Reincarnation Band Magician

The two of them felt a little depressed as they spoke.

Wanting to do something, even if you can't do much now, is not a reason not to do it.

Qing stood up and said, "I'll go ask Fulilian."

"it is good."

……

"Flillian."

"come in."

Fulilian was lying on the bed, wearing only a thin nightgown, with her legs dangling on the edge of the bed, not caring at all about being seen by anyone.

"Is there a problem?"

She turned a page of the magic book and looked back at the disciple who was not a disciple.

Nagasaki Kiyoshi sat down next to her, combing her hair with his hands while indulging in his cravings. "I saw Aite's letter. The atmosphere in the Central Kingdoms isn't very good right now. Even the Holy City is rife with rumors."

The number of monks has decreased, which is a sign that everyone is losing hope.

Many people fight the demons with hatred in their hearts, but the monks are different. They may have hatred, but hatred alone cannot exercise the goddess' mercy. They must have blessings, love, and hope in their hearts.

The decline in their numbers means that the number of people who believe in the goddess and these things is decreasing.

Fulilian paused to read and replied with a bit of seriousness, "It's always been like this. It will be fine after a while."

The human massage was very pleasant, so she closed the book for the time being and began to enjoy it.

Seeing that she stopped reading, Qing picked up the elf and let her rest her head on his legs so that he could take care of her hair.

"Maybe. Any plans to go out this year?"

"No, didn't I just go to the South last year?"

"I want to go, Fulilian. How about the North?"

The elf opened his eyes and stared at his face, "Qing..."

Those rational and intelligent eyes looked at him seriously. If she detected a hint of pride or underestimation, the next words of criticism would fall from her mouth.

but no.

There was no impetuous emotion, only some worry and sadness. Fulilian couldn't open her mouth to say what she wanted to say.

"Why do you want to go? Qing, you and Xiang are talented. In just a few decades, you will be able to train to a level stronger than me. Then you can become famous."

Qing combed the elf on her lap into two ponytails and lowered her head. They could see each other's eyes, but they were not looking at each other.

"Flillian, a few decades is really a long time. It might be long enough for us humans to lose confidence. Humans are creatures that become more afraid the more they think, and eventually they give up on taking action.

"Right now, I can only defeat ordinary demons. If I encounter generals and great demons, I'll be in a tough fight. After another ten years of training, they won't be a big deal. I might even be afraid of opponents at the level of the Seven Collapse Sages. In another ten or twenty years, I'll have to wonder how powerful the Demon King will be...

"If it were an ordinary person, he would probably waste his life like this until he grows old, never taking a single step out of his life, just like a grocery store manager."

A while ago, the current grocery store owner, who is very talkative, came over again and brought up his grandfather's past.

I asked the elders in the village. When my grandfather was young, he and a few friends wanted to go out and explore the world. They only had a horse-drawn carriage, and they encountered monsters as soon as they left the village. They only survived because they met Lady Fulilian.

After that incident, two people, afraid to leave the village, withdrew, but Grandpa and the others remained steadfast. They went through many things afterwards: some people died, goods were lost... I don't know the details, but after that, Grandpa opened a grocery store in the village.

Maybe he was scared, or maybe he was waiting for his old friend to come out of the shadows.

Just like that, I waited until my friend died, the cart horse got used to grinding the millstone, grew old, and died, and the memory was shrouded in mist and shadow.

"I'm going to find the elf and ask her to borrow money to set up a guild! Let's all set off together!"

At the last moment of his life, he woke up and recalled what he said back then.

But no one responded.

The money lay in the cabinet, quietly covered with dust.

After hearing this belated story, Fulilian was not in a good mood that day. She only ate half of the dessert and pushed it to Qing.

"teacher--"

The young human in front of him said this.

"I don't want to grow old with such regrets. Even though I may be a little ignorant, please let us give it a try. At least now we know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

Flillian puffed out her cheeks.

"I already told you I'm not a teacher," she raised her hand and pinched Qing's face, "I know."

Millennium Magician: 125, Xin Meier

"We agreed in advance that we would never go to any dangerous places."

Flillian raised a finger.

"Promise me two things. First, when I tell you to run, run straight ahead without looking back. It doesn't matter if you expose your flight if necessary. You are more talented than me, and with you around, I might actually be restricted. Don't get in the way.

"Second, don't go too deep. Just stroll around the border. This trip is just to give you an assessment of your own strength. There's no point in going too far."

