Flillian, I want to live.

Fulilian pointed her two index fingers, trying hard to explain something to Doris.

"So what if she regrets it? Isn't it her own fault for being slow? Even if she wants to repent, can she really talk to a dead person?"

Doris asked back angrily.

"Woo——"

Fulilian threw herself into the arms of Philen beside her.

"Lord Frilian?"

Looking at Fulilian burying her face in his chest, it was the first time that Philen saw Fulilian so depressed.

"You can certainly understand me, Philen..."

Fulilian grumbled with a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"Yes, yes, Lady Fulilian..."

Philen reached out his hand helplessly and touched Fulilian's head.

"Don't touch my head..."

Chapter 126: Can the words of the old ancestor Fu La Mei still deceive you?

Twenty-nine years after the death of the brave Sinmeier.

Apertido of the Northern Kingdoms.

"Finally got out of that damn mountain."

On the street in front of the hotel, Guter looked back at the Xuvia Mountains that had been left behind them, and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.

"Winter in the north is really scary."

Xu Tark looked at the cedar trees that had just sprouted on the street and said with some fear.

After months of trekking, the group finally successfully crossed the Xuevia Mountains and returned to the densely populated human territory.

"I have always believed that Lady Fulilian will visit here again - this is also the last words of the former village chief, so please don't be late next time! Lady Fulilian~"

Fulilian closed her eyes, recalling the words she said when she said goodbye to the young village chief in the Sword Village, and pursed her lips in some trouble.

I will probably be late again. I hope this village head lady can live longer.

Fulilian had already prepared herself mentally to be a pigeon.

Elves always waste some time unconsciously. After all, their long lives make them always extend the time limit for completing a task.

"Anyway, there are too many people on the street, so we should just go back to our room and rest."

Erica looked around nervously and spoke to the people who were sighing in front of the hotel in an urging tone, but she didn't realize that her guilty look at the moment attracted the attention of passers-by.

But Erica's nervousness was not without reason.

Because the red-haired girl wearing a sheepskin hat who was following closely beside her was holding the brim of her hat tightly with her hands, as if she was afraid that a gust of wind would blow her hat away, revealing the sharp corners hidden underneath.

"Don't worry, the disguise I helped you create is foolproof."

However, Guter patted Monica on the back with an indifferent look on his face and assured her confidently.

"Hey!"

Seeing Guter's careless appearance, Erica suddenly became angry.

"Okay, okay, we really should go get some rest. I haven't slept in a proper bed in ages."

Like a mother disciplining her naughty child, Philen grabbed Gutel's collar and pulled her away from the trembling Monica, then spoke to Erica in an apologetic tone.

"That's right."

Doris glanced at the messy group that looked like a spring outing, shook her head helplessly, and walked into the hotel first.

In any case, the group finally settled down.

"Lady Fulilian, what should we do? Shall we go shopping together?"

Philen sat in front of the dressing table in the hotel and took care of his messy hair which had been messed up due to sleeping outdoors for a long time.

"I won't go. I borrowed a few magic books from Doris, but I haven't had a chance to read them before."

At this time, Fulilian was lying lazily on the pillow. She had just finished working. She was wearing pajamas and kicking her legs rhythmically. She stretched out her arms, put the magic book on the bed, and read it with relish.

"Is that so? Then I'll go find Master Guter..."

Philen didn't mean to force Fulilian to accompany him. He just lowered his head and wiped the sleeve arrow given to him by Gutel with his handkerchief.

"what……"

Just as Philen was about to leave the room alone to find Gutel, Fulilian seemed to suddenly realize something, raised her head and sighed.

"What's wrong, Lady Flillian?"

Philen turned around and looked at the startled Fulilian with some confusion.

"Come to think of it, today is Hugh Tark's eighteenth birthday."

Fulilian turned her head and told Feilan something that suddenly occurred to her.

"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"

Hearing Fulilian's words, Philen raised his eyebrows and asked Fulilian with some surprise and anger.

"I haven't prepared anything!"

As if to emphasize the point, Philen added something at the end.

"Why not just buy something in town?"

Fulilian tilted her head back, rolled her eyes, and glanced at the pouting Philen.

"I don't know what Master Hugh Tark likes, so how can I buy it now? This is all Master Fulilian's fault."

