Reincarnation Band Magician

In the magician's ears, there was a surge of tide.

Fulilian felt the dense magic power in this human's body, like the colliding ice layers in the rolling ice sea.

When you get closer, you feel like you're being sucked in.

Humans would never be able to do such a thing. Even among demons, such an abnormality is rare.

Only some generals who are good at physical strengthening can have such magic, but they all develop towards "thin" and "hard". Such generous magic... Fulilian is hard to describe.

Because she had never seen it.

"How do you shrink this kind of magic?"

"It's just suppressed in the body, feeling... well, like driving a carriage, pulling on the rope."

"Is this the way you control it?"

Fulilian came over, stared into his eyes, and flipped her eyelids.

"You haven't slept since you suppressed your magic."

This is a declarative sentence.

"Because once you fall asleep, your magic will start flowing again."

Millennium Magician: 77, Impersonation

Fulilian was indeed an excellent magician, and she was able to see this problem after only meeting him for half a day.

In fact, this is not particularly complicated, it is just beyond the imagination of humans, whether it is not sleeping or constantly restraining magic power like a horse.

Sisyphus pushed the stone to the top of the mountain, then leaned against the stone and did not move, without sleeping or resting. That's what it felt like.

This cannot be called suppressing magic. For ordinary people, it is called sealing magic. If a normal magician does this, he will tie his own hands and feet and be unable to move.

Fulilian originally thought that the human world had some new technology to suppress magic, and yesterday she was still wondering whether her thousand years of practice had been far surpassed and become the building blocks of the times.

Now I find out that this is the method of suppression.

She regained her confidence as a magician.

"You can't go on like this. Your magic power will slowly increase. As time goes by, it will take longer to mobilize the magic power. If you seize this period of time..."

Fulilian placed her hand on Qing's chest.

"For example, if I use offensive magic now, you will die immediately and won't have time to mobilize your magic power."

When fighting with Solitaire, they lay in wait for a while before taking action. This gap was not long, but an excellent magician would not miss it.

This situation is rare, and Fulilian is keen on studying magic and magical phenomena, which is also new material.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi looked at the elf in front of him seriously, "So I need you, Teacher Fulilian."

"Don't call me teacher. I haven't agreed yet. You have great talent. Finding a normal, excellent magician can quickly solve this problem... I really shouldn't have gone to see you that day."

"I think it's what's called 'fate' and intuition," Qing put his hand on his chest, "I'm very lucky."

"Humm..."

Fulilian ruffled her hair, messing up the strands that had been neatly combed that morning.

It was a complicated decision for her.

"It will probably take twenty years of hesitation, but it will be quick. Wait for me."

She hugged her knees and prepared to sit back down.

So you were hesitating about this this morning?

"Flillian's view of time..."

But Qing didn't say much. He was very good at distinguishing and observing emotions. Fulilian was just hesitant and uncertain.

This means that you have been thinking about it, but you just lack the time to make up your mind.

……

"Agreed?"

"Not yet, but I will agree."

Qing believed this.

No one likes their life to be disturbed, so they are always hesitant to make decisions, especially those that are never part of their life plans.

But...is twenty years too long?

Nagasaki Kiyoshi decided to observe for two months.

……

Fulilian sat for a while and then went into the house.

"The one over there, I remember your name is... Xiangzi, right? How's your magic?"

"The basics should be fine."

Xiangzi gave this answer carefully after careful consideration.

Comparing it with Volame's "Basic Theory of Magic", she finally came to realize that Solitaire's teaching was not right.

It doesn't seem like it was made for humans.

At least, there is nothing wrong with Volame's theory, and their foundation should be good.

"Oh, look at this."

Fulilian dug out a box from under the bed, and pulled out a bunch of strange things: bottles, antiques, and strange monster parts...

A thick book written in the language of the unified empire.

"If you're getting started, this is enough. Have you learned the ancient common language?"

"Yeah, no problem."

Xiangzi opened the book.

Saw a familiar quote.

"Is this... the 'Basic Theory of Magic' that records Volame's words?"

Fulilian was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.

"Wait a minute, it seems different."

Xiangzi noticed some changes in wording. In the book she was reading, the introduction was in the third person, that is, "Master Volame believes", but here it was "I think".

"It's different from the one I saw. Was it compiled by a different disciple?"

The overall reading feels smoother, as first-person narration always does.

There is nothing wrong with the theory that Xiangzi is most concerned about, except that the transition part in the middle lacks some records of daily life.

Solitaire's book is "the collected opinions of the disciples", and this book is simply Volame's understanding and explanation of magic.

"Then you may have been deceived," Fulilian said calmly, "Folamei does not have any disciples close enough to be able to 'record their words and deeds'."

