I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Although he said so, the corners of Ash's mouth were raised with a smile, and the resentment emanating from his body was almost gone.

Looking at Ash's charming profile, Ferren continued: "Lord Haita really trusts Lord Ash. He said you are very reliable. During the days of adventure with you, he would often think that it would be better if the magician in the team was you instead of Fulilian."

"Huh? Is this what Haita said?"

Ash couldn't help but feel puzzled... because the Haita she knew was a person who valued his partners very much, and letting others replace teammates didn't sound like what he would say.

"When did Haita have this idea?"

"When I saw Lord Fulilian being eaten by the treasure chest monster."

"...No wonder."

Even if it was a mistake that a novice adventurer would not make, Fulilian, an elf who has lived for thousands of years, made it repeatedly and refused to change. She didn't listen to the lesson and always had a mysterious self-confidence.

Haita and Aize have complained more than once, "Just leave this embarrassing elf behind and forget about it."

"Really, chatting with you for such a while reminded me of a lot of boring things..."

Jian picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was no longer steaming, and the warm tea moistened her soft red lips.

Philen looked at the side of Jian and said, "But, Master Jian is smiling."

"Ah? So I am smiling?"

Putting down the teacup, the corner of his mouth with a smile on it was exposed, and Jian said slowly: "That's probably because... it was a very boring, but unforgettable journey."

"Flillian probably felt the same way, right? Although that journey only took up less than one percent of her life, it changed her a lot."

"You are going to embark on such a journey next."

Jian looked straight into Philen's eyes, "It was a very long and boring time... I hope that in the future, when you recall this journey, you can smile like me and make such an evaluation."

Philen listened to Jian's words quietly, and was silent for a long time. He should have taken Jian's words to heart.

"This book was also written by Master Jian, right?"

Philen brought a book to Jian, and a trace of nostalgia emerged in Jian's eyes the moment he saw the book.

"Ah, I wrote it... I wrote this storybook based on the experiences of Xinmeier and others. Later, Haita, Xinmeier and Aize all borrowed a few copies from me."

This book tells the story of a pigeon who dreams of becoming a hero, and takes a curious white cat magician, a strong bear warrior and a drunken deer monk on a journey together, and finally defeats the devil and saves the world.

The characters and plot are all based on the adventures of the hero Xinmeier and others.

The sales are not good...After all, many people in this world have a hard time even surviving under the destruction of monsters and demons, let alone spending money to buy this basically useless storybook, but Xinmeier and others like it very much.

"Ash."

When Ash and Philen heard the voice, they looked back and saw Fulilian coming towards them.

"Is there something wrong, Fulilian?"

"That book..."

Flilian glanced at the book in Philen's hand and said to Jian: "The book about my adventures with Xinmeier and others... Do you have it here?"

Zhen tilted his head, and then Fulilian continued.

"I... want to know more about Xinmeier."

Flilian looked at each other in surprise, and Jian smiled gently.

After that, Fulilian returned to the room, with many books placed around her.

Opening one of the books, the words recorded on it told the story, awakening the memory that Fulilian had always ignored.

These stories are Fulilian's personal experience, but...because for her, Xinmeier and others would die in the blink of an eye, so at that time, she didn't care much about the things she experienced with them.

It was not until Xinmeier's funeral, looking at Xinmeier, who had become an old man lying peacefully on the flowers, that she finally realized.

'Ah... I don't know anything about him at all. '

'Why don't I learn more about him. ’

Regret, sadness... made her shed tears.

So Fulilian set out on the journey again, following the path they had walked before, tracing their footsteps.

The hand that turned the page suddenly stopped, and Fulilian's sight seemed to be sucked by the page and could not be moved away.

On that page, the white dove that wanted to be a hero said this to the white cat magician in the team.

"The little golden cat will write our adventures into a book, so that more and more people in the future can see it."

"If one day you have the idea of ​​wanting to know more about us, and we are no longer by your side... just open these books and take a look."

"Don't worry about not being able to find it, I will let the little golden cat keep all the storybooks, and then you can just ask her for them."

Fulilian looked to the side, and many storybooks were neatly placed.

From the first to the last, none of them were missing, and they were all kept very complete and clean.

"So... did Xin Meier say such a thing at that time?"

However, Fulilian didn't think that she would want to know other people's ideas at that time, so she completely forgot about it.

It was not until she opened these books that she was able to recall the scene.

429

Chapter 429 The reason for being extremely boring.

Time flies by like a white horse.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed, and it was time for Fulian and the others to continue their journey.

"You want to come with us?"

In front of the cabin, Fulian and others, who were already dressed, looked at Ash, who had also changed his clothes.

The silver breastplate shone in the sunlight, and the legs wrapped in black stockings under the white skirt were slender and well-proportioned. The shawl was connected to a long white cloak, and the pattern on the inside of the cloak was like a mysterious and deep starry sky. The long sleeves almost hang to the ground, and his hands are wearing pure black gloves.

"how?"

Ai's eyes were filled with smiles, "Don't you welcome me?"

"I didn't mean that."

Fulilian said expressionlessly: "But, as you have seen, there are already enough magicians in this team. If you insist on joining, please take on the job of a warrior or a monk."