Qing and Xiangzi exchanged glances for a while.

Xiangzi knocked on the table and said, "For the first thing, we can only agree to half of it. We will run away, but we will observe and provide support. Fulilian didn't run away, so we won't run away either."

"madness."

Flillian hit her on the head with her wand.

But there was no way they could accept this.

After all, they came here for Aite a year ago.

"I am angry!"

"I won't agree even if I'm angry!"

Emerald eyes and amber pupils stared at each other as they sat in their chairs, motionless.

Xiangzi and Qing played a game of staring at each other. The girl would laugh every few seconds, but in such serious situations, she refused to give in.

The gentleness and elegance she has developed over the years is just an appearance. In fact, she is still the same stubborn Xiaoxiang who just came into this world.

It's just that the ability to solve problems has improved, making him appear calm. However, when he encounters problems that he cannot solve but cannot sit idly by, this trait will be exposed again.

They stared at each other until evening.

……

"My eyes hurt."

"It hurts."

Both of them had towels soaked in potion draped over their faces to apply to their eyes.

Qing didn't know what to say, "I can't believe you didn't even blink!"

He rubbed their hair with each hand and laughed angrily.

"Child?"

"It's all Xiang's fault!" Fulilian muttered, "He refused to let me go. I'm the elder."

"I'm still a child then!"

"You're saying I'm old, right? This is Xiangzi's second time, I'll remember it..."

Qing rubbed his brows and said, "Okay, stop."

He picked up Fulilian and took the easy-going and coaxing elf teacher back to the room first.

"Please rest for a while. Here are some snacks and drinks. I need to go to the forest. I'm out of the medicine I need."

Qing put her on the bed, placed her things at hand, and held her hand to confirm the distance.

The elf, who rarely argued with others, had almost calmed down and took a sip of the milk tea.

"Qing is still better, Xiang is just like bread!"

"Okay, stop talking." Qing pinched her lips with two fingers and said, "Also, my answer to that is no."

"you……"

"I'll prepare dinner when I get back. Just consider it a time for reflection if you go hungry for a while."

Fulilian looked over there with her blindfolded eyes, puffed up her cheeks, and grabbed a piece of cake.

"If you don't have food, you can eat cake."

On the other hand, the same thing was done to Xiangzi, both comforting and criticizing him.

Her problem is more serious.

"Who would bother with a child?"

"That's obviously the old lady, okay?"

"Xiang."

"clear!"

It seems that Miss Xiangzi is not very sober. When she gets angry, she will curse anyone who comes to stop her.

But quarreling with Fulilian... elementary school students?

Qing began to wonder if Xiangzi had ever quarreled with others when he was a child, otherwise such childish disputes would not have occurred in adulthood.

Forget it, just let her go for a while and let her calm down.

Needless to say, shame will teach her a lesson.

Go out to collect herbs.

Picking herbs late at night feels a bit like a horror story, but there is no other way. The eye medicines are only the ones mentioned above, and they need to be changed in the middle of the night so that they can return to normal by tomorrow.

"Are those two people elementary school students?"

Although primary school students cannot go a whole day without blinking, this kind of eye contact is definitely something they can do.

After thinking for a while, I felt like laughing again.

Just wait until you calm down tomorrow.

Collecting herbs.

……

"Hmm? Kid, you have no use for this material."

Found wild children.

After observing it for a while, I confirmed with my unique sense that it was not a demon.

As if hearing his words, the child began to tremble.

It's so far away.

"I'm just kidding. Don't be afraid. I'm a magician who lives here. You must be from a nearby village to be able to get here. There used to be a young man named Haita in the church. Do you know him?"

"Ah, yes."

Nagasaki Kiyoshi had already found the materials. He walked over with a basket and squatted in front of the child.

"How are you? Are you injured?"

"No, no."

It can be seen that he is a brave child. In such a dark night, most children would be scared and cry. After a slight daze, he raised his face and his tone became firm.

Qing approached with the magic lamp in hand. When he got closer, he found that he had a somewhat familiar blue hair, similar to Xiangzi, and a teardrop mole on his left eye. He was probably only about 12 years old.

"My name is Xin Meier. Excuse me, are you Mr. 'Ryo'? Haita is my friend. He told me about you."

I was a little nervous, but it was great that we could communicate normally.

"Are you lost?"

Qing glanced at the basket next to him, which also contained some herbs.

"It's late today, do you want to go to my place and rest for a while?"