Flillian, I want to live.

Fulilian blinked. She had no interest in who was in power. Instead of finding out the gossip about the nobles who had booked the inn, she was more concerned about whether she could find interesting new magic.

"There aren't any high-end shops like ours in a village, but I have a magic book in my collection. It's not a very powerful spell, but if you want it, I'll give it to you as compensation for letting you sleep in the stable."

The innkeeper replied to Frillian.

"Anyway, I'm just reading here today."

After receiving the magic book from the innkeeper, Frillian went to the mattress on the haystack and issued her own declaration of slacking off.

"Don't look too late, Fulilian, we have to continue our journey tomorrow."

Zain glanced at the sky, which was gradually getting darker. After spending a few days together, he had already deeply understood the elf's habit of staying in bed, so he reminded him.

"understood."

Fulilian glanced at Zain with some dissatisfaction, then turned over and left her back to the other party, muttering in response.

Judging from her appearance, she must be reading all night again, right?

Zain looked helplessly at the elf in front of him, who was the oldest but looked like a child who had just entered the rebellious period. He turned to Philen, who was packing the clothes he had changed over the past few days, and said:

"Phiren, you must remember to remind her to go to bed on time at night."

"……I see."

Feilun turned her head, looking unhappy. She nodded silently at first, and then gave a brief answer.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Don't you like sleeping in the stable? Do you want me to ask if there are any villagers willing to let you and Fulilian stay there?"

Zain keenly sensed Fieren’s displeasure and tilted his head to ask her.

“No…please don’t think that I’m the kind of guy who’s spoiled and will cause trouble for everyone, Master Zain.”

Philen rolled his eyes at Zain and said.

"Ah, does this mean I did something wrong?"

Zain scratched the back of his head, seeing through Philen’s thoughts at a glance.

"Maybe it's because it's her birthday today, but Hugh Tark seemed to have forgotten it?"

Guter came out of the arm’s stable and explained to Zain why Philen was so unhappy at the moment.

"A birthday? Ah, men generally don't pay attention to birthdays, anniversaries, or anything like that~"

Zain spread out his hands and spoke in the tone of someone who had experienced it.

puff-

Philen picked up a pair of boxer briefs from the dirty clothes with disgust and threw them in Zain’s face.

"Wash it yourself."

Philen said angrily to Zain, whose face was covered by his pants.

"Sorry, I'll go buy you a gift right away..."

Zain, who was still trying to find excuses for Hugh Turk, immediately slid to his knees.

"Speaking of which, where did Hugh Tark go?"

Gutel turned her head and she could no longer see Hugh Tark from the beginning.

"Ah, Hugh Tark, he seemed to have said he had something to do and ran away in a hurry."

Fulilian, who had been reading with her back to the others, turned her head slightly and told them about the report on Hugh Tark.

"Look, maybe he's actually going to help you pick out a gift, Philen."

Zain took off the pants that Fearon had stuck on his face and shrugged to excuse Hugh Tark.

"...Put that thing in here. I'll go to the well and wash it together later."

Zain’s words made Philen’s expression calm down a bit, and she raised the basin where the dirty clothes were placed and gestured towards Zain.

"Thank you so much~ Philen, you are truly virtuous. If Xutalk marries you, you will definitely make a good wife."

Zain said with a smile as he placed his pants in the basin of water held in front of Philen’s chest.

pat-

Philen angrily raised his leg and tucked it into Zain’s knee.

"Oh, I get it. I'm not kidding anymore, okay? Don't use that lower kick on me, it'll hurt your knees, and I have to travel tomorrow..."

Zain pleaded with Philen with a bitter face.

"Really..."

Philen muttered something with a pout, then walked towards the well outside the inn with the basin of water.

"Phelan."

Before Philen left, Gutel seemed to remember something and called out to him.

"What's wrong, Master Guter?"

Philen, in a bad mood, turned around and asked Gutel in a bad mood.

“You know that guy Xiu Tuerke. Although he’s not young anymore, he still acts like a child all day long. He’s different from a smooth and mature guy like Zain. He can’t guess why you’re sulking. I’m afraid he will just think you’re bullying him, right?”

Gutel, who knew Hugh Turk's nature well, analyzed it for Fieren.

"But……"

Philen opened her mouth. Although she usually took on most of the care work in the team without complaint, she still had some obsessions when it came to birthdays.

"You know you don't actually hate that guy Hugh Turk, right?"

Gutel stretched out his hand, stood on tiptoe and touched the head of Philen, who was one year older, with some difficulty, and comforted him.

"Ah."

Philen lowered his head and replied with a slightly flushed face.