Ash didn't react at all, but Feilun and Shutarke, who were standing next to Fulilian, became confused.

"Isn't Ash a magician?"

Hugh Tucker, who couldn't hide his thoughts, asked directly, "Would it be too embarrassing to let a magician do the work of a warrior or a monk?"

"That's because you don't understand Qie."

Florian didn't seem surprised by Hugh Talk's doubts, "Although he is a magician, Ash can miraculously use the monk's healing magic and the magic to remove curses and toxins. As for warriors... because of Ash's battle The method is to apply various strengthening magic on staffs, swords and other weapons as well as oneself and then rush forward to fight hand-to-hand. It is no different from a warrior... or even much better than an ordinary warrior."

"Because it's very convenient. Just add magic to the staff or gun and then rush in and beat him. It's simple, rough, clear and extremely deterrent. It's especially useful when resolving disputes. When I put part of the trouble After someone beats him up, others basically don’t dare to move.”

Under the gazes of Shutark and Fearon that were mixed with shock and a little bit of fear, Ai shyly scratched his red cheeks.

Looking at Ash's face, Fulilian was silent for a while before she said, "Is this okay? This will be a pretty boring journey."

"Oh? Really?"

Ai smiled softly, "Then I'm curious...how boring can it be? You won't know until you experience it yourself, right?"

Their eyes met, and then Fulian also laughed.

"It's such a boring reason."

"Who says it isn't?"

…

28 years after the death of the brave Simmel.

The continuous mountains are covered with snow, as if covered with a layer of white dress.

The sky was a chaotic gray, with thick clouds hanging low, as if they might press down at any time.

The blizzard was raging, bringing with it the biting cold, ruthlessly stripping away all the warmth.

The vision is extremely limited and the panic is uncontrollable.

In the wind and snow, three pairs of green eyes shone with a captivating light.

Its snow-white hair swaying like flames, its huge body with a strong sense of oppression, and its long and sharp teeth and claws are its weapons.

A blond girl was confronting her, holding a staff in her black-gloved right hand, and a spear that was taller than her whole body floated beside her.

"Fulillian, Fearon, in a moment Hugh Tucker and I will create opportunities for you to defeat the enemy with one move!"

Jie, who was waiting for him, turned his head slightly and almost stared out of his eyes.

There was no trace of Fulilian in the howling wind and snow, and only two pieces of silver-white hair were dancing in the wind like seaweed growing out of the snow.

It took a few minutes for the monster to turn into a cold corpse, and Ash hurriedly dug Fulilian out of the snowdrift with the other two.

Before Shutarke and Feilun could react, Ai was talking loudly to Fulian.

"Hey! Fulilian! Wake up! Don't sleep! If you fall asleep here, you won't be able to wake up!"

"Master Ash! Stop fighting! Master Fulilian has woken up!"

After a moment of confusion, Fulilian woke up completely with two slap marks.

Just now she subconsciously tapped her face with her finger, and the burning pain made her squeeze out tears.

"Ai, you guy... really don't hold back at all."

"You deserve it. You are scaring people. Who asked you to fall to the ground without saying a word and put the corpse? We are fighting monsters."

Ai said completely mercilessly: "If you were eaten by that monster, then Aura, who was killed by you not long ago, would cry out in frustration, right? Your name, which makes countless demons fearful, would also Crying oh, 'Fullian'."

"You won't be eaten, aren't you here?"

"Your trust is so heavy that I don't know whether to laugh or cry."

After looking at each other at Ai, Fulian touched her chin, lowered her head and thought for a moment, then looked at Ai and said.

"If you don't know whether to laugh or cry...just laugh. After all, there is always no harm in smiling, right?"

"Don't think that this kind of empty theory can change the topic. Please apologize to me for wasting my worries."

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

There is only a vast expanse of white.

Yuji carried Fulilian on her back, while Feilun and Shutark followed her, walking hard in the wind and snow.

"How long do we have to go..."

Xiutark rubbed his arms with an ugly face, "I feel like my hands and feet are no longer my own..."

"Lady Fulilian said it's not far ahead."

Fenren said so.

And Fulilian was lying on the back of the Ash, sleeping soundly.

When it comes to a cold place, Fulilian will be particularly sleepy... It makes people wonder if Fulilian has the habit of hibernation.

"Ah... I also want to sleep on someone's back like Fulilian..."

Xiutark let out an envious wail, and then saw that Fenren was staring at him with a very contemptuous look.

"Pervert."

"Why?"

Before the night came, several people found a shelter.

Looking at the matchbox hut in front of him, Ash couldn't help but sigh.

"This house is still standing in such a strong snowstorm."

Coming into the house, he used magic to light a fire. The flickering flames dispelled the cold and fatigue of the people with a "crackling" sound.

Jian sat against the wall, while Fulilian was still sleeping with her head on Jian's thigh. Jian put his hand on Fulilian's head and gently stroked it, like a mother soothing her child to sleep.

Seeing such a harmonious scene, Philen couldn't help but sigh: "When Lady Fulilian is with Lord Jian, she feels at ease."