Reincarnation Band Magician

"Finally, the simplest and most brutal method is to use magical perception. Qing, your perception is very strong, and you also have some close combat abilities, so you two will be a team."

"it is good."

"Don't rush into anything when you have a clue. Just mark any suspicious areas on the map and conduct a unified investigation afterwards. This will be more efficient."

"Reasonable."

The two nodded.

"Xiangzi, I, and that guy over there..." Fulilian pointed at the soldier, "You come with us and do the most important work."

Pointed ears said so.

"The above arrangement is just to assist in the investigation, to help me eliminate some options. We will go to the places they marked to confirm in the next few days."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Why don't you let me go with the old man?"

"You both lack perception, and your experiences overlap."

"Ok."

"And the most important thing," Fulilian said bluntly, "I won't feel bad if I use you. I can even attack any place where there might be an ambush."

"Ahh... please be a little considerate of the younger generation, Miss Fulilian—Flilian-sama."

"I'm just kidding. You're a reliable warrior, so your father will fill in the gaps on the Qing side. But I'll remember your offense just now, and now..."

The elf threw the map aside and squatted down, like a giant mushroom.

"When I think about it, this might be the fastest way."

"what?"

"That's the half year I mentioned. The terrain here has changed so much that even the most professional adventurer would be searching for a needle in a haystack. By narrowing the area down little by little, and adding my memory, we can guarantee it."

At this moment, several people had very similar feelings: Is it really reliable?

Without much hesitation, Mr. Qinghe took action.

The former believed that Fulilian had her own reasons for making such an arrangement; the latter trusted his subordinates, and he could already feel that the flame of life was getting dimmer day by day, and there would be no chance for another attempt.

Although I told Fulilian and the others to take it to the grave when they have time, I still can't let go of the regret.

Just try your best this time.

"We need to be careful here. The team needs a vanguard," Fulilian looked into the distance. "There aren't as many monsters in the south as in the north, but there are still quite a few tricky ones. It will be very troublesome if we encounter them."

The soldier nodded. "Indeed, when I first came here, I saw fish as big as mountains disappear into the river. I thought I was seeing things."

"The estuary here is a dangerous area that even the demons don't want to approach."

After exchanging a few words about the scenery of the south, Fulilian pointed to the wooden house over there.

"Wait until they come back. Until then, chop trees, split wood, or pave the road. Pick one."

"Eh……"

Xiangzi felt embarrassed to just sit there and do nothing, so he went over to help prepare the ingredients.

At least she could provide this level of help to her companions.

Millennium Magician: 104, Crystal Magic

The old man was in good spirits. On the first day, three more marks appeared on the map.

Based on the changes in the terrain, they confirmed three suspicious places, and Qing sensed the faint magic power and marked three more places.

After coming back, Fulilian took a look and raised her hand to cross out the three on the edge.

That was absolutely impossible place, and she still remembered the approximate location.

Mountains can slide and rivers can change their course, but ruins will never grow long enough to reach such a remote place.

Slightly narrowed the scope of investigation.

……

A good meal after a hard day is a good medicine to soothe the heart.

The oil is fragrant, the vegetables are refreshing, and the ice cubes in the drink in the cup collide with each other, making a "crackling" sound that makes people feel refreshed from the tailbone to the top of the head.

"cheers!"

Whether it was milk, grape juice or wine, everyone raised their glasses and drank.

Before it started, the middle-aged man thought the wine was prepared for him, but unexpectedly the young girl brought it to him.

"Is it okay to drink?"

"For her, this is like taking a sip for an ordinary person."

The soldier didn't quite believe it, but he agreed casually, "That's quite a good alcohol tolerance."

"You'll see it when we find the ruins and celebrate."

"Then I'm looking forward to it. I'll definitely accompany you when the time comes. Even if I have to vomit from drinking, I'll still watch it to the end!"

Qing shook his head secretly.

After drinking the cool drink, my nerves relax and my appetite returns, so I can enjoy the food to my heart's content.

"Is this the heaven?"

"Looking back on the past three days, it feels like I'm living in a nightmare."

"I feel like I've become a luxurious noble lord. Is it really okay to eat so well in the wild?"

The old magician said nothing, but just stuffed food into his mouth silently.

After refreshing their taste buds and gastrointestinal memory, everyone ate more slowly and started discussing business.

Analyze the surrounding terrain, eliminate the magical reactions of common monsters, consider diving underwater tomorrow to collect lake bottom sediments to confirm the age, etc.

