I raise elves in Florian

"Since that's the case, you can all go together, but don't stray too far from me and Yichen."

Frilian looked at Philon and Shutark and said, "Let them go if they want. Anyway, with Yichen around, there will definitely be no problem."

"let's go!"

Shi Yichen and Frilian looked at Duncan and said.

"Come with me."

Duncan nodded, signaling Shi Yichen and the others to follow. The entire barrier had only one entrance and exit, and Shi Yichen and the others naturally didn't know where it was; only Duncan knew.

The group of five arrived at a manor, where Mahart was already standing at the gate waiting for Duncan's arrival.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time, please come in."

Mahat said respectfully to Duncan.

"Okay, let's go in."

Duncan nodded and said.

"Who are these guests?"

Mahathir glanced at the group of people following Duncan. He didn't recognize the others, but why did that blonde woman look so familiar?

"They are all my friends, so don't neglect them."

Duncan turned to Mahart and said.

"Welcome, guests. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Mahat, serving as the magic advisor to the Gluck family."

Mahathir respectfully introduced himself to Shi Yichen and the other three, glancing at Shi Yichen. Upon seeing Shi Yichen's appearance, Mahathir immediately remembered him.

That was the closest it ever came to death.

"This isn't our first meeting; we fought each other six hundred years ago."

Frilian smiled and looked at Mahart.

"If I remember correctly, you almost died back then, right? Do you want me to help you remember?"

Frillie looked at Mahart with amusement and said, "Sometimes, what is there to be afraid of when Yichen is around?"

Upon hearing Frillie's words, Mahart's face immediately darkened.

"Shhhhh!"

Philon and Shutark immediately prepared for battle.

"What do you want to do?"

A golden longsword appeared at Mahathir's neck, and Shi Yichen appeared behind Mahathir at some point.

Cold sweat beaded on Mahat's forehead, for it remembered six hundred years ago, when this same human woman had made it feel the breath of death for the first time.

It had no idea when Shi Yichen appeared behind it, even though it had just been standing with that elf.

"Stop! Mahat, we're not here to fight."

Duncan looked at Mahart and said, "Because I don't want any of this place to be damaged."

"terribly sorry."

Mahat also realized that Shi Yichen and Frilian didn't want to fight, which was good, since it was even less likely to win.

"plz follow me."

Mahat resumed his respectful demeanor and addressed Shi Yichen and his group.

"Please have some tea, it's freshly brewed."

Mahat placed cups of steaming hot tea in front of Shi Yichen and the others.

“These are all tea utensils that Mr. Gluck once loved, and I have kept them in their original state.”

Mahat looked at the exquisite teacup in his hand and said, wondering if it was saying this intentionally. Wasn't this clearly showing that it had a way to restore the gold-colored thing?

Duncan remained silent after hearing what Mahat said.

"Hey! Frillie, what were you trying to do just now?"

Shutark whispered in Frillie's ear, because what had just happened was so terrifying that he was ready to run away.

"what happened?"

Frilian looked at Hugh Tarek, puzzled.

"It seems like you all wanted to fight it just now, didn't you?"

Shutark asked Frilian in a low voice, "Mahat's move just now really scared me."

"It's bad for your heart..."

Philen whispered from the side.

"I just have one thing I want to confirm."

Frillie shrugged and said that she didn't mean it, but who knew that Philon and Shutark would react so strongly.

"So, what conclusion have you drawn?"

Mahat looked at Frilian and asked. At first, it did not recognize Frilian, but after seeing Shi Yichen next to Frilian, it immediately recognized her, and she was also involved in killing the Demon King.

"The conclusion is that I really can't beat you."

Frillie frankly stated her conclusion: there was no way to counter Mahat's magic of turning everything into gold. Before she could break Mahat's magic of turning everything into gold, she really couldn't defeat Mahat head-on.

Of course, this applies to the case of her being alone.

"But I believe the man next to you can definitely beat me."

Mahat took a sip of hot tea and looked at Shi Yichen beside Frilian.

"Of course, if the Demon King hadn't intervened last time, you would already be dead."

Frilian looked at Mahat and said calmly, "Although the last time was six hundred years ago, Shi Yichen could easily defeat Mahat six hundred years ago, let alone now, six hundred years later."

"Yes! If it weren't for the Demon King, I would indeed be dead that time."

Mahathir said this calmly, as if he didn't care about death.

"You speak so casually as if it's none of your business. The Demon King saved your life, and now that he's dead, don't you want to avenge him?"

Frillie asked with some curiosity, "The Demon King was Mahat's savior. Now that the Demon King is dead, what will Mahat do?"

"Hey!!!"

Hugh Tarek didn't expect Frilian to say that. Wasn't she trying to provoke Mahat into making a move?

"It's alright, it won't dare to make a move."

Shi Yichen sipped his tea and said calmly, "Good job! The moment Mahat made his move, he would be decapitated."

"How should I put it? These things are meaningless to me. I have never been very loyal to the Demon King, and besides, I have always hated fighting."

My only wish is to live a peaceful life here, but humans keep bringing conflict and disturbing my peace, just like you all are now.

I am a moderate in the Demon King's army, and I have always been searching for a way to coexist with humans. My thinking was the same before I wore the Ring of Domination, and it hasn't changed since.

"Pfft! Do you even believe that yourself? Frillie, do you believe it?"

Mahat's words made Shi Yichen laugh out loud.

"Who knows? I've heard these lines far too many times, so many that I've lost count. The demons' lies are as frequent as breathing."

Frillie shrugged and said that she had heard such things too many times, all from demons, but none of them were true.

"Lying as frequently as breathing? That's a fitting analogy, but I wasn't lying."

"Through that little girl, Lord Duncan, you have read my memories; you must understand that there is no falsehood in my words."