Reincarnation Band Magician

"I understand."

Xiangzi sat up and straightened his clothes.

The scenery outside the car window changed, the neatly arranged buildings and the white stone domes of the churches gradually disappeared, and the trees became denser.

The cobblestone road in the holy city has come to an end, but on the way to the palace, it seems as if the stones themselves have piled up to form a road, solid and smooth.

And so, we arrived in front of the palace.

……

As a disciple of "Seliai", Aite has to be a little more serious.

Although his smile was still casual, the feeling of being "at work" was very obvious.

Just like when I was teaching in the past.

"Qing, Xiangzi, come here. Well, you are dressed very well today."

Aite was very satisfied with their preparations, which were very suitable.

"Then please come in."

Brave: 336, Disciple's Promise

Celie hates trouble.

Elves are lazy creatures, and only a few of them don't hate trouble.

Celia has enough power to carry out her will, to do whatever she wants and not do what she doesn't want.

But in order to collect magic, one always has to show up in public. There are always many stupid people in the world, and one needs an obvious way to show power and make them retreat.

This palace is like that.

Humans cannot imagine kneading stones into the desired shape like kneading mud.

In some places, you can still see ancient style patterns from the Unified Empire period or even earlier. The architectural style of this period is recognized as the most majestic and beautiful.

Slender vines entwine around the stone pillars, climbing all the way to the top, hanging down strings of purple flowers with a faint fragrance.

The huge space was simply constructed, consisting of only a throne in the center and a few small rooms around it. Other than that, there were bookshelves piled high with books, including the second and third floors led by a spiral staircase at the back. Books were everywhere within sight.

There are hundreds of thousands of magic books piled up here. When the number exceeds a certain level, it becomes difficult to understand.

It would be hard for a normal person to finish watching it in ten lifetimes.

In such a heavy place, the slender golden elf sitting cross-legged on the throne creates a particularly strong contrast.

She was wearing a simple white robe and brown earrings on her wide and long elf ears, just like Fulilian's.

It seems that he doesn't like the feeling of being restrained. His sleeves are very loose, his limbs are exposed, he is barefoot, and the area from his ankles to his calves is wrapped with brown cloth.

The limbs looked slender, but not skinny and sickly. Qing's intuition told him that close combat would not be the opponent's weakness.

Qing and Xiangzi both glanced at him politely.

It's not just politeness, it takes some courage to continue watching.

The surging magic power enveloped the other party, and even at such a distance, there was a sinister feeling as if it was "slapping" on the face.

It can be regarded as a test and greeting from the Great Magician.

Qing and Xiangzi took a few steps forward and stood at the edge of the magic, while Xiao Mo took a step forward and immediately, like a kitten with its fur standing on end, jumped back and hid behind Qing: "What is this?"

Qing answered briefly: "Magic."

As he spoke, the tip of his nose was touching the edge of the huge magic power, with the distance between them no more than three hairs.

Xiangzi was a little worse, as there was a book between them.

But the other party did not respond, as if expecting further performance.

After Qing thought about it, he entered the form of a "ghost".

All the magic power was gathered, and in the sense of magic, he existed as naturally as stone, air, and trees.

Celia finally made a move. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, looking in Qing's direction.

"As expected, there are still many things in the world that I don't know. I'm afraid even the demons can't imagine that there is no magic power."

She walked down from the throne, stepped barefoot on the stone slabs, and came to the front.

When Qing lowered his head, he saw her feet. He felt it was impolite and raised his head slowly.

The scent is very faint, closer to nature than that of Fulilian. The former is trees, grass and mushrooms, while here it is like wind, soil and clouds. It exists, but will be ignored inadvertently.

This magician from the Age of Gods was taller than Fulilian and shorter than him.

I've thought of Fulilian too many times today, and comparing that elf with the one in front of me... is honestly a bit rude.

Qing tried hard to put those impressions behind him.

These fell into Celie's eyes.

"You don't seem afraid of me."

"Well, to me, you are an elder who needs respect, and I am better at communicating with elders." Qing did not sense any malice.

It is also difficult to make Celie feel malicious.

"'Elders'? Elves don't have that concept. Don't judge us by human emotions. You've met Fulilian, so you should know that we live in different worlds."

Celia admired the talent of the man in front of her, but felt that he was a little too naive.

The ones who kill the most humans are demons, followed by humans.

It is very naive to think that elves are reliable even though one cannot fully trust one's own kind.

Qing thought carefully and replied, “It’s true that there’s no concept of elders, but other than that, it’s pretty much the same. Fulilian also has the cognition of being a human.

"Perhaps it's because she's special that I feel the only difference between elves and humans is in personality, not as great as the gap between them and demons."

Celie felt that this person needed to calm down, and refuted him: "Foolish! Are you an elf? You are so rash to judge. The world of magic requires imagination, but assumptions are not acceptable."

