Reincarnation Band Magician

The first requirement for a thief is flexibility, and a flexible body is a must.

This body, a one-to-one replica of Xiao Mu, retained the toughness of a girl practicing ballet, but it was not enough. Strength-enhancing training was carried out on this basis. Physical fitness could not be improved in the spiritual world.

Because the venue and time were not suitable, I learned from Qing his magic tempering techniques.

After a comprehensive exploration of magic power and extremely detailed magic guidance, they only mastered this technique a few days ago.

Then, the first time, too much magic power was input... and the soreness like scraping the fascia was directly sent back to the one with the best control.

I just started formal training these few days, and overall, the progress is good.

Eris absorbed the experience of her predecessor Aqua in finding loopholes, and in the reincarnation contract she added later, she strengthened this body, which seemed like a broken jar, ready to be opened in one step.

As we chatted, the road under our feet continued to extend, and there were some obvious color differences in the darkness.

Chatting was also a way to divert attention. The forest at night was a little scary. The sounds of nocturnal animals could be heard from time to time. The wind blew through the leaves, making rustling sounds everywhere, as if someone was pushing aside the leaves and walking in the woods.

The dim environment gives room for imagination.

The two women's voices were a little weak, and their conversation was gradually becoming disconnected. Qingren noticed this, but...

He is also afraid of the unknown.

So I turned on the night vision a long time ago and ignored their feelings.

After thinking, Qing lit up a beam of light with his fingertips, releasing pure magic power, using the faint blue magic power to illuminate. The light brought comfort to people, and the two girls breathed a sigh of relief and moved closer.

Qing thought: "It's really inconvenient without a box, but I still have to prepare the magic lamp."

After the atmosphere faded, when only the kissing was soft, Xiaoxiang said, "Well, it's just like that. I quite like the night, it has a deep feeling——"

Qing turned off the light and heard the two girls screaming. Hongxia cried out in pain after being frightened because Xiangzi touched a sore spot.

"clear!"

"Ryo!"

He suffered the same treatment as Yamada Ryo, and was beaten by two ladies, and his apple was even knocked off.

Pick it up, wash it and continue eating.

As Qing threw away the apple core, he felt something hard under his boot.

"pat-"

When the light shone down, there was a pitch-black cobblestone road, which meant that we had arrived in the suburbs of the city.

Qing looked into the distance and saw the shadow of the city.

"Saint City Stralu... huh?"

There is a tiny feeling of being touched.

It seems to be a fluctuation unique to long-distance magic perception.

Even the most experienced magician would probably mistake the feeling at that moment for wind or airflow, and the more experienced they were, the more likely they would be to do so, because their magical perception would feedback that there was no source of magic around.

But Qing felt it.

It was so weak that it was no different from natural magic, but it was too even, like a sphere. Tracing the past perception, I found that the magic of the same origin covered the surroundings, flowing like natural magic and blending into nature.

It is something that ordinary demons and great demons cannot feel.

But Qing expanded his perception range. In his magical senses, a sphere covered the surrounding area, or in other words, enveloped the holy city in the distance.

He followed the magic power and sensed it silently in the opposite direction.

One kilometer, ten kilometers, fifty kilometers...

At first, I was just wary and curious, but with confidence, I decisively chased after it.

But after crossing such a long distance, even Qing felt shocked.

At the same time, I realized something was wrong.

The naturally flowing magic power could not spread so quickly. The magic power he sensed in the opposite direction was like riding on a conveyor belt and was being pulled all the way back.

This pulling force is very weak and people immersed in perception generally cannot feel it.

Finally, a palace-like building appeared in the magic feedback.

Qing's magic power stayed at the door, breaking free from the gravity.

Gently "knock" on the door.

……

The ancient elf lay on the throne, his hands hanging down and crossed leisurely, waiting for the peeping eyes to come.

But he didn't come.

Across the door, a slight air current swirled and gently hit the door, like a greeting.

Brave: 324, Holy City

"interesting……"

Before the second active exploration could be carried out, the door was pushed open and the two new sources of magic power were discovered only when they were close enough.

"Celiai! You stayed up late again!"

With a "dong" sound, a childish and lively voice echoed in the empty palace, which was out of tune with the heavy solemnity.

A little girl with baby fat on her face, short black hair and brown eyes, broke open the door and ran in holding a fat owl.

Her face has a rounded owl-like quality.

At six or seven years old, even dogs dislike it.

The owl in his arms had messy feathers, revealing a very human look of fatigue and haggardness. After a "coo" sound, he broke free, landed on the ground and jumped away, then spread his wings and flew up to avoid hitting the little ancestor with his wings.

"You're back, right next to each other," Celie said, a little surprised. "It's only from this distance that I can tell, Aite, you do have some talent."

"Perhaps you just overlooked it—disrespectful."

