Reincarnation Band Magician

Water vapor blurred the window, and fine water droplets began to flow, revealing a corner of the quiet night.

It would be nice if it snowed at this time.

At this moment, outside, crystal white once again descended upon the earth.

Not long after, the overfed Fulilian was moved to the room, and the drunk Xiaoxiang was also moved back. When they started cleaning the dishes, they saw the beautiful white.

Although he was the only one enjoying it now and felt a little lonely, the anticipation of the two girls' performance tomorrow dispelled the loneliness.

"Let it rain a little harder."

……

PS: I am not very satisfied with the writing of the new chapter, so I am sorry that I will only update four chapters today.

30 left.

Thousand-year Magician: 114. Leisure before Busyness

As the saying goes: A moment of leisure will lead to a lifetime of loss.

It means that relaxing at inappropriate times may lead to bad consequences, so you must tighten your nerves in time.

Qing decided that after this period of time, he would adjust his mentality and adopt the same attitude as when he was at the seaside to study and exercise.

Now, let the tired life continue for a few more days.

……

Elves have good physiques. If humans eat so much and then lie down, they might vomit. She lay down and fell asleep for a while.

When the weather is cold, elves will appear sleepy and even more sleepy than usual.

The book doesn't seem to mention this, so it's probably a characteristic of Frillian herself.

According to Qing's observation, her sleep time is positively correlated with the time it gets dark, that is, the colder it is, the longer she sleeps.

【Will some elves hibernate? 】

I couldn't help but think of it this way.

After some distracting thoughts, he had already covered her with the quilt. According to her habit, he rolled it into a spring roll and also covered her ears properly.

Walking out of the room, the echo of the sound in the empty corridor became clearer, it was the sound of wind and snow.

The winters in the central kingdoms are much milder than those in the north, and the warmth retention of wooden huts cannot be matched by the tall and spacious shipyards.

As long as the fireplace is not extinguished, the room will be very warm. I added some firewood, adjusted the air inlet, and opened the windows to ventilate and change the air.

In the light from the window, the white dots in the darkness look like fallen flowers in early spring, making people look forward to where the snow will pile up tomorrow morning.

In the north... there is no suspense, the snow is basically above the legs and waist. If necessary, you need to open the door in the middle of the night to shovel the snow to prevent the door from being blocked. The first few days after it snows are very busy.

After feeling the cold wind for a while, we finally arrived at Xiangzi's room.

No matter how much he drinks, Xiaoxiang basically falls asleep when he is drunk. Except for the first time when he didn't enjoy it enough, he was very worry-free at other times.

Not even vomiting.

This physique made Qing start to think about who would be more suitable to be a warrior.

After drinking, she felt hot and kicked off the quilt again, lying in a spread-eagle position on the bed. The straps of her pajamas slipped off, revealing her round shoulders and ankles.

I clearly remember that when they first met, Miss Xiangzi was still a rather thin type.

This is also a good thing. Generally speaking, a relatively well-proportioned body is definitely much stronger than a skinny physique.

He used magic to help her lie down, and the magic of running water cleared the smell of alcohol from her body, making her feel refreshed.

Turn off the lights, go out, and the gentle darkness wraps everything.

"Good night."

……

Qing also wants to go to bed.

Half a year ago, Fulilian taught Qing the normal magic suppression technique.

That's not a particularly difficult skill. Any ordinary magician who has been exposed to magic for three to five years can do it.

But being able to do it and being able to maintain it are two different things. It requires continuous effort to make the suppressed magic look natural and without a trace of shaking.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi is currently working hard in that direction.

Fulilian didn't think he could do well in a short time, but she hoped that he could gain experience from it and use it in that strange magic gathering skill to reduce the stiffness of mobilizing magic power when his breath was gathered.

[Flillian...]

Thinking of her.

Why was he suppressing his magic power? What was he trying to deceive by pretending to be weak?

Perhaps, it was for the same reason as him, but he just didn't know who the enemy was that he was fighting against.

While thinking this, Qing closed his eyes, feeling sleepy and light-headed. Although he didn't have such exaggerated emotions as "luxury" until now, he felt very happy every time he lay in bed.

Thinking about how Xiangzi would see the snow scene and play in the snow near his home tomorrow made him look forward to it even more.

"call……"

Rolled around in the quilt.

I was too excited to sleep.

They felt like little kids, but after nearly three years here, this was the first free snow they had experienced.

There's nothing you can do about being as excited as a junior high school student on a school trip, right?

[Aite, what are you doing at this time? ]

I can't help but think of another important person.

……

The answer is taking care of another thousand-year-old man.

"It's snowing outside, Lady Celia."

