers.

"This is Qing. He possesses the magic of transforming objects into crystals. With his cooperation, the damage caused by the lizard's venom spray to the environment will be reduced to a controllable level."

The old man with claw marks looked at Qing, and it was unknown what he understood. He nodded and started to speak. His voice was very hoarse, as if he was injured.

"You're a dragon, that's good."

The soldier explained, "It's because I think Qing's eyes look like a dragon."

"Can I confirm the effects of the magic?"

"no problem."

Qing transformed his cape into crystal.

"It would take several times more magic power to remove the crystallization."

"How far can you go in combat?"

"From here to that side, the plants on the ground and the underground part, half a meter deep, its toxins can also turn into crystals when they flow out."

"That's enough. It's theoretically possible."

After the conversation, he wanted to talk to his tribesmen, and when he passed by Xiangzi, he commented on her: "A little kitten, a little fierce."

Ms. Toyokawa forced a smile.

In the last mile, I actually got the evaluation of a lion.

【Are your eyes blurry? 】

Xiangzi stroked the ruby ​​on the umbrella handle and thought about this.

The Demon Hunters began a discussion.

If you turn hunting into your life, then you must have accumulated enough experience and wisdom over a long period of time.

The archer carrying a bow and arrow was a sturdy middle-aged man. In the adventurer's system, this type of long-range profession often plays the role of first attack or support, so it requires calm and careful thinking ability. He looked solemn and thought for a while.

"Old man, let's take action. Every day we wander, the risks will accumulate. This area is the best choice."

The old man in the white cloak nodded, "I know... ahem! Does anyone have some water? I forgot to bring some and my throat is hoarse."

Is it just because I haven’t drunk water for a long time?

After deciding on the action, everyone began to rest on the spot.

Check weapons and confirm equipment. There are many factors that can lead to death in battle. The purpose of the inspection at this time is to avoid low-level mistakes such as "aging of straps causing important props to fall off."

The archers were serious, put on gloves, used different bottles and jars to attach toxins to the arrowheads, and then installed them in place.

Yili tugged at the corner of Qing's clothes, "Liang, it's her turn."

"Ah."

The one who opened his eyes again was the bassist who looked cold but was passionate inside. He stayed in the dangerous foreign world to fulfill his best friend's wish and tried to contribute his strength.

Qing noticed her look, "Are you interested in bows and arrows?"

"Yeah, I want to try it. Magic is too light, and it's a bit unimaginable to go up and chop people. It would be better if I had a gun."

"There are things of similar shape, but they are also magical tools. You can try them when you like bows and arrows."

After a brief conversation, Qing warned her to be careful and not to get too close.

The old man turned around and rubbed his eyes when he saw Liang. "Am I also at the age of dementia? I was mistaken. It was weeds."

Yamada Ryo was a bit eccentric and didn't tolerate the riddler. He asked in a short, common language, "What does that mean?"

"It seems to sway in the wind, but its roots are actually fixed there. It's a tough creature."

"Why was it a lion just now?"

"Lions, especially male lions, have a mission to protect their pack. That look just now shows someone who would risk their life to protect something important—even if they were just a cub."

Is Pochi that kind of person?

"Okay, let's get started and finish this before dark."

……

Professional is different.

The demon hunters would mix medicines with various ingredients to disperse the surrounding monsters and avoid getting caught in a melee. They would then set traps, delay scent signals, and poison...

In battles where strength cannot absolutely crush the opponent, that is where skills come in. These advance preparations will increase the success rate by 30%. In the worst case scenario, it can also help to escape from the battlefield.

"Even the best soldiers need to grow and train. During this period, the experience we accumulate can effectively avoid unnecessary casualties."

The old man said this and looked at Qing.

"You came here this way, too."

It is a declarative sentence.

"Is that so?"

Qing is not very confident.

The old man didn't say much, "I'll trouble you later."