Flillian, I want to live.

"I was actually kicked out by my master."

Hugh Tark sighed and told the truth that he had previously concealed from Guter.

"Kick him out? Did you do something to offend him?"

Guter said in surprise.

"That was the first time I had an argument with my master..."

Xuturk stretched out his right hand and lifted up his forehead which had been covered by his bangs. What appeared on it was a huge scar.

"Looking back, that was also the first time I was beaten by my master."

Xutark closed his eyes and recalled his master's trembling iron fist that night.

"Lord Xutark... What on earth did you do to make Lord Aize so angry?"

Fieren looked at the scar on Xiutalk's forehead in shock. Based on her understanding of Aize from Haita and Fulilian, this usually taciturn dwarf warrior was definitely not the kind of violent person who would hurt someone precious.

"At that time, although Master insisted again and again, I..."

Xuturk lowered his head and clenched his fists unwillingly.

"But you?"

Philen held his breath nervously.

"But I absolutely refuse to move out."

Hugh Tark replied with a firm expression.

"what?"

"I think there's nothing wrong with always being the master's little cotton-padded jacket. Besides, living on my own is terrible. I have to cook for myself and pay rent every month..."

Xutark added resentfully.

"Lord Guter, this man is simply hopeless."

Philen turned to Gutel and said.

Chapter 71: No more homebodies if you steal the house

Philen came out of the room carrying a plate.

"Ahh~"

Following the sound of sneezing beside him, Philen glanced at Hugh Tark, who was squatting against the wall, hugging his body and shivering.

"Here~"

Philen placed the leftovers on the plate on the ground in front of Hugh Tark.

"Ahh~"

Xuturk looked up at Philen and wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't control himself and sneezed.

"Lord Shutark..."

Philen closed his eyes and wiped away the saliva sprayed on his face with the back of his hand with a look of disgust.

"Yes, I'm sorry..."

Hugh Tark rubbed his still itchy nose with his fingers and said pitifully.

"well…… "

Philen sighed, took off his cotton vest, bent down and covered Shutalk's back with it.

"Thanks……"

Hugh Tark sniffed.

"Even if you are willful, there must be a limit, Master Shuttarque."

Philen said helplessly as he looked at the red-haired boy in front of him who looked like an abandoned stray puppy.

"I'm sorry, Philen. I've finally decided to forget about traveling with you guys."

Hugh Tark lowered his head and answered in a depressed tone.

"...Are you worried about Master Aize's health?"

Philen was not as angry as Shutellk had imagined. As a child with the same background as Shutellk, she could understand Shutellk's feelings at the moment.

"I'm a very cowardly guy, right? On the one hand, I want to realize my ambitions, but on the other hand, I'm afraid to take action. I don't want to disappoint my master, but I'm also afraid that if I leave with you like this, when I come back here, my master will have already..."

Xuttark looked up at Philen. Although his axe could split the tall rock wall, his face was full of helplessness.

"That's it..."

The figure of Haita appeared in Feilan's mind. If Haita was still alive, would she still make up her mind to start traveling with Fulilian?

"Hey, Hugh Tark."

Just as the boy and the girl looked at each other in silence, the door was pushed open again. Gutel poked her little head out from the crack of the door and shouted at Xutalk who was kicked out by Aize.

"Eh? Big Sister?"

Hugh Turk moved his frozen neck and turned to look at Gutel.

"Aize has something to tell you."

Guter said to Hugh Turk.

"master?"

Xutark blinked, stood up with the help of the wall, and walked into the room with some confusion.

"Philen, wait a moment."

Watching Hugh Tark passing by him, Gutel suddenly called out to Philen who was following behind him in a low voice.

"Hmm? Master Guter, what's going on?"

Philen looked at the mysterious Gutel and asked in confusion.

"I want you to do something right now..."

Gutel took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Philen, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in Philen's ear.

On the other side, Xu Tark also walked over to Aize and Fulilian who were sitting cross-legged by the fireplace and warming themselves by the fire.

"Hugh Tark."

Feeling the footsteps behind him, Aize suddenly called out Xu Tark's name.

"Yes, master."

Xuturk subconsciously stopped and stood at attention.

"I know you're filial, but I'm not old enough to be buried yet."

Aize stroked his smooth long beard and spoke leisurely.

"That's right, Shuttark. I know a dwarf who's lived for over four hundred years. You might be buried first..."

Fulilian also helped out.

"That doesn't mean..."

Aize glanced speechlessly at Fulilian, who always made outrageous remarks without realizing it.

"I……"

Xutark bit his lip. He knew that what his master and Fulilian said made sense.

But he was a timid guy. He was afraid that his master was lying to him and that he would miss the chance to see his master off.

He is not the kind of guy who is good at making decisions and can easily make up his mind.

"I'm going to be traveling with Fulilian and the others for a while."

Knowing that his apprentice would not compromise easily, Aize looked at the flames burning in the fireplace and slowly made a decision that surprised Xutalk.

"Eh? Travel?"

Xutark looked at Aize in a daze. He never expected that he had just rejected Philen's invitation in order to stay and take care of Aize, and now Aize was about to run away with the other party.

"So, since you're so happy to stay here, why don't you stay and look after the house for me..."

Aize turned his head and glanced at the stunned Xiu Turk.

"Eh? No, no..."

Hugh Turk stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Of course, if you want to come along, I don't mind having two front-row players in the team."

Fulilian looked at the embarrassed Hugh Tark and gave him another option with a smile.

"……All right."

Xuturk looked at the two old foxes in front of him. Although he knew that this was a trap they set for him, he really had no choice.

"Pack up, we'll leave tomorrow."

Aize stood up and glanced up at Xiutalk.

"Travelling is very tiring. Don't collapse before me, Hugh Tark."

"Hmph~ Don't underestimate me, Master~"

Xiu Turk curled his lips and smiled confidently.

Knock, knock, knock~

驭~

Hugh Turk, who was sleeping soundly to the rhythmic sound of horse hooves, was thrown out of his seat by the inertia of the carriage and hit his head on the floor.

"Hey!"

Hugh Tark woke up from his sweet dream in pain. He rubbed his head with his hands and got up from the ground in a daze. Only then did he see his companions Aize, Fulilian and Gutel watching him making a fool of himself.

"The spring outing is over, kids~"

Guter smiled and pointed his finger at Hugh Tark's forehead, mocking him.

"Well--"

Hugh Turk's face instantly turned red.

On the first night of traveling with his master, Hugh Turk suffered from insomnia like a child before a spring outing.

"here it is……"

Carrying several people's luggage, Hugh Tark was the last one to jump off the carriage. He fell asleep shortly after getting on the carriage, so he didn't even know where his destination was today.

What appeared before Hugh Tark was a huge basin covered with primeval forest.

He had some impression of this place. When he was a child, Guter had brought him here and told him that what he was looking for was hidden in this forest.

"Wall Basin... a place I miss so much."

And Fulilian, who was also staring at the scenery in front of her, said the name of this place.

"Have you been here?"

Xu Tark looked at Fulilian beside him with some surprise.

"Been here before."

Fulilian said as she walked.

"She said before, how long ago was that?"

Hugh Tark leaned over and whispered in Guter's ear.

"Could it be the time when humans were still monkeys?"

Guter speculated seriously in a low voice.

"I haven't lived that long. You're the primitive one."

Standing at the foot of the hillside, Fulilian curled her lips, turned her head and stared at Gutel.