Reincarnation Band Magician

It has to be so fast that as soon as the thought arises, the magic power and technique are already formed.

In this era, a magician must also have the basic qualities of a warrior, otherwise he will easily die on the battlefield.

After sighing, Fulilian began to immerse herself in the magic wholeheartedly.

He kept sketching the structure of the technique in the air, but just one glance was not enough to analyze it.

If someone could learn this killing magic simply by witnessing it, the great demon would surely shed tears of blood.

Qing and Xiangzi relied on their half-demon physique and the ability given by the goddess respectively, and with the help of Solitaire, who also understood human magic at a high level, they were able to master this magic.

It then took two months to adjust it to a level suitable for humans.

Even with average qualifications, Ate took nearly a year to master the skills after their explanation.

This is the cost of learning, and if you start parsing from scratch——

"About thirty years."

Fulilian gave a more professional judgment.

"When this magic spreads among humans, the era of demons will be over. This is a great magic."

……

"It will probably take me fifteen years to understand. The subsequent changes are superfluous, but they do increase the damage to demons. They can be discarded in subsequent optimizations and new adjustments can be made. Including this part, it will probably take another five years."

St. Stralu.

The blond ancient elf gave this estimated time.

"In about twenty years, this magic will make the name of the corrupted sage Guval etched in the history of magic. Even I can't do better than him in this magic."

Celie gave it a high evaluation. The novelty of being exposed to new magic made her feel particularly happy.

"Over there, this magic will spread quickly. How will the Demon King respond? Humans and demons are finally on the same page. I can't wait to see how many new magics will emerge."

Words as heavy as a prophecy echoed in the hall, but unfortunately no one responded or echoed them.

"Paji——"

She was kissed on the cheek by the child.

The atmosphere was all gone.

On the side, Aite woke up from the illusion.

She actively cooperated with Celie and sank into the illusion created by mind manipulation magic. She experienced countless carefully designed dreams, broke her memories into powder, and crawled out from the "gap" that restricted magic.

At present, only an outline has been pieced together, and the details cannot be obtained.

Celia is developing a magic to crack it, but the estimate is also ten years.

Aite looked towards the throne, then walked over and hugged the child, "What did Lady Celie harvest?"

"not bad."

The ancient elf briefly repeated her assessment.

Aite looked into the distance and said, "The cohesion of the demons is all based on the power of the Demon King. If the Demon King is eliminated, perhaps peace will come faster."

"Not very likely."

Celie opened the new magic book.

"After all, he is the strongest being outside of us forgotten beings. In terms of combat, he may be the end of the demon race."

"Compared to Lady Celie?"

"do not know."

The arrogant elf replied casually.

"I never thought about that scenario."

Millennium Magician: 8⑼, Permanent Promise

"Thirty years?"

“It felt long, but it went by in a flash.”

"The future is bright."

The three of them were discussing at the dining table.

In fact, there are still many problems.

For example, it is impossible for them to spend thirty years to level up, and how to spread the killing magic after it is analyzed, etc.

But the elf won’t think that far ahead, and Qing and Xiangzi won’t think that far ahead either. They just need to start doing it now.

This is also the experience they gained through careful thinking and discussion during their growth process.

Two years ago, there was a period of time when Qinghe Xiangzi often felt guilty.

They all feel they are special, chosen by a goddess, stranded on the seashore with a world full of people who need saving.

But there is no way to avoid being trapped. If you can't do it, you can't do it.

Then they realized that such emotions only affect themselves.

If you always hold the mentality of saving others, you will either become arrogant or completely ignore your own needs, always running on the path of "justice" and becoming a tool.

They are just ordinary people.

The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. This is a kind of moral kidnapping. The more responsibility one bears, the greater the responsibility, that's all.

They do what they want to do, not what they should do.

Now, they want to defeat the devil, save the world, revive their mother, and live a peaceful life.

In this process, they will definitely influence many people and be influenced by many people, and finally change little by little.

So, no one knows what they want to do or what they will do in thirty years.

……

Daily life with Ms. Frillian continues.

Every two weeks, I would go to the royal capital to receive and read Aite's letters.

Due to memory limitations, they could only talk about recent events. When certain words were said in person, they had a tacit understanding that allowed them to understand each other, but when they were written on paper, it felt a bit strange.

So Aite only talks about recent developments.

Ms. Ate, who was originally planning to become a monk, has now started to study magic again. She said that the magician she follows is very outstanding, and believes that she has unique talents in some magic and can become an independent magician in the future.

