Flillian, I want to live.

"Just hold on a little longer, Philen."

At midnight, Guter looked at the sleeping Philen and gently let go of the hand he was holding.

"Don't keep us waiting too long, Fulilian..."

Guter stood up and pushed open the door of the room while muttering.

"Huh...huh..."

A somewhat noisy shouting caught Gutel's attention. In the corridor, Hugh Turk was leaning against the wall, maintaining his balance on his legs, and miraculously fell asleep in a standing position.

"Are you too tired?"

Guter looked at Hugh Turk who was sleeping soundly, shrugged helplessly, and didn't have the heart to wake him up.

Floating magic.

Guter flicked his finger, causing Hugh Tark to float in the air in a folded position.

"This is not a place to sleep..."

Guter muttered, preparing to take Hugh Tark to his room to sleep.

It was late at night and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Apart from Hugh Tark's calls, Guter could hardly hear any other sounds.

"what……"

Guter put his hand to his forehead.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she also felt a little sleepy.

"Yawn~"

Yawning, Guter went down the stairs to the hall on the first floor. The room where Hugh Tark lived was in the corridor on the other side of the hall.

However, when Guter brought Hugh Tark, who was sleeping like a dead pig, into the hall, the scene in front of him made Guter shudder and he reached out and slapped himself in the face.

The pain on his face made the drowsy Gutel more awake.

At this moment in the hotel lobby, the townspeople who were supposed to be on duty at night and taking care of the patients were all lying on the ground like corpses.

Next to the pillar in the center of the hall, a blonde girl who was barely able to stand by holding on to the pillar with her hands became the only survivor among these people.

"It's a curse..."

Erica said to Guter with some difficulty.

As a monk, Erica is born with the ability to use the goddess' magic, and those who possess this ability also have resistance to curses.

This kind of resistance is generally referred to as the goddess's blessing.

Although she was only a half-baked monk, Erica managed to prevent herself from falling asleep under the influence of the curse.

"I see. Then can you lift this curse?"

Gutel waved his hand, threw the sleeping Hugh Tark to the ground, and then asked Erica.

"Do I look like I can lift the curse?"

Erica gritted her teeth as she tried to resist the strong sleepiness. It was already difficult for her to maintain consciousness, so she didn't even notice the strange thing that Gutel, who didn't have the goddess's protection, had a curse resistance far greater than hers.

"Yeah, that's right. Then can you investigate the type and source of the curse?"

Gutel blinked and scratched the back of his head a little embarrassedly.

"It's probably a very special curse. To remove it, I'm afraid it would require a powerful monk to prepare several necessary items and perform a special ritual. You should also know that this is impossible."

Erica said this in great pain as she banged her head against the pillar beside her like a bell to stay awake.

"Is that so? In that case... there's only one way to quickly remove the curse..."

Guter rested his hand on his chin as he analyzed the intelligence report he had received from Erica.

"That's right, we need to directly eliminate the source of the curse..."

Erica said as she slammed her head against the pillar again.

This time, although she did not fall asleep due to the curse, she was knocked unconscious due to excessive force.

"Ah this..."

Chapter 136: A rare opportunity to play a low-level game

"Ok?"

On the high ground outside the city, Fulilian, who was searching for herbs in the bushes covered with unmelted snow, seemed to have noticed something and turned her head to look at the town in the distance.

"It feels a bit itchy... Is it a curse?"

While putting the herbs she had just picked into the basket on her back, Fulilian closed her eyes and felt the strange feeling coming from the town.

First there was the plague, then the curse. It was so vicious.

Fulilian stared at the town where the curse originated and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

For towns lacking clergy, curse attacks from monsters are as invisible and deadly as plagues.

"Anyway, the prescription is still missing some herbs... the mushrooms that grow at the base of the icicle cherry tree?"

Fulilian lowered her head, glanced at the prescription Haita left for her, and muttered to herself.

Flillian had no intention of rushing back to help because of the curse that appeared in the town.

Firstly, finding an antidote to the plague was also an urgent matter, and secondly, Fulilian herself was not an expert monk in fighting against unknown and complex curses.

If I return rashly, I'm afraid not only will I be unable to help, but I might even get caught as well.

Now all Frillian can do is trust Gutel, who stayed in the town and was able to resist the curse because he was a demon, to solve the new crisis.

Is this where icicle cherry blossoms grow?

Fulilian closed Haita's notebook and put it in her arms. To be honest, she really didn't know where to start looking for this rare plant.

but……

"Huh...huh..."

Eighty years ago, when Fulilian passed through this town with Xinmeier and others, she caught a cold because she couldn't stand the severe cold of crossing the Xuevia Mountains in winter.

At that time, she was just like Philen now, lying on the bed with red cheeks and gasping for breath.

And at that time, it was Xin Meir who was guarding her.

Come to think of it, the method he used to hold Philen's hand to make the sick person feel at ease was learned from Xin Meier at that time.

