I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Four people were sitting in a corner eating delicious food, while at this moment, two people not far away were discussing something openly.

Their voices were also heard by Jian and others.

"I heard that Master Fass will soon find that Emperor's Wine he's been talking about."

"Really? My grandfather has been saying this since he was little."

Driven by curiosity, Hugh Tark asked, "What is Emperor's Wine?"

"I heard about this wine from Haita."

As Philen savored the food before him, he searched his memory. "It's said that there was once a vast empire that ruled most of the continent, and Emperor's Wine was the supreme wine dedicated to the emperor at that time."

Later, Fearon added, "Lord Haita also said that it was all Lord Fulilian's fault that he missed the opportunity to drink the Emperor's wine."

"The circumstances of this matter are rather special..."

Fulilian looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, and it was obvious that there was some hidden story behind this matter.

When the topic of "Emperor's Wine" came up in the restaurant, Fulilian became visibly anxious.

When leaving the restaurant, Fulilian said directly: "Let's leave this town as soon as possible. After we buy things, we will..."

"It's too late, Fulilian."

Jian suddenly interrupted Fulilian and said, "The person you wanted to hide from has come here."

Before Philen and Xiutalk could understand what Ash meant, a cry of surprise came from not far away.

"Flillian! Isn't this Flillian?"

A short figure trotted towards Jian and the others excitedly.

His plain clothes, small black hat, long hair and beard made him look a little unkempt.

"It's been a hundred years, Fulilian."

"It's eighty years, Fas."

Fleuryllen corrected.

"It's really unlike you to care about such small details."

Fass wondered, "It doesn't make any difference to you whether it's eighty years or a hundred years."

It was obvious that the other party was a dwarf, otherwise he would not have said such a long time span as "a hundred years".

"Master Qi."

Feilun quietly came to Jian's side and asked in a low voice: "Who is this person?"

"I don't know either."

Ash shook his head. "Maybe it's a friend Fulilian met while I was away."

Fas's eyes swept over Ash, Hughtalk, and Philen.

"There are so many unfamiliar faces here. Didn't that little brother who likes drinking come with you?"

"Haita is dead."

Fulilian said calmly, "He passed away peacefully."

After hearing the news of Haita's death, Fas was visibly stunned for a moment, and said with regret: "Is that so... I'm a step too late."

However, he quickly cheered up and told Fulilian the purpose of his visit.

"I found the location of the Emperor's Wine. Can you help me? Fulilian."

Not long after, Ash and others followed Fas to a mine tunnel.

"When it comes to dwarves, the first thing that comes to mind is probably miners. Unfortunately, I grew up in the city. In order to find that supreme wine, I learned all about mining from scratch. I dug this entire mine all by myself."

This mine tunnel in front of us would take a lot of effort even if a whole professional team came here. It is hard to imagine how much energy and time Fass alone has spent to achieve what he has today.

Hugh Tark begins to question Fulilian about Fas's identity.

"Who is this old man?"

"Fasi, this guy is addicted to alcohol. He has been looking for the Emperor's Wine for more than two hundred years."

As she spoke, Fulilian lowered her eyes slightly, as if she was lost in memories.

"The last time we met him, he also asked for our help, but we were still on our way to defeat the Demon King, so we refused."

"Would that drunken monk Haita leave so easily?"

Jian expressed doubts about this.

"of course not."

Fulilian replied calmly, "So in the end, we had to use a lot of effort to drag Haita away."

"Why do we need to dig tunnels to find wine?"

Fearon raised this question.

Then, Fas brought them to a huge stone monument.

"Legend has it that Emperor's Wine is buried in a ruin nearby. Two hundred years ago, I discovered this stone tablet, and it convinced me that the Emperor's Wine is nearby."

The stone tablet is written in ancient Elvish, praising the Emperor's wine as the supreme golden nectar and delicious wine.

The name "Miliaarde" is written in the lower right corner of the stele, which seems to be the author of this inscription.

Fulilian, who had always seemed nonchalant, reacted when she heard the name and squatted down in front of the stone tablet.

"It's indeed Milliarde..."

It contains complex emotions and expresses feelings that people cannot understand.

"It all started when I saw this inscription. I dedicated my life to finding the Emperor's Wine."

“Now, it’s right within my reach.”

Fas's words were soft, yet they held a certain power that was difficult to shake.

A wish that requires a lifetime to fulfill...it's impossible to even begin to grasp the weight it holds.

What would happen if the wish came true?

What will happen if the wish is shattered?

Jian stood behind Fas, also looking at the contents of the inscription, with stars flickering in his eyes.