She said that although the elf named Celia was powerful and majestic, strict to the point of being harsh in magic, and often said strange things and commented on the times from time to time... she was still very easy to talk to in life and had a good relationship with Clara.

Finally, there are the usual greetings and signatures, but——

There is also a piece of letter paper with the common language characters on it full of momentum. When you see this, you can seem to feel the confidence and strength of the writer.

[I am the Great Mage Celia, born from a mythical age forgotten even by the demons. I am the most powerful mage in the world, the pinnacle of magic.]

[Hello, disciples of the Great Demon Clan.]

Xiangzi was also attracted by the flying handwriting. He came over, put his chin on Qing's shoulder, frowned and whispered, "You come with bad intentions."

"We are the ones here."

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[I've pieced together some information from the memories of my idiot (crossed out) disciple and her current description of you. To be frank, we're also interested in your memories. If you want to remove the restrictions, come to me in the capital.]

[Also, I have always been lenient towards talented people. With your talents, as long as you come, there will always be a position for you as a disciple. This promise will remain valid until your death.]

[No matter who your master is, he will never be as strong as me. Forget that elf and become my disciple.]

There is no customary signature, probably because the person has already been introduced at the beginning. He reveals very strong self-confidence and desire, and is frank and powerful. Even though they have never met, Qing and Xiangzi seem to be able to feel the charm of that elf.

There are some differences between this and Aite's description, but considering Fulilian's living habits, it is reasonable to speculate that this great magician might be surprisingly easy to deal with in real life.

It seems that Aite is doing well over there.

As for them...

Qing tilted his head, and this action allowed the tip of his nose to touch the girl's tender cheek.

"Do you want to see more?"

"I was thinking about something and my mind wandered."

Xiangzi left calmly.

Neither of them said anything.

If the elf had invited them before they met Fulilian, they would have gladly gone. But now...

……

This was the exchange on the day the letter was mailed.

As Aite stuffed the letter into the envelope, he said:

"They won't accept Lady Celia's invitation, at least not now. Perhaps they will only ask for your help when they set out to defeat the Demon King and encounter setbacks."

Celie sat on the throne, flipping through a book, wondering whether she should replace the seat with a more comfortable sofa, hammock, or something similar.

Because the little guy was sleeping next to me and didn't look very comfortable.

After hearing her disciple's words, she raised her eyebrows, her golden eyes revealing confidence and strength.

"It doesn't matter. The promise remains valid. I don't care about their attitude. As long as they are talented and can bring about new changes, that's enough. The knowledge and power I provide come with a clear price tag."

"So what are your expectations of me?"

"This is just an idea right now. The magician organization is too rigid and bloated. From selection to training, there's little efficiency and value. There are gems left out in the wild, talented people can't learn magic, and mediocre people occupy unreasonable positions. It's too stupid."

"So, a new administrative body? Will this... I trust your power, but this involves dealing with the nobles, and it may take up your time."

"It won't waste too much time."

Celia stood up.

"Whether it's the Empire, the Central Kingdoms, or those war-torn regions in the South, as long as I pass on my name, everything will fall into place," she looked at Aite. "Then you can bring my name. You're familiar with the ways of the nobility."

"Understood, Lady Celie."

……

Supplies were replenished.

Unfortunately, due to the small consumption, even if the purchase is stable, it is not enough for the Chamber of Commerce to help deliver the goods. They still have to hire a carriage to go to the hill road near the wooden house and then use magic to move it there.

Fulilian would sense the movement and come to help, so one trip would be enough—provided she didn't finish all the food in one day and be unable to get up the next day because of hunger.

What a strange elf. She used to be able to eat mushrooms for dozens of days in a row without any problem, but recently she would collapse after one or two meals.

Or is it a kind of coquettishness?

This time she came over with a <('? ?`)> expression.

"Guomea, the food is finished again."

"Could it be that Ms. Flillian is actually a fish? This has happened three times already—ever since we met."

"It's all Qing's fault for making such delicious food and putting it in front of me. I just made the same mistake that everyone makes."

"Okay, I get it."

Qing understood this as praise.

Fulilian, sometimes she says something nice.

On the way back carrying the things, Xiangzi asked the question that concerned him:

"Does Fulilian know the name 'Celiai'?"

Millennium Magician: 90. This is no longer necessary.

"Or something similar. She's also an elf, so she should be very strong."

"Yes, I know him," Fulilian nodded seriously, "I can't say he's very strong—"