Finally, of course, it is inevitable to return to the original purpose:

"Is there some urgent need for the magic that the old man is pursuing? Although I don't know much about ruins, not every magician will store all their treasures in one place. Some will build multiple ones, while others will be destroyed by monsters."

Qing looked at the old magician, clearly giving him a hint.

Maybe you have been busy for half a year and still have nothing to show for it.

"I'm prepared. This is just a final attempt."

The old man looked a little hunched as he put down his wand and sat by the campfire.

“At least after trying my best, I can go back and tell my wife with peace of mind that I tried my best.

"At that time, she would definitely smile and say, it's okay.

"Although the regret has not been made up for, we can let it go."

"It must be a very memorable magic, right?"

Xiangzi wiped her eyes with emotion, recalling the knowledge she had come into contact with and trying to match it up.

"Yes……"

The old magician recalled the past.

The older you get and the closer you get to death, the easier it is to recall those vivid days.

His wife was an ordinary childhood sweetheart and they got married in an ordinary way.

At the age of 15, while he was farming in the fields, a nearby magician observed his talent and took him in as his apprentice.

Among humans, his talent is indeed outstanding. He completed the basic training in five years, returned to his hometown, continued his training, had a child with his wife, and protected that beautiful town.

"It was later destroyed by the demons."

He said, stroking the scar on his face.

"I'm no opponent."

The flames and weapons of that night were etched on his face, in his eyes and in his memory.

"There's no need to make that expression, Ms. Xiangzi. Everyone in the village successfully escaped and came to the peaceful Central Kingdoms to rebuild the village. In this cruel world, thanks to the goddess, we have never encountered danger again.

“That’s what I’m most proud of.”

He put his hand down.

"My biggest regret is that my wife lost the crystal flower that was passed down from our family."

"crystal?"

"Flowers?"

The soldier also listened carefully. He was still young at that time and only remembered being stuffed into a horse-drawn carriage by his mother and the villagers, and the ride was bumpy all the way.

"I have some recollection of it," Fulilian said. "It's the magic that turns flower petals into crystal, right? It's the magic that the builder of this ruin was so proud of. He sold it to nobles in the northern kingdoms under the guise of 'Miraculous Natural Crystal Flower,' and has since been wanted by over twenty countries."

No wonder they ran to the south. It seems they really can’t make it in the north.

“Well, a magician known as the ‘Crystal Thief’ left his bloodline in our village. He came many years later and left this map and some crystal flowers as a token of his love.

“It’s a bit ironic that now, the price of magic crystal flowers is more expensive than natural ones.

"My wife, there's one that's been passed down in her family."

She wore that flower when we first held hands, when we got married, when we went on a long trip, and when our child celebrated his full month...

The old magician recalled all the moments that impressed him. The flower was always there, pinned on his lover's collar, reflecting various colors of light as the fabric swayed.

So gorgeous.

Later it was lost.

At first, I didn't think much of it. After all, it was just a decoration, a magical crystal flower, just a memento.

But as the wrinkles on my face grow, the regret I feel becomes more and more profound.

Although my wife doesn't say anything, she occasionally touches her collar and talks to herself unconsciously.

That is such a beautiful flower.

"Honey, please buy me a crystal flower."

One day, the wife finally said this.

After thinking for a while, the old magician called his son.

"If we don't find it, we can buy it later."

It has been half a year. During this period, he went back to see his wife several times. She always said that there was no need to be so busy for that, it was just decoration.

"——Although, it's just a flower."

The old magician came back to his senses and looked at the people around him.

"Lady Fulilian might not understand, and you're not old enough to understand, but I just wanted to give it one last try. Coincidentally, before you came, my deadline was also six months. If I didn't find her, I'd go back and be with her."

After all, they are just flowers and cannot be compared with people.

“It’s really beautiful.”

It wasn't an interesting story, but it managed to pique everyone's interest.

How beautiful is the magic that can turn flower petals into crystals?

……

The time that followed, as Fulilian had said, was very difficult.

I run around every day, and after dinner at night, I exercise for a while and then go to sleep, and then continue running when I wake up.

Several pairs of shoes were worn out, and clothes and socks were replaced very quickly.

Wearing a helmet, he works as a miner in a pit; doing parkour in the cracks of the mountain where monsters live; diving into the water with a splash and digging at the bottom of the river.

Every night I would have an ice drink as a whet my appetite and then eat a big meal.

On sunny days, men compete in swimming across the river, and the loser is responsible for washing the dishes.

The old man took off his shirt to reveal his toned muscles. Looking at the person next to him, Qing had a very well-proportioned physique, which made the soldiers breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he washed dishes for two days.