Then, Qing's ears became pointed.

Qing maintained the respect and politeness of a junior, "I think I might be."

"Um……"

Celia was silent.

This reason is very convincing.

She raised her hand and placed it on Qing's shoulder, sensing it carefully. If she hadn't seen how the other person had changed, she couldn't imagine that this wasn't an elf.

"It was you that day, and the time is right. When I came to the Holy City, about four or five years ago, you transformed into a demon in the Royal Capital."

"Yes."

"It's hard to imagine. I take back what I said before, but Fulilian and I are indeed different. Remember this."

Giving up the argument, she suppressed her emotions, regained her composure, and looked at Xiangzi.

"You are also very good. How long have you been studying magic?"

"Six years, close to seven years."

"In normal cognition, your talent is first-class, and I heard from Ate that you are good at analyzing and understanding magic, which is rare. There are many powerful magicians, but the talent for research is a rare commodity. Do you want to become my disciple?

"I can find all the magic that has ever existed in human history for you. No matter which one you want to learn, I can teach you. I believe that this will bring more surprises to mankind and to me."

It is impossible to doubt the words of human fantasy when they are spoken by the ancients and surrounded by this thick, long and silent sea of ​​books.

Anyone who pursues advanced magic will probably not be able to refuse this invitation.

Even if one does not pursue the path of magic, one cannot refuse it. The vast ocean of magic has possibilities that humans themselves cannot imagine.

Explore precious minerals, cure stubborn diseases, find lost relatives...

Wealth, health, family...

Faced with those precious possibilities, Shoko Toyokawa could only shake her head silently.

Although Fulilian still said that she was not a disciple, she did everything a teacher should do.

The most important thing is that Miss Xiangzi is extremely satisfied with the present.

"Thank you for your appreciation, but I have no reason to serve you, and there are things I must do, so..."

"Huh, you refused again."

Celie walked over nonchalantly.

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PS: Let’s refresh our minds with two chapters first. There are still two chapters to go, so I suggest you go to bed early.

Brave: 337, Desire

"In this respect, I'm just like that guy. I have no ambition."

As Celie expected, she didn't say much. Although it was a pity, this was the second invitation, and her pride would not allow her to be rejected for the third time.

Go to the last one.

At first I just thought of it as a side dish and didn't pay much attention to it, just like broccoli next to steak.

But if you look closely, you will find that it has some unique delicacy. After some polishing, it may become a piece of beautiful jade.

"You have a lot of 'marks' on you."

Celia grabbed Metis's left hand and felt it.

"There are calluses here too, on the palm... Is it a light weapon, a dagger? Here on the fingers, it's a bowstring. The feedback of magic power also has traces of divine arts. And although he is a professional monk, he carries the aura of serious magic.

"That makes four... At this distance, your body isn't reacting, so it's five?"

Metis nodded in surprise, "That's amazing, Aunt Celie."

[That little brat...]

The elf glanced at the little girl hiding behind Aite, and without caring, she turned back to the throne, folded her legs together in a relaxed manner, ready to solve it all at once.

“Although you are not my disciples, I don’t mind because each of your future is worth looking forward to. I hope you can grow faster.

"—So, tell me, what kind of magic do you want? An improvement on killing magic? Flight? Or those curses that humans can't understand but I've recorded? Just treat it as a meeting gift. Pick one. This is my 'gift'."

The great magician of the mythological era was rich and generous. She would give a spell to every magician who interested her, because the other party would definitely give her more fun.

【Transfer Magic】, the magic that can give magic, Celie has mastered this technology, so as long as she decides to do it, there is no situation where she cannot learn it.

To explain it in modern terms, it's Ctrl X plus Ctrl V, giving your magic to others at the cost of losing it.

Celie possesses a vast array of magic, and each one has a replacement, so it doesn't matter which one is given away.

Modern magic technology has reached a bottleneck. Even the magic used in war is the same old thing over and over again.

The magic that has given her the most surprises in recent years is actually the killing magic invented by the demons.

It sounds like a bad joke.

Objectively speaking, the war with the demons has affected the development of magic. All magic that cannot be used in war does not receive any official resources.

In theory, if we want to usher in an era of flourishing magic, we must end this protracted war.

But Celia didn't think so.

She felt that it was just that magicians in recent years lacked talent.

Dying too early is a sign of lack of talent, being unable to end a war is also a sign of lack of talent, and having magic that is all the same is even more of a sign of lack of talent.

Even if the war was over, talented people wouldn't just appear out of nowhere. It would just create more useless magic, taking up her precious energy.

Today, talented people came to her, and Celie decided to generously help them.

They will definitely ask for what they lack most now, and then they can focus their energy on what is truly valuable and bring her surprises.

This was what Solitaire thought when she offered the money: to save meaningless waste of time.

"Aite, come here too. Think about it. As long as it is a field that human imagination can touch or has touched before, I will show it to you again."