I remember he once said that his deceased mother took care of the sick little Xin Meir in this way when he was a child.

Just holding your hand will give you a sense of security.

Fulilian's hand unconsciously grabbed the air in front of her.

"How childish..."

Fulilian recalled the feeling when Xinmeier held her hand, and complained to him helplessly.

However, it felt really good at that time.

Although Xin Meier later said some narcissistic words like "I am also super handsome because I know how to take care of others..." which is very annoying.

Fulilian shook her head and let the image of Xinmeier disappear from her mind.

Fulilian still vaguely remembered that when Xinmeier held her hand to give her spiritual support, it was Haita who really cured her severe cold by taking Aize over mountains and across rivers to collect herbs.

If I remember correctly, among the herbs that Haita stepped on at that time was the mushroom under the icicle cherry that Fulilian was looking for now.

Perhaps because the icicle cherry was so beautiful and Haita felt sorry for Fulilian and Xinmeier for not being able to see it with their own eyes, when Haita was feeding Fulilian medicine, he specifically mentioned to her the process of how he and Aize found the icicle cherry.

"In the canyon to the east... I hope it won't have withered in eighty years."

Fulilian found clues about the icicle cherry from her vast memories.

"Then without further ado, let's get ready to go."

Fulilian tightened the straw rope on the basket behind her and prepared to look for the icicle cherry in the direction she remembered.

call out--

On the treetop nearby, a cold arrow with a flashing silver light suddenly shot towards Fulilian who was about to set off with a sound of breaking through the air.

Ding--

However, when the arrow was about to hit Fulilian's fragile throat, a hexagonal defensive magic circle suddenly formed in front of Fulilian, accurately blocking the flying arrow.

"Oh, you're quite good."

In the darkness, a man dressed in black with a hat covering his head walked out.

"You've been following me for a long time..."

Frelian noticed early on that after she had used flying magic to climb over the wall and slip out of the city, several people had followed her. However, because they had been following her from a distance and had not attacked, Frelian did not take the initiative to provoke them.

"God is merciful and merciful. If you had just run away honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to take your life. After all, elves are a rare species on the verge of extinction on this continent. It's not easy for you to survive until today."

The man spread out his hands and explained to Fulilian in a high-sounding manner why he had not taken action before.

"Oh? That's true, so what you mean?"

Fulilian stretched out her hand and summoned her staff. While talking to the man, she used her magic to detect the movements of the other people who were still hiding in the darkness.

Judging from the feedback from the magic detection, the man's subordinates seemed to be well-trained soldiers. They moved silently, and when the man was dealing with Frillian, they quickly formed a circle and surrounded Frillian in the center.

Ordinary people might not be able to notice these people's actions at all. However, for magicians who can sense magic power, their actions seem a bit too clever.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're just a traveler passing through here, right? What the locals do to you shouldn't concern you, right? As long as you put down those herbs behind you and get out of here, I'll let you go."

Estimating that his men had completed the encirclement of Fulilian, the man showed a confident smile on his face. He stretched out his hand in a generous manner, pointed at Fulilian, and spoke in a commanding tone.

"What if I say no?"

Fulilian tilted her head and blinked her big, troubled eyes at the man.

"Then I'm afraid you'll die here."

Seeing that Fulilian did not give him face, the man rolled his eyes and threatened Fulilian with an unhappy look on his face.

"Really? To be fair, let me ask you, do you have any experience fighting a magician?"

Fulilian raised a finger and asked in a skeptical tone.

"Go! Kill her for me!"

The man yelled and ordered his subordinates to kill and silence them.

All of a sudden, the killers who had been hiding in the treetops and bushes rushed out together, waving their daggers and attacking Fulilian in the middle.

boom--

Accompanied by a loud explosion, shattered ground and raised dust, the impact of the explosion spread out in all directions with Fulilian as the center, and the killers who jumped out to attack were all blown away by the sudden explosion, and were smashed into the surrounding tree trunks and stones by the shock wave, and fell to the ground wailing.

Although blasting magic is usually used by Freellian to deal with treasure chest monsters that want to eat her, it can also become a powerful combat skill if the magic output is increased.

"It seems you haven't fought against a magician before..."

Chapter 137 My Cover Card is a Divine Illumination Reflector

After the explosion, Fulilian slowly opened her eyes. The long ponytails on both sides of her head fluttered in the wind in the air waves caused by the explosion. Her green eyes, which looked particularly deep in the moonlight, revealed a sense of oppression that was intimidating without anger.

"what……"

The conical hat on the man's head was also blown away by the blast, and only now did it fall to the ground in a spiral.

Fulilian was indeed right.

He and his men had never had experience fighting magicians.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Men have also had some dealings with magicians.

However, in his impression, he had never seen a magician who could easily beat a dozen well-trained soldiers to the point of being unable to recover like Fulilian in front of him.

Or……

It was simply because the other party didn't want to kill indiscriminately and didn't use his full strength that allowed his subordinates to save their lives.

"that……"