I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"You still like to put your books closest to where you rest."

"Don't you think it's comfortable to lie in bed and read a book, Fleury?"

Fulilian stood at the door of the room, while Jian walked directly to a bookshelf, picked out a few books from it without even looking at them, and stacked them up into a small tower.

"Here, the grimoire you requested. I carefully selected it. It should perfectly suit your preferences."

Ash handed over twenty books to Fulilian. "Here are some magics: 'Magic to prevent water from getting stuck in your teeth,' 'Magic to prevent burns from drinking tea,' 'Magic to make a skirt appear to be both visible and invisible,' 'Magic to make tofu taste like meat,' 'Magic to automatically distinguish between edible and inedible foods,' and so on."

There was a clear emotional fluctuation on Fulilian's face, and her smile was filled with anticipation and joy.

"They're all legendary magic. As expected of Ash, you have excellent taste."

"Ah, but there's a problem. This magic that determines whether food is edible seems to use the criterion of 'whether it will cause pain to the human body'. So, it seems that peppers and the like are also considered inedible."

"I see. Is it because the essence of spiciness is actually pain?"

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Chapter 427 The story will continue to be passed down.

At night, there are stars.

It was probably autumn, and the night wind brought a hint of coolness. A group of people sat around a campfire with an empty iron pot on the fire.

And under a tree not far from the group of people, in a place where the firelight could hardly reach, there was a blonde girl sitting.

The slender legs wrapped in black stockings were slightly bent, a book was placed on her knees, and the blonde girl was writing something in the book, occasionally frowning slightly.

"What's wrong? Jian, are you worried about something?"

The calling voice brought Jian back to his senses. He raised his head and saw a very gentle aqua blue hair.

"It's Xinmeier... It's nothing. To say I'm worried is a bit of an exaggeration. I'm just thinking about the story."

As he spoke, a smile played on the corner of his mouth. "This is an adventure with the brave team. If you write your experiences into a story, it will definitely be very popular, right?"

"Really? That's a good thing."

Xin Meier's voice was soft and gentle. "If this story was written by you, it would probably be circulated for a long time... When we are gone one after another, in that distant future, I hope our story can help those who read it."

"Have you already set your sights on the world after you're gone? You're thinking too far ahead. You haven't even lived half of your life yet."

Hearing Jian's slightly teasing words, Xin Meir gave a wry smile.

"It never hurts to think further ahead, right?"

"Too."

Xin Meir turned sideways so that Jian could see the other people sitting by the campfire.

"Why don't you come sit over here? Isn't the lighting bad here?"

"You don't have to worry about that. My eyes are very special. What I see at night is almost the same as what I see during the day."

"Really? I was overthinking it. You're such a handy eye! If you had been there when we were exploring the ruins last time, Aize might not have been eaten by the monster because it was too dark."

"So you've encountered something like this before? I think it could be written into a story... So how did you handle it that time?"

"Because Aize was too hard, the monster couldn't chew it and spit him out."

“…So disgusting.”

"Yes, yes, that's what Haita said at the time."

As if recalling the scene at that time, Xin Meir laughed out loud unconsciously.

Not far away, Fulilian and the others had already prepared their beds for use in the wild, and the complaints of the monk Haita could be heard.

"Oh... I don't know if I can still see you two lying quietly in bed when I wake up tomorrow morning."

"What can I do about this?"

The dwarf Aize, whose face below the eyes was mostly covered by a beard, said calmly: "What happens after I fall asleep is not something I can control."

"Then you can't just sleep for one night and then run away ten meters away. I originally thought you were taken away by a monster, and I wanted to at least find your body, otherwise it would be difficult to even hold a funeral."

"Don't arrange someone else's funeral so easily."

At this time, Xin Meir and Jian also came over. Seeing this scene, Aize asked curiously.

"What did you two do?"

Xin Meier turned his head to look at Jian. After seeing Jian nod, he smiled and said to the others, "Jian plans to write our adventures into a story so that more people can read it."

Then, the three people's reactions were somewhat flat.

"Write it into a story..."

Haita stroked his chin, wondering what he was thinking.

"I do not mind."

Because of the helmet and beard, it is impossible to tell what expression Aize has at the moment.

"casual."

Fulilian's reaction was the most bland.

"Stories are a good thing."

Ash said gently, "Nothing in this world is immortal. Everything is destined to die from the moment it is born, whether it's plants, humans, demons... Even the longest-lived elves will eventually die."

"However, stories can continue to be passed down, even after hundreds or thousands of years, even if the person who created the story is no longer with us, even if the story is completely changed in the process of transmission... there will still be people who remember the story, and there will still be people who will be changed by the story."

“Even if this world comes to an end, the story will not end, but will wait to be taken to the next world.”

"It's better than magic, isn't it?"

When the others were silent and pondering over Ash's words, Fulilian suddenly spoke.

