Reincarnation Band Magician

Otherwise, she would read books and teach herself. Fulilian had a large collection of books.

It's a rainy day today and Qing will be free, so I'll ask him to comb my hair.

"Oh well."

Nagasaki Kiyoshi had been up for a while, but he had been standing by the window in a daze.

There was a lot to do, but now he could choose not to do it or to do it later, and that was the feeling of freedom…

In his own room, he quietly experienced this feeling until Xiangzi came over.

"Speaking of which, is there something missing...ah, the mirror."

“I’ll buy it next time.”

Xiangzi sat down on the chair he had bought specifically for this occasion, feeling very relaxed.

"Ah."

"Just like before, Qing is my mirror."

Xiangzi leaned back in his chair, dangling the slippers hanging on his toes with ease, his round heels and a part of his calves exposed to the air.

She only did this kind of inappropriate and ungraceful behavior when she was very relaxed.

He nodded without saying anything and began to sort out the preparations.

I thought of the first time I saw her at the goddess' place, she was sitting still like a doll.

However, it is now rounder, more refined, and less thin, that cold, artistic look.

As friends, Qing of course prefers the current Xiang.

He also moved a chair and sat in the back.

They started to do their hair, which was a bonus time for both of them.

Sometimes Qing would be curious about when this grand hairstyle was done, which took him half an hour to do with his flexible fingers and a normal person might take a whole morning.

Is it an audience with the emperor in the south, or a coming-of-age ceremony?

……

Ms. Fulilian did not disappoint and slept until noon.

During this time, they combed their hair, ate breakfast, read books, and talked. They did not waste any time and had no objection to it, especially Xiangzi.

Lunch was boiled potatoes with pickle cutlets and cheese stew.

"This kind of rain will probably last for half a month."

Fulilian gave this shocking fact and poked the meat pie.

"The climate in the Middle Kingdom is surprisingly humid."

"It's always been like this. You're not from here, are you? Your accent sounds like the South..."

Fulilian felt a sense of disharmony. In the field of magic, her intuition was ten times more sensitive than in real life.

"Can I touch your face?"

"Ok?"

Xiangzi stood beside him with an expression that said, "Why are you talking about this?"

Qing nodded.

Fulilian reached out, touching her face with one hand and her forehead with the other, and then began to ask, "Are you from the north?"

"Southerner."

"There's nothing wrong with your tone or eyes. Where did you learn magic?"

"south."

"Is Xiangzi your wife?"

"No."

"Is she married?"

"No."

Fulilian lowered her hand and nodded.

"There's something wrong with your memory. Are you aware of it? Or, can you express it?"

Even she knew that it was the hairstyle southern girls wore when they got married, and she had seen it from a distance several times.

Both of them showed natural doubts at the same time.

The elf magician became more confident in his judgment.

"I see. It seems to be a magic that restricts some memories and expression. I happen to have encountered it before."

Qing woke up from his pieced-together memories. Although he couldn't express it, he was able to accept the news.

Sometimes, wrong information is also a kind of information, and not expressing is also a kind of expression.

Although this memory limitation is powerful, if you are aware of it and verify it with a skeptical attitude, you will soon discover it.

But it doesn't matter.

Because as a "lock" or a "safe", it is not its fault if it is not hidden well. It only needs to lock things.

The lock is there, the box is there. So what if you know it? Are you going to open it?

"This type of magic was popular in the Unified Empire for a while. At that time, the demons were just beginning to show signs of organization, and fighting among humans was the mainstream. Magic was seen as an evil technology, and this type of magic was even more synonymous with terror. Very little information was circulated about it.

"Memorizing the corresponding magic frequency, blocking and transmitting information, later due to various hidden dangers - the most important one is the confusion caused when it is triggered. For normal people, over time, it can lead to true cognitive dissonance and even mental illness.

"Later, as the battle with the demons intensified, further development and research of this type of magic was abandoned... At that time, it was also a highly confidential magic. I never expected to encounter it. It's a wonderful feeling."

Fulilian felt nostalgic.

A long time has passed and many things have changed. What can be left as a souvenir for a thousand-year-old elf?

She herself is actually the most ancient commemoration and witness of the past.

It’s amazing that it exists now.