The disciple followed in, picked up his daughter by the waist, and slapped her on the buttocks skillfully. Clara also screamed a few times in a formal manner.

Aite, who was in a good mood, didn't care. Thinking of her daughter's recent good performance, she didn't slap her to break her magic shield and make her cry for her mother.

Celie changed her posture, sensing with interest.

"Useless modesty! No matter how weak or familiar someone is, I will never ignore their magic. So, you have a unique talent. Did you 'disguise' your magic? Why would you do such a thing?"

It was a secret recorded in the oldest books and passed down orally. Putting aside their understanding of this disciple, the legendary elven magician would not believe that anyone who truly knew her and knew her abilities would have any idea of ​​harming her.

So she was curious about why Aite was pretending.

"I just didn't want to disturb you while you were thinking, so I tried to change my magic a little bit."

Aite put her daughter down, straightened her clothes, and knelt on one knee.

"I'm back, Lady Celia."

If you ignore the little kid with his butt sticking out and his knees on the ground, it's still very solemn.

Neither of them paid attention.

When I was three, I thought I was still a baby. When I was four, I thought I was just a child. When I was five or six...

If this continues, there is still plenty of room for tolerance.

Clara was a smart child who knew how to take advantage of this tolerance and push things further - until she went too far and was hung up and beaten by her mother, and then she knew where the boundary was.

"Flillian has gone back."

A nonchalant statement.

"Yes, she asked me to pass on her regards."

"Don't use the aristocratic tricks at this time."

"You weren't mentioned at all."

"As expected."

Celia fell into deep thought.

Even she sometimes becomes dazed like an ordinary elf and thinks about the past. This happens only when she is more relaxed.

The conversation stopped, and Aite stood quietly aside, putting his hands on his daughter's shoulders to quiet her.

[Flillian...]

An unknown amount of time had endowed Celia with wisdom beyond human comprehension.

No matter how long we live, we will only live for a hundred years. Knowledge is constantly expanding and progressing, but human nature has hardly changed. It goes around in circles over and over again. Therefore, human history will continue to repeat itself. After the first thousand years, there will be nothing new in the world.

She looks down on guys without ambition.

Human life is short. No matter how talented you are, it will be of no avail if you don't even have the ambition to make progress.

Just like no matter how fast you run, if you don’t want to move forward, you can’t cross the finish line.

No matter how well she learns existing magic, it will only go around in circles within the framework. What she needs is someone who transcends cognition and has ambitions as fierce as fire.

There was a period of time when Volame was like that, but later he actually started doing some boring things, promoting magic, organizing theories... Wouldn't it be better to leave that kind of thing to mediocre people? It would just take a few hundred more years.

As for Volame, if she devotes herself to the path of magic, she will definitely grow to a level that breaks through her current cognition.

From then on, whenever she thought of that incident, Isaiah's mind would feel a little irritated.

【That annoying, hateful little devil. 】

She had never had many good students in her life, and every mention of them made her irritated. However, the woman in front of her, who lacked talent and had started late, was the one that satisfied her the most.

And Fulilian, a talented elf picked up by Volame, although not as good as her, but after hundreds of years of hard work in learning magic, she can be considered decent.

He is also a guy who doesn't want to make progress.

An elf with eyes like that will surely waste time and be forgotten.

Celia had seen too many similar things.

——Until more than a month ago, the Great Magician thought so.

I'm a little interested. Fulilian, what caused the change?

It was just a little bit. Just imagining that lazy guy standing in front of her, looking at her with clear and stupid eyes, made Celie feel uncomfortable.

Let's just wait and see what changes she will bring.

Moreover, you can also learn about it from other places first. In fact, the main reason for the change may be here.

"Go and rest, Aite, I have nothing to do here."

"As ordered."

"We may have unexpected guests tomorrow, so be prepared to receive them."

"I'll take care of it."

After bowing, Aite took her daughter away.

Little Clara looked back at her elf aunt.

[Auntie is so lazy all day long, I have to send her meals, and she stays up late. Why doesn't Mom spank her?]

The world of children is full of unknowns.

……

"clear?"

After noticing his teammates starting to sense him, Xiangzi went into a guarded stance.

Hong Xia also pulled out a dagger from her waist, and the shadow magic was activated, and her whole body seemed to be fading.

They didn't detect the enemy until they lost their patience.

Qing slowly used magic power to send out a signal as a greeting.

He roughly knew who the other person was. Even before they met, he felt the awe-inspiring gap between them. After meeting, he immediately understood why Fulilian insisted that the demons were not a crisis that would destroy the world.

Most of the time, Fang can be identified as a friendly force.

Celie doesn't care about anything, but she's not so broad-minded as to offend at will. When she sees a monster that feeds on humans, she will just throw a spell at it.