Broadly speaking, all modern people who practice magic are her disciples, but strictly speaking, she only has one disciple, and that disciple has not played much of a role in her life.

In order to promote magic, after accepting a disciple, she organized and spread the more common magic theories.

"A disciple who can kill the Demon King, and a group of students who can change the times, Fulilian, the era of humanity is coming."

At that time, the orange-haired magician said so confidently.

Xiangzi took a look and said, "Indeed, it seems that the descendants are using the name of Volame's disciples to gain benefits."

“There are a lot of people like that.”

Fulilian didn't say anything because she had seen too many similar things. Even Volame himself had written dozens or hundreds of magic books, spanning a thousand years.

She also met a man with a fake, who swore that Volame had been resurrected. If she gave him 5 silver coins to buy a book, Volame would accept her as his disciple, and then they would attack the empire and be made a duke after the success...

strange.

There are countless people who claim to be her disciples, but none of them has left their names until now.

Fake is fake, no one cares.

"Then read it again to make sure there are no mistakes."

"Thank you, Ms. Flillian."

"Consider it your reward for the meal. Also, if you have a chance, please let me read that book you're reading."

Sometimes she was curious about what kind of image Volame was described by later generations.

Xiangzi was stunned for a moment, then agreed repeatedly.

In other words, they can stay here now?

Not accepting disciples does not mean not teaching magic.

In this respect, the elves are surprisingly flexible.

……

Another area was cleared.

Qing wiped the sweat off his face and put down the iron sword he bought in the city.

Exercising while chopping wood can help magic penetrate and strengthen the body faster, which feels good.

At this time, the sound of grass being pushed aside was heard in the distance.

A man who looked like a herbalist or a peddler came in, carrying a large basket on his back.

"Is it an elf? I heard there are elves here. Are they nearby?"

"I'm not, but I do have one. Are you here to see Fulilian?"

"So there really are elves? And Fulilian...it seems Grandpa has gotten old, and his accent has become strange. He keeps calling her 'Foxlian'."

"It's a bit strange indeed... Is there something wrong?"

"Give me some time, little brother. I've been lost here for two days. If I hadn't brought food with me, I would have starved to death. This place is so hard to find.

"Ah, I only have one day's worth of food left. I was ready to turn back if I couldn't find anything else. Oh, yeah, bro, do you know the way?"

Nagasaki Kiyoshi pointed in the direction.

"Oh, thanks."

The talkative young man put down his backpack, drank some water, and started talking about the past without waiting for Qing to ask.

Millennium Magician: 78. Things I Don't Know

"My grandfather ran a grocery store in the village over there. About twenty years ago, or even earlier, he developed what the monks called 'dementia'. At first, he just forgot things, but ten years ago, no one remembered anything, and I inherited the grocery store.

"Then last month, he suddenly wanted to go out, carrying a backpack filled with things. He said he was going to find the elves, asking for money, and going out to trade... He was already quite old, and he recognized me, so he told me to remember to come back every once in a while and tell me what the elves needed...

"Later... last week, I was busy with the funeral.

"My dad and I were reorganizing the grocery store and found some gold coins and jewelry. The total value of all of them is enough to buy up everything from the village to the forest here. It's scary.

“At first we thought Grandpa had some side job, and we were worried for a long time, but then we found an old account book that was recorded as having been given by the elves.

"Grandpa used to be a mean and frugal man. Dad had a bad temper and left home early, so we didn't know anything about him. So we asked the villagers. They weren't familiar with Grandpa, but they knew about the elves. They had been here for a long time, driving away wild beasts and killing monsters."

He put down a small box containing the currency and jewelry he had mentioned.

With Qing's knowledge, it can be determined that the earliest of these were currencies from the period of the unified empire. To this day, their value as precious metals is not even one-tenth of their historical and collection value.

The grocer's estimate was conservative.

"Since we discovered these, we haven't had a good night's sleep at home. Now we've returned them to their rightful owners. We've used some of them. Life was tough in the early years, with droughts and monsters. Grandpa exchanged them for food for everyone in the village. I'm sorry.

"Since she's busy, I'll come back next time, maybe in three or five years. Bye."

He did not ask for money for the gifts, saying that the money he spent would have to be paid back by his grandson's grandson's generation.

"The old man was a greedy and stingy man. He only did one good deed in his life that everyone remembered, and he used other people's money... I wonder if he would still be willing to open a grocery store in his generation. I didn't want to stay in the village at first, but the old man insisted that I stay."

The peddler talked about his past again, saying that there were no development opportunities in the village, so he planned to follow the foreign merchants who came to the village and leave to make a lot of money outside. The merchants refused to take him with them, so he followed them secretly.