……

PS: Here are four chapters first, there are more to come.

Millennium Magician: 85. Different

Qinghe Xiangzi could not mention this magic and could not communicate with her.

But I am very curious, can it be cracked?

"Hehe, my teacher happened to learn about this when he was organizing magic.

"The difficulty of cracking it depends on the number of magic nodes. Given the changing nature of magic, if there are less than 10 nodes, it can be solved in a year. If there are more than 10 nodes... then it depends on luck.

"Or consider other ways to break it. Usually, this magic can be broken by dying. Do you want to die once?"

[I've already died once, it doesn't feel good, so I'll just let it go.]

The two of them maintained the same dead eyes as when casting the spell.

"Or use stronger spiritual magic. Although this ancient structure is difficult to crack, after all, a thousand years have passed. Particularly sophisticated spiritual magic can construct a completely illusory world, distorting all its feedback and completely deceiving.

"It's a pity that I can't do it. I don't know how deep it must be to reach this level. Perhaps only the Seventh Collapse Sage can do it."

At the moment, there is really no way.

This is how magic develops. Many ancient magics lack the process of gradual optimization and have this relatively complete structure when they first appear.

In the world of imagination, while people are riding bicycles, some are already riding rockets.

In addition, as magic theory has developed to the present day, people's understanding of various physical and magical phenomena in the world has continued to increase. While a new batch of magic has been born, it has also inevitably stifled imagination.

Humans cannot imagine what life was like thousands of years ago. If they cannot imagine it, they cannot do it.

However, for humans, the overall progress of magic is more important, which will bring tangible convenience to people's lives and benefit more people.

Perhaps, because life has become easier, more magicians will be born and continue to promote the advancement of magic...

Fulilian thought a lot.

She recalled a long time ago when she and her teacher were organizing and studying classics. At that time, there was such sophisticated magic as memory operation.

It was also at that time that she realized the wisdom of mankind. At that time, only a few humans who studied the "evil" technology of magic could achieve such a level.

If it were to become universally popular, human wisdom would surely develop magic to an unimaginable level, right?

But, unfortunately, up to now, there is no stable environment for magic to develop, and 90% of magic is created for killing.

Magic, when will you be free?

Fulilian was about to fall into confusion again.

At this time, she was held by Qing's hand.

"Anyway, let's eat first."

Qing stood up and handed her a piece of bread.

“Eat food while it’s hot.”

"Ah."

Fulilian temporarily left the magical world.

……

On the outskirts of the holy city, there is a tree house built with magic.

The owner here used to live in a magnificent and majestic palace.

Although her name is now temporarily buried in the dust of history, every ruler in the place where she was previously located has been forcefully indoctrinated by the previous generation with the knowledge of her and must show her respect.

Therefore, all reasonable and unreasonable requests will be fulfilled.

Human beings always highlight their nobility by the splendor of their homes and clothing.

Then, as the most supreme, noble, and powerful person, he naturally has to live in a place that matches his status.

In her occasional free time, she would think of past events that were so long ago that the marks of time had been washed away and could no longer be connected.

At that time, she was reading in a cramped room.

The space for moving around in the back was getting smaller and smaller, so she had to expand the tree house to store her books.

It got bigger and bigger, and trees were no longer able to support that scale, so stone and metal had to be used...

Just like it is now.

The ancient elf opened his eyes.

With this place as the center, the soil rises and turns into a solid stone arch, thick trees grow horizontally to form the dome, and vines fill the last gaps.

A huge building lies across the forest, appearing out of nowhere like a dream.

This is something that humans can never do.

Decades later, this place was called the "Continental Magic Association Headquarters."

The powerful magicians of the Holy City were now filled with fear and awe, and the monks nearby chanted pure scriptures to help them recover.

"Are you kidding..."

"The Great Demon—no, what kind of creature could be that powerful?"

"Anyway, let's stay away from it..."

Inside the palace, metal from deep underground flowed over and turned into a throne. Compared to this, the elf's body looked exceptionally small.

This isn't about showing off.

It's just that the sitting space is a little bigger, which is more convenient for sleeping and putting books. It's her habit.

Oh, now it seems that there is no need to...

"——Lord Seriai!"