Flillian, I want to live.

After knocking on the door without any response, Philen pushed it open cautiously, only to find that the room was empty.

"Have you gone out yet?"

Philen muttered something in a troubled tone, then turned and walked to the front desk of the hotel.

"Excuse me, do you know where the axe-carrying warrior in our team went?"

Philen asked the innkeeper who was sitting at the front desk wiping cups.

"The red-haired warrior guy?"

The innkeeper looked up at Philen and a grateful smile appeared on his face.

"He just helped me move the newly arrived goods to the warehouse, and then he went out with that blonde girl. I remember they seemed to be going to the square."

The boss replied enthusiastically to Fearon.

"A blonde girl?"

Phelan blinked.

"Yes, I remember her name was Erica."

The boss then added.

"Well, I see."

Philen nodded, then hurried out of the hotel.

"That big red-haired brother helped me get the kid down from the tree."

Under the big tree outside the inn, the little boy holding the cat shared his information with Philen.

"Oh, thanks to him and that girl, we were able to calm down the mad cow."

Next to the cowshed on the way to the square, the old man with his hands behind his back once again provided Fearon with information about Shutark's whereabouts.

After a few minutes.

With the help of passers-by, Philen hurried to the square and secretly poked his head out from behind the tree.

At this time, Hugh Tark was sitting leisurely on a bench beside the square, looking up at the clouds in the sky changing into various shapes with the wind.

Although Hugh Turk's first impression is that he is a ruffian, he is actually a warm-hearted person who likes to help others. Even if he is just strolling around, Hugh Turk has left behind legends of doing good deeds along the way, which makes Philen feel gratified.

Lady Fulilian is so rude. How could Lord Xutark be the kind of person who would be happy to get such a vile drug?

Philen should have thought so - if there wasn't a girl with an admiring look on her face standing next to Hugh Tark.

"Look, that cloud looks like a breast..."

Hugh Turk pointed at a protruding cloud in the sky and excitedly shared his discovery with Erica beside him.

"Yeah! They do look alike!"

Erica also cooperated and nodded in agreement.

Huh? What is this?

Philen's face darkened and he showed an unhappy expression.

Although Hugh Turk may not have thought too much when helping others, in Philen's eyes at this moment, all of this seemed to have become a deliberate act of the man in front of him to be a hero in front of Erica.

"Oh~ Is this true——"

On the other side, Hugh Turk suddenly became excited.

What are you doing again?

Philen frowned and looked at Hugh Tark, who seemed very excited.

"What's wrong, Master Xiutalk?"

Erica also asked Hugh Tark with some curiosity.

"That cloud looks like a pile of shit~"

Hugh Tark bent down and chuckled in Erica's ear.

"what……"

Erica opened her mouth and let out a sound that she couldn't hold back.

This guy, it’s his eighteenth birthday today, but he still acts like a child.

Erica held her forehead with her hand speechlessly.

If Erica hadn't been asked to hold back Hugh Tark so that others could prepare a so-called birthday surprise for him, she would have wanted to shake off the man next to her and run away immediately.

But when Erica thought about Monica saying that if she didn't want to come, she would have to do it herself, she had to agree to this difficult task.

"Indeed! I didn't realize they were so similar~"

So at this moment, Erica could only pretend to be surprised and praise Hugh Turk's amazing discovery.

However, to Philen who was far away, all this became a display of affection between the two people.

It’s nothing. Lord Xutark is indeed an outstanding guy. His appearance and strength are unquestionable. It is normal for people to like such a Lord Xutark.

Philen wanted to convince himself this way.

But, it's so unpleasant.

Philen's teeth unconsciously clenched a little.

Chapter 128 Suddenly Hearing the Sound of a Jade Flute

"Lord Shytark."

Philen decisively walked out from behind the tree.

Philen is not the kind of weak girl who would hide in her bed and cry when she is wronged.

"Phelan?"

Hearing the familiar voice coming from behind, Xu Tark blinked, seeming a little surprised that Philen would appear here.

"You...what are you doing?"

Philen first glanced at Hugh Tark, then slowly shifted his gaze from Hugh Tark to Erica on the side.

Phelan didn't have a very good impression of Erica.

Because he was raised by Haita, a monk, Philen could not help but use Haita as a standard to measure other clergymen who served the goddess.