"You know, there are many things you don't say out loud that others won't know. Hugh Turk is still a little kid, and he's not very smart, so if he really forgot your birthday, remind him right away and then go choose a gift with him."

As Guter spoke, he secretly took out a few silver coins from his arms and placed them in Philen's palm.

"I know travel expenses are a bit tight right now, but this is some of the money I 'borrowed' from that Fulilian. Instead of letting her buy all sorts of random things, I might as well pick something you like."

Chapter 150 Another Me in the World

After wringing out the washed clothes one by one, Philen, with a tired look on his face, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his rolled-up sleeves.

It was late at night and the streets of the town were empty without a single person in sight. Although Philen did not go looking for him on purpose, Xutark had indeed not seen a single person so far.

"..."

Philen silently took out a few silver coins that Gutel had just given him from his pocket.

I'd better return it to Lady Fulilian later.

Phelan sighed and pondered in his mind.

"Huh...huh..."

Just as Philen was about to return to the stable of the inn to rest in disappointment, a burst of rapid breathing suddenly sounded behind her.

"Eh?"

Philen turned around in surprise.

What appeared in Philen's sight was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Phew... Sorry to have kept you waiting."

In the silver moonlight, the panting red-haired boy looked at Philen's face lovingly with an apologetic smile.

"You...how did you..."

Philen's eyes widened in shock.

After just a few hours of not seeing each other, Hugh Turk had undergone a complete transformation. Not only did he comb his messy hair, which he usually neglected to take care of, but he also changed into a new set of elegant and noble clothes, which always seemed to be rustic in Philen's eyes.

What's more important is temperament.

Just as Guterre had told Fieren before, although he had passed his eighteenth birthday, Huettark was still essentially an immature kid.

However, now Hugh Turk not only boldly held Philen's hand right from the start, but his orange eyes were decisive and sharp, giving people a feeling of maturity and reliability.

"I have decided."

After calming his rapid breathing, Xutark, who was holding Philen's right hand, seemed to have come to some realization. He suddenly bent down and knelt on one knee in front of Philen.

"Wait……"

Completely shocked by Hugh Tark's unusual behavior, Philen was about to say something.

"This is my gift to you."

Xutark suddenly took out a shiny silver ring and put it on Philen's ring finger under his astonished gaze.

"This this……"

Philen's face flushed red. Just as she had said to Gutel, she did not hate Hugh Tark, or rather, she actually had a pure affection for the young man in front of her.

But this was a bit too fast, at least ten steps faster than Philen thought.

"Hurry, go look over there!"

Just when Philen was at a loss for what to do in the face of Hugh Tark's birthday gift that sounded like a proposal, there was a sudden commotion in the hotel in the distance and hurried shouts were heard.

"Ah, have you been discovered?"

Hugh Tark stood up and spoke to himself calmly, seemingly not surprised by the commotion at the inn.

"Discovery? What discovery?"

In contrast, Philen obviously hasn't figured out the situation yet.

"follow me."

However, at this moment, Xu Turk did not have time to explain to Philen. He grabbed Philen's right hand where he had just put the ring, and then ran quickly.

"Huh? Huh?"

Although Philen was very confused about why Xutark wanted to run away, he subconsciously followed him and fled into the woods outside the village.

"It's so noisy outside..."

Guter jumped down from the haystack in the stable and looked at the chaotic inn with some curiosity.

"Are those guys from the Alden family? They really cause trouble."

Fulilian, who was also affected by the magic book, rolled to the edge of the bed and pouted in dissatisfaction.

"I am back!"

At this moment, the tattered wooden door of the stable was pushed open, and Xutark ran in excitedly from outside with something in his hand.

"Hugh Turk? You disappeared for so long, what were you doing?"

Guter looked at Hugh Tark, who had just returned, and asked in a scolding tone.

"Of course I'm going to prepare a birthday present for Philen, otherwise she'll definitely get mad at me again."

Xutark shrank his neck and answered with a look of fear on his face.

"Hey, you still remember Philen's birthday..."

Guter raised his eyebrows and teased with some surprise.

"What kind of talk is that, Big Sister Guter?"

While grumbling in dissatisfaction, Xu Tark spread out his cupped hands and showed the gift that he had spent so much time preparing in front of several people.

"Oh? Is this... the goddess's amulet? The craftsmanship is quite good."

After seeing the gift in Xiutalk’s hand, Zain was the first to exclaim in surprise.

"Hehe, this is a move I learned from that elven monk, Uncle Kraft, when we were spending the winter in the Land of Swords. So impressive, isn't it?"

Hugh Tark raised his head somewhat proudly, stuck his thumb on his nose, and said in a boastful manner.

Although in fact the reason why it took him so long to come back was that he barely succeeded after making more than a dozen failed products.