"I don't understand. If the world also perishes, then shouldn't the stories of this world also disappear along with the world? What you're saying is very problematic."

"Maybe?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Jian's face. "Perhaps, in other worlds... the story of this world, your story, is being known to more and more people."

……

Fulilian woke up from her sleep.

There was a soft bed beneath me and an unfamiliar ceiling above my head.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the sunlight outside did not disturb her sleep.

With the back of her hand against her forehead, Fulilian was stunned for a long time, her eyes as if covered by a layer of mist.

"...It's really rare that I actually dreamed about things from the past."

Fulilian closed her eyes and murmured in a dreamlike voice.

"Lady Fulilian, it's time to get up..."

When Philen pushed open the door and walked in, he saw that Fulilian had already sat up from the bed.

After being stunned for three full seconds, Philen widened his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Lady Fulilian actually got up on her own?!"

"Phiren, you are kidding me. Fulilian will get up on her own, unless the world is going to be destroyed tomorrow..."

Ash's voice sounded behind Philen and was getting closer and closer. Then Ash came to Philen's side and looked into the room. He saw Fulilian who had sat up and was staring at them with squinted eyes.

"Is the world really going to end?!"

"It won't be destroyed..."

Flillian, who was feeling listless due to having just woken up, spoke weakly.

Philen was the one who took care of Fulilian's washing and combing her hair.

"Speak of it."

While combing Fulilian's hair, Feilun said, "We're both elves, but Master Jian is... how should I put it... much more diligent than Master Fulilian?"

"Maybe it's because Ash is still too young for an elf."

Fulilian squinted her eyes comfortably while enjoying Philen's hair-combing service. "If Jian lives for another thousand years, he should become similar to me."

"It's a time span beyond imagination..."

For the elf, the so-called five or ten years is just a blink of an eye. Most people would delay staying in bed for two or three minutes, but for Fulilian, it would be five or six hours.

So someone needs to wake her up, otherwise Fulilian will sleep until noon.

"There are many interesting books in Jian's house...why not stay for ten years before leaving?"

"Please don't say such unrealistic things, Lady Fulilian. You can only stay for a week at most."

After being scolded by Philen, Fulilian showed an unhappy expression... To be more specific, it was the same expression as the TV man on the Bilibili website.

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Chapter 428 Want to know more.

"Is that so... Even Haita is dead."

Jian and Philen sat together, each with a cup of steaming tea on the table in front of them.

"Phelan, what kind of person is Haita to you?"

Jian suddenly asked this.

Philen picked up the teacup, but did not take a sip immediately. Instead, he pondered for a long time.

"Lord Haita is a very important person to me."

Rubbing the tip of his thumb against the side of the teacup, Fearon said calmly, "I learned magic to reassure Lord Haita, to make him believe that I could survive well even alone."

"Is that so...Haita has become such a reliable person."

There was a hint of relief in Jian's eyes.

In Ash's memory, although Haita was a monk, he loved drinking and was always completely useless in the next few days because of drinking.

"Master Jian... do you have a good relationship with Master Haita?"

"It's not very good, otherwise he should at least tell me that he died so that I can attend his funeral."

When he said this, Jian was in a bad mood... Feilun felt the resentment that Jian had towards Haita.

Ash took a sip of tea. "I traveled with Xinmeier and the others for a while... You already know this from Fulilian. Then, after Xinmeier and the others successfully defeated the Demon King, Fulilian disappeared for fifty years. During this time, I also kept in touch with Xinmeier, Haita, and Aize because they wanted me to help them analyze a very special magic... That's roughly how we got together."

Having said that, Jian turned his head and glanced at Feilun, "Didn't Haita tell you anything about me?"

"..."

Philen responded with silence, but this silence was enough to explain many things.

"Tsk! A cold-blooded, wine-drinking monk."

The resentment in Jian became even stronger.

Although there was no emotion on Philen's face, she had actually been thinking hard, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for Haita... She really didn't think Haita would do such a cold thing.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Philen took out his staff.

"Master Jian, do you recognize this staff?"

Jian looked over in confusion, and raised his eyebrows when he saw the staff in Philen's hand.

"Is this the staff that Haitatou made for me not long ago? It turns out it was meant for you. I thought it was for Fulilian..."

"This staff was given to me by Lord Haita. It's a very important item..."

Placing the staff flat on his thigh, he gently stroked the rough shaft of the staff, and a hint of tenderness flashed in Philen's eyes, whose expression never changed.

"Lord Haita told me that the maker of this staff is a very good friend of his, a very talented magician. He said he was very lucky because there are only a few powerful magicians in the world, and he was able to become friends with two of them."

"Lord Haita also said... if I ever embark on a journey, I'll probably run into the maker of this staff. He told me to come to you if I encounter any difficulties, and you'll be able to solve them."

Listening to Philen relaying Haita's words, Jian was silent for a moment and then spoke lightly.

"That drunken monk Haita only knows how to order people around..."