The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

Although the ground here is hard, Fred obviously has special skills.

He quickly dug a hole half a meter deep.

"found it."

Fred said as he pulled out a mottled silver ring from the hole.

But this silver ring was taken from the bones.

It was a hand with half a forearm, which had completely turned into bones.

The silver ring was originally worn on the ring finger of the bony hand, but was taken off by Fred.

He ignored Phoebe's doubts, held up her right hand, and put the silver ring back on her ring finger.

"Wear it well and don't lose it next time."

Fred said earnestly.

“So this ring is mine?”

Phoebe was a little surprised.

She looked at the silver ring that was becoming as shiny as new, and then at the hand bones that were turning into ashes in the pit.

"It seems that I am also very careless."

"It's more than just carelessness. Didn't you lose the necklace I gave you before? You searched for it for three days in despair, but couldn't find it. In the end, you gave up, and this necklace appeared in your closet."

Fred said amusedly.

“These are all accidents.”

Phoebe blushed.

She didn't mean it.

"Speaking of which, Fiesta is me, Fred is you, so who are the remaining four?"

Phoebe asked Fred curiously.

"Vaughn and Gillian are companions who grew up with us. Manoen is an elf we met on the road, and Sano is a professional we recruited in the tavern of the White Tower."

Fred explained.

"Vaughn is now retired and at home, with a leisurely life every day. Gillian married Vaughn afterwards and passed away ten years ago. Manoen returned to his hometown forest and lived in seclusion. Sano later joined another adventure group and became a well-known adventurer."

At that time, their adventure team consisted of six people.

Fred is a lightning swordsman, Fista is a warrior, Vaughn is a mage, Gillian is a priest, Manorn is a druid, and Sano is a heavy armor warrior.

Fiesta is the weakest one in terms of both strength and talent.

But she is also the team's funny person and everyone likes her very much.

But only Fred loved her.

“It feels like everyone has changed a lot.”

Phoebe suddenly felt sad.

“It seems like I’m the only one who hasn’t changed.”

Phoebe looked at her smooth palms and felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

She was the only one left that day.

But it's not our fault, she just couldn't keep up with us.

“I haven’t changed.”

Fred took Phoebe's little hand and placed it on his cheek.

“I am still the same person I was before.”

"You're old, too, Fred."

As soon as these words came out, Fred fell silent.

He didn't argue.

Because it's true.

Even though Fred was very powerful, even though he could use many treasures, even though he had ten thousand reasons and excuses.

But none of them can compare to the truth.

Although the memory is fresh, it happened more than two hundred years ago.

Even though Fred still remembered every detail of what happened, he was no longer the high-spirited 18-year-old boy.

Even if I dress up as I did before, that old look cannot be erased.

"Who can stay young? Elves maybe, and dwarves always stay the same, but humans are not among them."

Fred said as his figure gradually changed.

The handsome boy who was once a fairy-tale prince has turned into a mature and steady handsome uncle.

"Is this what you look like now? Quite handsome."

Phoebe sighed.

"Do you like the way I am now?"

When Fred asked this question, he actually felt a little uneasy.

"As long as it's you, I like it."

Phoebe's hand gently stroked the no longer young face.

"But there is one thing I'm curious about. Who did you end up marrying?"

"Festa..."

Fred showed a rare look of embarrassment.

"Can't you tell me?"

Phoebe tilted her head, as if she was questioning, or as if she was acting coquettishly.

"I am the emperor."

Fred replied.

"So you married a lot? It's really convenient for the emperor."

Phoebe nodded thoughtfully.

"Who is the Queen?"

Phoebe is more concerned about this.

"Is it Angelina? I remember she was the eldest daughter of the Duke. She is a good match for you. The old Duke was also very optimistic about you."

"No, she's just a concubine. The queen is Shana."

Fred didn't hesitate to answer Phoebe's question.

"It turned out to be Shana? I remember she was just the second daughter of the Earl. Why did you choose her?"

Phoebe looked at Fred in surprise. She thought Fred would choose a powerful helper.

"Because her father was loyal to me, and because she never tried to do anything useless."

Fred's answer was not at all humane, but it was the best answer for an emperor.

"That's really the only thing that hasn't changed for you."

Phoebe held her forehead.

She thought Fred would be a little more emotional towards people after that, but nothing changed at all.

"There is one thing that has not changed for me, and that is that I love you."

Fred expressed his love to Phoebe openly.

This passion has not been extinguished until now.

Otherwise, an emperor would never take such a huge risk to deliberately take the bait.

Phoebe's presence is clearly a decoy.

But Fred would take the bait, and friends and enemies alike knew it.

So when he came, he was very secretive, and people who knew about it would not try to dissuade him.

Because no one can influence the will of a king.

"I know..."

Phoebe lowered her head, and her ears, which showed between her hair, were red.

She felt her cheeks getting hot and her face must have been red.

"I came here just to see you."

Fred has always been a very calm and realistic person.

He doesn't expect miracles, nor does he think that luck will fall on him.

He will only move forward with his feet on the ground.

"Actually, you don't have to come. After all, I'm already a remnant of history. In a few hundred years, maybe no one will remember me."

Phoebe smiled to herself.

"I will remember."

Fred's expression was extremely determined.

"Always remember."

"That's great. It's scary to be forgotten."

Phoebe pretended to be relieved.

"Send me back."

"You're shaking."

Fred stared at Phoebe's calves.

The two calves were trembling slightly.

"Well, I felt fear for the first time in a long time."

Phoebe's shaking stopped as she spoke.

"But when I heard your voice, my mood inexplicably calmed down."

Chapter 243 This is definitely not the last time

Phoebe stared at her lover.

Suddenly he thought of the time long ago when they first met.

A country girl who was picking ears of wheat in a wheat field accidentally looked up and saw the prince in the fairy tale.

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"of course I remember."

Fred stared into Phoebe's dim eyes, his tone full of nostalgia.

"At that time, you lowered your head in panic and didn't see me looking at you."

Fred's words left Phoebe stunned.

"So you knew I was watching you at that time..."

Phoebe thought Fred would answer about the encounter at the tavern.

That was her second meeting with Fred.

There is no epic story, just a clichéd hero saving a beautiful girl.