In such a contrast, Erica, who appears to be righteous on the surface but kills Monica who believes in her in order to cover up the mistakes of the church, obviously finds it difficult to win the favor of Philen.

"Ah, Philen, you've arrived just in time. Look at that cloud..."

Hugh Tark turned his head, not noticing Philen's unhappy mood at the moment. He raised his arm and pointed at the poop-like cloud in the sky, wanting to share his great discovery with Philen.

"It's Miss Phelan."

However, Erica on the side suddenly interrupted Hugh Tark's words.

After spending some time together, Erica has roughly figured out Philen's personality.

Although he appears gentle and kind on the surface, he is actually stubborn and naive at heart, and...

Erica lowered her head and glanced at Philen's chest. Her breasts, as straight and tall as the Xuvia Mountains, stood out from the crowd in the entire team.

All in all, it's a very difficult type to deal with.

However, unlike the slow-witted Hugh Tark, Erica immediately saw why Philen looked so angry.

Jealous?

Erica glanced at the silly-looking Hugh Tark in silence.

Sure enough, idiots are attracted to each other.

Erica couldn't help but complain in her heart.

"Ms. Erica, what's going on with you and Master Hugh Tark?"

On the other side, Philen had already walked up and put his hand on the shoulder of Hugh Tark, who didn't understand the situation, as if to declare his sovereignty, and asked Erica questions in an emotionless tone.

"Nothing, I just wanted to go out for a walk and ran into Mr. Hugh Turk."

Erica clasped her hands together and explained to Philen with an innocent look.

"Ah?" Philen was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Xiu Tark, "Is that so? Lord Xiu Tark."

"more or less."

Hugh Tark scratched his head and answered in confusion.

"That's it..."

Erica's answer of retreating to advance made Philen feel a little embarrassed, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.

"Well, there's no more. Never mind, let's go back to the hotel."

Xutark looked at the poop cloud in the sky that had been blown away by the wind, stood up and stretched his body, and said with some regret.

"What's missing?" Philen didn't understand what Xiutark was talking about, but she still remembered her original intention of coming to Xiutark. "Lord Xiutark, is there anything you want?"

"Something you want? Why are you asking?"

Hearing Philen suddenly mention this kind of thing, Xiutalk asked with some confusion.

"Because today is your birthday..."

"Wait a minute, look over there—"

Just when Philen was about to speak about his birthday, Erica grabbed Hugh Tark's head in time, twisted it to the square beside, and interrupted Philen loudly.

"Eh eh eh?"

Hugh Turk didn't know why Erica suddenly made such a fuss, he squinted his eyes and looked forward.

At this moment, in the center of the square, many passers-by gathered under the bronze statue of Sinmel, which stood as always.

The reason why these people stopped here was certainly not to pay homage to Lord Xinmeier, whom they were already a little annoyed with.

"Beep, beep, beep~"

From the steps under the bronze statue, a melodious flute sound came.

“This song…”

Xutark suddenly seemed to remember something, and a surprised and solemn expression appeared on his face.

"Is there anything special about this piece of music, Master Shuttark?"

Philen closed his eyes and listened quietly to a flute player's performance. Although he had never heard of it before, the melody and rhythm were indeed very attractive.

“This is a song from my hometown…”

Xutark stared at the direction where the flute sound came from, muttering an explanation.

"Master Shuttark's hometown?"

A look of surprise appeared on Philen's face.

Philen once heard from Gutel that Xiutark's hometown was the Warrior Village in the Central Kingdom, which was destroyed by the bloody military god Livale when Xiutark was a child.

"I should be the only survivor."

Hugh Tark clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and then walked towards the flute player who was surrounded by people with somewhat nervous and heavy steps.

"Borrow it for a moment."

Under the cold stares of others, Xu Turk struggled to squeeze to the front of the crowd.

What appeared in Hugh Tark's eyes were not the relatives he expected in his heart.

Sitting cross-legged under the bronze statue in the center of the square, playing the flute, was a sickly-looking gray-haired girl. She wore a dirty knitted hat on her head and a tattered dress full of patches. Her long hair, which dragged on the ground, was messy and unkempt.

Hugh Turk exhaled the breath that had been in his chest.

That’s right.

There is no way to resurrect the dead.

Even so, Hugh Tark reached into his pocket and took out the little pocket money he had left, then bent down and put it into the broken bowl that the performing girl placed in front of her.