It was rare for Philen to get angry at Fulilian.

"Ah la la, Philen, you're making a big deal out of nothing. Birthdays aren't that important..."

Fulilian turned over and rolled to the edge of the bed, defending herself in a somewhat aggrieved tone.

"Birthdays are very important to humans."

Philen squatted down, stared at Fulilian on the bed with his big eyes, and said angrily.

"..."

Feeling a little frightened by Philen's stare, Fulilian closed her eyes and showed a surrendering expression on her face.

"I know. How about this? I'll give you my most precious treasure."

Fulilian supported herself on the headboard and jumped off the bed. Feeling that Philen would be very angry, she decided to make it up to him.

"Mrs. Fulilian, what treasures are there among the junk you bought?"

As Philen watched Fulilian bend down and pull out the suitcase that she rarely let go of when traveling from under the bed, and started to rummage through it, a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"What do you mean by rubbish? These are all collections I collected with great effort..."

While rummaging through her space-expanding suitcase like Doraemon, Freellian retorted to Philen in a dissatisfied tone.

"So what exactly is Lady Fulilian's hidden treasure?"

Philen sighed and asked Fulilian speechlessly.

"Ah, found it!"

On the other side, Fulilian also took out the treasure she mentioned from the mess with a somewhat surprised tone.

"this is?"

Philen looked curiously from the side at the treasure that Fulilian was holding carefully in both hands.

"This was originally a gift I was going to give to Hugh Tark, but since you, Philen, value Hugh Tark's birthday so much, I'll reluctantly give it to you first."

With a smug smile on her face, Fulilian held up an unlabeled black medicine bottle and spoke to Philen as if showing off.

"this is?"

Philen looked at the bottle of potion in Fulilian's hand and felt that it looked familiar.

"This is a potion that will dissolve clothes but will never harm your skin."

Fulilian showed a sly smile on her face and introduced the treasure in her hand to Philen.

"what?"

The vein on Philen's forehead twitched.

"A man would definitely be happy to receive a gift like this—that's what my master told me."

Fulilian watched as Philen snatched the bottle of medicine from her hand and brought out Volame to prove herself.

slam-la-

The next moment, the precious potion was poured down on Fulilian's head by Philen.

Chapter 127 You are such a mean man

"Didn't I tell you to give up this vile drug before?"

Philen frowned as he looked at Fulilian, who was crying loudly after being drenched in the potion, and then angrily threw the bottle back into Fulilian's arms, turned around and left the room.

"Lady Fulilian, please do as you wish. I'll go directly to Master Shuttleck and ask him what gift he would like."

After saying this, Philen closed the door angrily.

"..."

Because her pajamas were completely dissolved by the potion and she became naked, Fulilian didn't quite understand why Philen was so angry.

"This potion is very valuable..."

Fulilian looked at the half bottle of dissolving potion left in her hand with a bit of pain, and couldn't help mumbling.

“Phelan——what the hell!?”

At this moment, Gutel pushed the door open to look for Philen, but accidentally saw the naked Flillian sitting on the edge of the bed with a melancholy look on her face, like an uncle of hindsight.

"what……"

Fulilian opened her mouth in embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were open-minded."

Gutel blinked, and by the way, focused his gaze on Fulilian's barren chest, and a mocking smile inadvertently rose at the corner of his mouth.

"Open your head."

The corner of Fulilian's mouth twitched, and then she threw the medicine bottle in her hand, hitting Gutel in the face with a bang.

A few minutes later, two naked women wrapped themselves in quilts and squeezed onto a bed, looking at each other awkwardly.

"What? You said Philen went to find Hugh Tark?"

And Gutel finally learned about Philen's whereabouts from Fulilian.

"Yeah, what's there to be surprised about?"

Fulilian looked at the anxious Gutel and asked in confusion.

"Shouldn't you also know that today is Hugh Turk's birthday? Since it's his birthday, you should prepare a surprise for him!"

Gutel shook his head and explained to Fulilian in a scolding tone.

"surprise?"

Fulilian repeated it with some trouble.

"You might not know this, but Hugh Turk has never received a birthday present before~"

Guter stretched out a finger from under the quilt and swore to Flillian about the story about Hugh Turk.

On the other side, Fearon went downstairs and came to the guest room where Hugh Tark lived.

"Lord Shytark?"