Flillian, I want to live.

puff~

However, when Guval thought that the self-righteous man in front of him would be reduced to ashes by the killing magic that could penetrate everything, the magic power condensed in his hands only released a little smoke and dust with a lot of noise but little action.

The magic failed?

Guwal was shocked. He lowered his head and found that the man in front of him was holding a sea-blue crystal stone in his hand as if by magic.

"Demon Sealing Mine?"

The knowledgeable Guval recognized the name of the mineral in the man's hand at a glance. It was a very rare mineral on this continent that could negate magic.

"Bingo~"

The man grinned and showed a hearty smile to Guval, who had answered correctly. Then, he injected his magic power into the magic-sealing ore in his hand.

In an instant, a light as dazzling as the sun lit up in the man's hand.

This is the second characteristic of the magic-sealing ore. Once it is infused with magic power, it can release an exceptionally bright light.

"Go away!"

The man flicked his wrist and threw the gleaming demon-sealing ore under Guval.

"what--"

Even Guval couldn't help but squint his eyes under the strong light caused by the magic-sealing ore, and instantly lost all vision. In order to get rid of the strong light and the restrictions of the magic-sealing ore on magic, Guval subconsciously took a few steps back, then raised his hand to cover his forehead, looking around for the man's traces.

"Here~"

However, just as Guwal looked around in panic, a mocking voice sounded from above his head.

Guval slowly raised his head and was somewhat horrified to see that the man had appeared in the sky at some point, holding a staff and aiming at him from above.

"Flying magic..."

Guval never imagined that during the eighty years that he was sealed by Fulilian, the sky was no longer the exclusive domain of the demons.

"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for not wanting to listen to others, boss~"

The man smiled and released a normal attack magic towards Guval.

Guval looked up at the magic released by the man in the sky. In astonishment and unwillingness, he was hit by a white light that could penetrate everything.

"That's... old... magic..."

"Eh?"

The smile on the man's face froze.

"God knows what I'm talking about! Miss Linie! I really just want to teach that old man a lesson!"

The scene changed, and the man was already hugging Linie's thighs with tears and snot, and loudly pleading for his innocence.

"Isn't that guy the legendary great demon that made the brave warriors helpless? How come he doesn't even know a single defensive spell and was instantly killed by a simple attack spell?"

Of course, men also have their own grievances.

After all, no one could have imagined that such an arrogant demon like Guval could be easily killed by the ordinary attack magic that his apprentice magician could learn, which was transformed from his own killing magic.

"The money has been spent..."

Line lowered her head, looking at the man who kept making excuses to her, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

"Eh?"

The man blinked. It was the first time he saw the demon girl show such a fearful expression.

"That's the private money that Lord Aura saved by working illegally for many years while commanding the army..."

Although they were far away in the northern countries, Linie could imagine how painful it was to pay the Magic Killer Organization money in order to complete this mission.

"Huh? Did you earn your money from working part-time?"

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, as if he had inadvertently heard some secrets of the great demon clan.

"Nonsense, Master Aura can't conjure up gold. If you want gold coins, you can only trade with humans..."

Linie, in turn, lectured the man who lacked common sense.

"Well, that's true."

"Even if we offer our heads together to apologize to Master Aura, it won't be enough."

Linie sighed and said with a bit of melancholy.

"You demons aren't such a loyal race, are you? Wouldn't it be better if you just stayed here and didn't go meet your boss Aura?"

The man reluctantly let go of Linie's thigh, sat cross-legged on the ground, and said thoughtfully.

"I'm just a small demon who's lived for only eighty years. Without Lady Aura's protection, it would be difficult for me to survive in today's world. Moreover, if I betray Lady Aura, she will definitely send other beheaders to eliminate me."

Linie replied somewhat dejectedly.

"Is that so? Well, let me think about it..."

The man banged his head, searching for a solution to his dilemma.

"Ah, right."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came into the man's mind.

"Ok?"

Linie tilted her head and looked at the man in confusion.

"I remember you mentioned to me that your boss, Lord Aura, paid us a huge sum of money to do something for him, but his ultimate goal was to deal with someone."

A strange smile appeared on the man's face.

"Flillian."

Linie softly uttered the name that Aura had been thinking about day and night.

"Yes, it's the magician among the brave group, one of the four who killed the Demon King. Among your demons, she's the elven magician known as the Burial."

The man stood up, a plan to remedy the situation was already brewing in his mind.

"what do you want to do?"

Linie asked in confusion, looking at the smirking man.

"If Fulilian is killed by us, your Lady Aura will not mind the trivial matter of us not bringing Guwal to see her."