"Stupid! Ate, I've already told you that I have this magic that makes me immune to all diseases. I won't get sick. Don't treat me like that little devil."

In the empty palace, the huge throne was covered with bedding, furs, and blankets.

Celie diligently absorbs the world's magical knowledge day and night, and when she encounters particularly creative magic, she will study it and then try to optimize it, which takes more time, so she often works until very late.

Aite didn't stop her from staying up late, but insisted that she get dressed.

In winter, those simple and light clothes were taken off and replaced with various woolen coats. Now the place where she reads has been messed up like this. Celie can't bear it anymore.

And Aite also has her own experience in getting along with this old elf with a relatively bad temper.

"I heard that elves and humans have similar emotions, but they're relatively indifferent and dull. Humans work and study more efficiently in a comfortable environment. Don't you feel uncomfortable sitting on a stone all day?"

Celia was silent.

indeed.

Even an elf like her would not fill her life with magic. At least in terms of basic walking, eating, sleeping and bathing, she is the same as a normal person.

Sitting here holding the magic book, sometimes her hands, feet and head would hit the stones. It wouldn't hurt her, but it would hurt a little. Besides, she wouldn't get sick, but her sense of cold and heat was retained.

After all, the senses are an important part of the perception system, and it would be stupid to block them.

Celie's dignity prevented her from lying to Aite, but admitting it made her feel cold and hard, and too weak.

I was in a dilemma for a while.

Aite felt happy in his heart, but did not show it, so as not to embarrass Celie further - although the other party could probably observe it.

See through, don’t say through.

"I'm your disciple. I've heard that parents indulge their children, just like when I played with Clara, I indulged her in doing things that she wouldn't normally do, things that weren't too extreme.

"Lady Celie, please accommodate me a little, just as you accommodated Clara. If you can feel a little more comfortable, your magic research will go more smoothly."

"Tsk, you're still as sharp-tongued as ever," Celie pulled the quilt. "After two years of living with that kind of demon, haven't you learned to be respectful?"

"Power alone is not a reason to submit to fear, much less to worship. I did obey—until I gained courage from them. Now I can become your disciple. Do you think I am overstepping my bounds?"

Facing those sincere eyes, Celie turned her face away.

"You can leave now. I'll keep these."

"Then please take care of yourself. I will take my leave now."

Aite always deliberately goes slowly when going out. She knows that Lady Celia is not good at expressing herself, and many times she can only make decisions when her back is turned to her.

Such as this time.

"Flillian—that elf is back, right? We won't need you for the next few days. Go check on those two and take Clara with you.

"I know her personality. She didn't let those two people come over. She must have some idea of ​​removing the restrictions on her memory. I'll write a letter to her."

"Thank you very much, Lady Celia~"

Millennium Magician: 115. Compromise

"What's wrong with Fulilian is her personality, not her talent. There are as many magics in the world as there are stars. She might actually possess a few that I don't have."

This is what Celia commented.

Memory restrictions are also a very ancient magic, a lock that cannot be opened without a key.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, flowers bloom and wither, but a lock cannot be opened without a key.

But... in the magical world, the sun also rises from the west, and Celie undoubtedly possesses such great wisdom and power.

But it takes time, a very small amount of time for her.

The current idea is to use an extremely realistic illusion to cover the memory restriction magic, and make exhaustive attempts without actually touching it. Even if there is an error in the illusion, it will not cause the "password" to be misplaced.

It takes more than 10 years.

The second option is to consider the "die once" approach, but none of the currently known death-faking magic can cheat memory limitations, and developing new magic will take more than five years.

To the world's most powerful magician, this was but a fleeting moment.

Now she felt it was a bit long for a human.

So, let Aite go over and find out about the progress on Fulilian's side.

Wisdom is born from communication. Celie does not reject cooperation. In the past, there have been many magics created by human cooperation, which made her look sideways.

But I still feel unhappy.

【Aite……】

Celie scratched her hair irritably.

Has she become weak because of humans?

He casually grabbed a piece of paper and used his magic power to condense words on it. The general meaning was to discuss the ideas of magic and give you a magic book in return.

It's a deal.

As for what to give...

Celie stood up and took out a book at random from the shelf that she had classified as "useless" in her memory and took a look at it.

It is the [magic of nail trimming that preserves the length and curvature as desired].

This is it.

He put it together with the letter, blew a whistle, and an owl flew in and left with the package.

She hadn't used the [magic to tame familiars] for a long time, and she never expected to use it at a time like this.

After finishing everything, Celie returned to the throne that was no longer empty.

I sat down casually, prepared to endure the cold, but ended up feeling fluffy and warm.

"It's unnecessary."

Comfort breeds laziness.