Fulilian was silent for a while, then said: "Do you know the ruins?"

"Of course, that's why I need your help."

Under the leadership of Fas, everyone continued forward along the mine tunnel and soon reached the end of the mine tunnel.

Here, there is a door that looks ordinary, but it is covered with a layer of complex and intricate runes.

"As you can see, I can't open the door of this stone chamber. In order to store fine wine, this door is placed under a powerful barrier."

That's why Freellian is needed, because Freellian is the strongest magician Fas has ever seen.

However, after just one glance, Fulilian made her judgment.

“I can’t open it either.”

"How could you not open it?"

Fass clearly didn't believe it.

Fulilian was not good at hiding her inner feelings. At least Jian could see that Fulilian simply did not want to open this door.

I don’t know if Fas noticed this, but he was indeed getting anxious.

That's natural. The wish that has been pursued for more than two hundred years is about to come true. If it were anyone else, they would definitely be more hysterical than Fas.

Even though Fas was willing to pay, Fulilian still didn't change her mind.

"Please, Fulilian! Drinking the Emperor's wine has been my lifelong dream! I've been searching for it for two hundred years!"

450

Chapter 450: Set a goal for this long life.

The surrounding area suddenly became quiet.

Fas's voice was a little hoarse, like a drowning man clinging to the last ray of hope.

All eyes were focused on Fulilian... Besides Fas, there were also Shuttalk and Fellen, all looking at her.

Fulilian glanced sideways, and her eyes looked at Fas with a bit of indifference.

"I reject."

Flillian looked quite cruel and inhumane in this state, and even Philen and Hugh Tark couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"...Lady Fulilian, how about we help him a little?"

"Yes, it would be too pitiful for Master Fas to continue like this."

Fulilian frowned. "You two are really acting strangely today. You've always been against me wasting too much time in one place. Even I would need three months to break a barrier of this level."

Hugh Turk: "That's not a long time."

Philen: "Yeah, Lady Fulilian used to stay for ten or eight years. In comparison, three months is not unacceptable."

Fulilian: "..."

"Besides, it doesn't take three months at all."

At this moment, Jian stepped forward and gave a reassuring smile. "If Fulilian and I are together, it probably won't even take a month."

Seeing that Jian also stood up to contradict her, Fulilian's face puffed up like a pufferfish, and then she shouted like a broken jar.

"It's up to you guys. I don't care what happens after the barrier is lifted."

Jian smiled slightly and turned to look at Fas. "What do you think? Is it acceptable?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Fas nodded vigorously. "I've been waiting for this day for two hundred years. A mere month is nothing!"

For nearly a month afterwards, Jian and the others stayed in this town, studying the barrier.

One morning.

This time, it was not Philen but Jian who called Fulilian to get up.

When traveling with Xin Meir in the past, the person responsible for waking up Fulilian and taking care of her daily life was Jian. After all, except Fulilian and Jian, all the others were boys, and men and women should not be too close to each other.

Especially Xin Meier. Jian had reason to suspect that Xin Meier would be so excited that he fainted when he saw Fulilian in a disheveled state saying "sleep a little longer" in a coquettish manner.

"Flillian, it's time to get up."

"Well... I want to sleep a little longer..."

"...If you really let me sleep for what you call a 'little while', maybe Hugh Tark and Fearon would have three children already."

Jian discovered that Fulilian's habit of staying in bed was worse than before.

Glancing at Fulilian, who was wrapped up like a caterpillar in her blanket, Jian couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be because the temperature in the northern plateau is lower?"

However, no matter what the reason was, Jian could not allow Fulilian to continue to degenerate.

Afterwards, Fulilian, in a half-asleep and half-awake state, was helped by Jian to wash her face, brush her teeth, change clothes, blow dry her hair, tie her hair, put on shoes, etc.

Fulilian was as well-behaved as a rag doll, which made Jian feel as if he was playing a clothing-changing and cultivation game.

While helping Fulilian comb her hair, Ash suddenly spoke.

"Flillian, is there something on your mind?"

The reason why Ash said this was because she discovered that Fulilian had always been against opening the barrier.

Why? Fas had begged her so much, and his two hundred years of obsession was about to be fulfilled.

But Jian knew very well that Fulilian was not a cold-blooded and heartless person.

Fulilian is a very gentle person, otherwise she would not be liked by the equally gentle Xin Meir.

When Jian suddenly brought up this topic, Fulilian's eyes, which had been narrowed, opened slightly, revealing a complex light that was difficult to understand.