The man threw the magic-sealing ore in his hand upwards, then reached out and caught it in mid-air.

"Kill Fulilian..."

Linie's pupils trembled. This was something she had never thought of. After all, that Fulilian was a legendary magician who not only defeated Aura, but even defeated the Demon King. She was a powerful enemy that her master Aura had been scheming to find a way to deal with.

but……

Line turned her head and looked at Guval's body which was still slowly disappearing.

This was the great demon that Fulilian had sealed away and was unable to defeat, but now he died so simply and miserably at the hands of the man beside him.

"How to do it exactly?"

Linie looked seriously at the smiling man beside her.

"Didn't I tell you before? The seal on Guval is about to be lifted."

The man turned to look at the old man in the straw hat who was drinking tea and watching the show with the mercenaries he brought with him.

"Would that Fulilian really be so heartless as to abandon the people of the village and allow the seal of Guval to be lifted?"

Chapter 56: Don’t Eat Strangers’ Things

"You must be Lady Fulilian."

As if they had already expected to visit here, when Gutel, Frillian, Philen and the other two arrived at the village that Frillian mentioned, an old man wearing a straw hat took the initiative to come forward and speak as they just passed through the village gate.

"you know me?"

Looking at the hunchbacked old man in front of her, Fulilian couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After all, it had been eighty years since she last came to this village.

"It's white, Lady Fulilian's panties."

The old man stroked his chin with his hand and looked at Fulilian with a smile.

"Ah, now I remember, you're the brat who lifted my skirt..."

Fulilian opened her mouth and looked at the old man in front of her, overlapping the face of the naughty little pervert in her memory with the old man's face.

"Lord Xinmeier was quite angry at the time, and he even said that he hadn't seen it yet."

The old man closed his eyes and recalled his childhood. Thinking of the brave man's crazy look who wanted to kill him, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"So you're still alive."

Fulilian said to the old man with some emotion.

"That's right..."

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Fulilian who was smiling in front of him. He turned his head to look at the village where every door was closed and looked a little deserted, and said slowly.

"What's wrong with you?"

As if noticing that the old man seemed to be worried about something, Philen asked with concern.

"Ah... nothing, just a little sentimental due to my age. By the way, Lady Flillian, you must have come here to seal Guval."

The old man shook his head and changed the subject. Then he looked at Fulilian and talked about the other party's purpose of coming here.

"Well, the seal is about to be lifted soon, so I want to come and get rid of Guval."

Fulilian nodded and answered honestly.

"Well, the seal is still quite a distance from here, and it's getting late. You can rest at my house for one night. I'll take you to check out Guval's seal tomorrow."

The old man turned his head to look at the setting sun and suggested to Fulilian.

"Ok?"

The old man's words made Fulilian frown. According to her memory, the high ground where the Guval seal was located should not be far from the village. Could it be that she remembered it wrong?

"Well, what are you still standing there for? We've been walking for several days, it's time to have a good rest~"

Gutel patted the troubled Fulilian from behind. She was not very concerned about the seal of Guval, but was more concerned about whether she could get something delicious.

The bacon stew and hard bread eaten during camping could not satisfy Guterre, who was very particular about food.

"Please use it."

The old man who specially received Fulilian at the village entrance did not intend to treat Fulilian badly. At dinner, he set up a table that was particularly sumptuous in such a remote village to entertain Fulilian and her friends.

"We don't have any extra travel expenses to pay you..."

Philen looked at the delicious food slowly filling the table in front of him, and looked up at the old man who had prepared all this with some surprise.

"That's not true. Lady Fulilian, you, and Miss Gutel all came here to save our village. You are our benefactors, both in the past and now. These meals are just a token of our gratitude."

The old man waved his hand and replied in a grateful tone.

"Look, he's already said that, why are you still being polite to him? Come on and eat, Philen~"

Gutel pulled Rafiren's sleeve. In the minds of the demons, there is no such thing as humility. As the saying goes, if you don't take advantage of an opportunity, you are a bastard. Gutel did not feel guilty about eating the villagers' food for free.

"But, um, Lady Fulilian..."

Feeling that something was wrong for some reason, Philen turned to look at Fulilian beside him.

"Ah, uh, what's wrong?"

Flillian, who had just torn a piece of meat from the roast chicken in her mouth, responded in a muffled voice.

"never mind……"

Philen turned his head helplessly, and saw the old man opposite tearing the bread into two halves, stuffing one half into his mouth, and handing the other half to him.

"You're welcome. Eat quickly, good boy."

The old man shook the bread in his hand with concern.

"Ah."

It seems that I was too suspicious.