I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"Welcome, Lady Fulilian, Lady Ash, and the two accompanying you. I am the Lord of Morrufu—Patricit."

The lord of Morufu is a rather handsome uncle. His light golden hair highlights his nobility, the beard on his lips makes him look very mature, and his figure is tall and slender.

Although he was a noble lord, Patricit did not show any aristocratic arrogance. He gave people the impression of being very kind and approachable. Even Hugh Tark couldn't help but relax a little when he saw him.

"The brave Sinmeier and his crew once saved Morufu. Whether it's to repay their kindness or to show my hospitality, I'd like to invite you all to lunch."

At the beginning, Xinmeier and others were imprisoned by the local lord for inexplicable reasons when they passed by this city. Later, a large number of monsters appeared around the city. Xinmeier and others eliminated all those monsters, and the lord agreed to release Xinmeier and others.

So, Jian and others were welcomed into the castle by Patricit.

Hugh Tark quietly approached Fearon and whispered, "Really, the feeling he gives is completely different from that of other nobles."

Philen nodded silently in agreement.

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Chapter 454: Watching.

The dishes on the lord's table were not luxurious, not as extravagant as the Manchu-Han banquet with more than a hundred dishes, but they were very exquisite.

The food on the plate looks like a work of art and is hard to eat.

Hugh Tark was even very careful when picking up the knife and fork, because he was afraid of damaging these precious tableware. He was worried that he could not afford to pay for it, and he was even more afraid of being dragged out and beheaded by the nobles.

The long dining table was covered with a white tablecloth. As the lord, Patricit naturally sat in the main seat. On either side of him were Ash and Fulilian, and below them were Philen and Shuttalk.

Philen gracefully cut off a small piece of steak and put it into her mouth, and the next moment a light appeared in her eyes.

“This is really delicious.”

Raising her hand to cover her red lips, Philen exclaimed in amazement. Xu Tark, who was sitting opposite her, took a bite out of curiosity and was immediately conquered by it.

The same dishes were placed in front of everyone, except for Jian, who had a piece of exquisite golden pastry in front of him.

"Master Jian doesn't like eating meat, right?"

Lord Patricit had a kind smile on his face, and the humility and gentleness in his tone easily made people like him. "This is a pastry I specially ordered my servants to make. I hope it suits your taste."

"My Lord is truly attentive."

The pastries tasted very good. Although not as good as those made by Jian himself, they were also unique in their own way.

The three of them began to enjoy their meals. Fulilian politely said to Patricht, "Thank you very much for inviting us, Count Patricht."

"Please don't say that, Lady Fulilian. You and Lady Ash once saved this city, my grandfather and my father. A mere lunch is far from enough to repay this kindness."

Patricite waved his hand, his tone sincere.

Sitting next to Fulilian, Philen was slightly curious and asked Fulilian, "Lady Fulilian, I've heard more than once that you and Lord Xinmeier and the others saved the city together... What exactly happened?"

Upon hearing this, it was not Fulilian who spoke first, but Patricit.

"That was a stupid thing my grandfather did."

"It's really quite stupid behavior."

Fulilian nodded, criticizing without mercy.

Turning to look at Philen, Fulilian began to explain in more detail, "At that time, the lord here believed the words of a demon and brought him into the city. That demon was skilled in magic that attracted monsters. With this magic, the demon attracted all the monsters in the surrounding area to attack the city."

Fulilian's evaluation of the demons is "monsters that can speak human language", which is a very pertinent evaluation.

Demons look very similar to humans and can speak human language, but they do not understand human emotions at all.

The ancestors of the demons were cunning monsters that would say "Save me" to attract kind people and then prey on them.

For the demons, language is not used to communicate with humans or understand each other, but a tool to deceive humans.

"My grandfather mistakenly trusted the cunning demons and nearly caused the entire city and its people to lose their lives because of his foolishness. If it weren't for Lady Fulilian, Lady Ash, and the members of the Brave Squad who happened to be there, this city would probably have been destroyed long ago."

Patricite cast a grateful look at Fulilian. "Furthermore, my father encountered a ferocious monster at that time, and it was Fulilian who saved it... My father always talked about this incident and told me about it."

"Really? Did something like that happen back then?"

Fulilian looked confused. "I'm sorry, I don't remember."

Patricit shook his head and lowered his eyes. "You don't need to apologize to me, Lord Fulilian. I, Patricit, will never forget the kindness you have shown me, my father, and Moruf. Even when I grow old and my lordship is inherited by my descendants, you and Lord Jian will still be Moruf's benefactors."

"The people of the city are grateful."

After the meal, Patrick still asked the butler to drive the carriage to take Fulilian and others back.

"Lord Frilian."

Being called suddenly, Fulilian's face remained calm and she turned to look at Patricit.

"Lady Fulilian, what do you think of...this city?"

Hearing this, Fulilian was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't understand why Patricit suddenly asked this question.

She pinched her chin, her emerald eyes rolling as she thought seriously.

"Excellent."

Perhaps feeling it was a little pale, Fulilian added, "I am very satisfied."

Patricite stared at Fulilian's expressionless face, and there seemed to be something more in the smile on his face.

"This is the best compliment I've ever received, thank you."

……

Time flies by.

They had stayed in Morufu long enough and should have left long ago, but because of the lord's hospitality, Jian and the others stayed here for a few more days.

In front of a huge bronze sculpture, Fulilian stopped and looked up.

The bronze sculpture was the image of five people, and those faces were extremely familiar to Fulilian and others.

The brave Sinmel put the Brave Sword on the ground with both hands on the hilt.

Monk Haita, with his hands behind his back and an optimistic smile on his face.

A warrior named Aize, with a thick beard and a helmet, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

The elf magician, Freellian, holds her staff in both hands with an expressionless face.

An elf (fairy) magician named Ash who wears large round-framed glasses on his face and holds a book in his arms.

During the journey, it was not the first time that Jian and others had seen similar sculptures. However, in most cases, there was only a statue of Xinmeier alone, and in a few cases, there were statues of four people. Because Jian joined the team halfway, it was the first time they saw a statue of five people.

"This bronze statue is very clean."

Jian touched his chin and smiled slightly, "Looks like we don't need to use magic to clean it up."

Fearon: "It seems that someone cleans the statue every once in a while."

Hugh Tark: "It's really rare. The statues we've come across before, whether stone or bronze, are almost unrecognizable. They're all covered in rust or vegetation."

Ash: "After all, it's been seventy years... The old lady we met last time had been cleaning the statues for nearly forty years. Finally, she got too old to do it anymore, so she entrusted us with the job."

While the three of them chatted, Fulilian remained silent. She simply stared at the statue of Sinmel in the center, lost in thought, wondering what unforgettable memories had come to her mind...

Leaving the square where the bronze statue is located, you can directly see the gate leading out of Morufu.

After Jian and others left the gate, the city lord Patrick soon received the news.

With his hands on the window frame, Patricit was looking in the direction where Frillian and the others had left.

There were footsteps behind him getting closer, but he was not surprised at all.

"They're gone, Father."

"Yeah……"

An old voice came from behind Patricit, making him turn around.

A wooden cane, wrinkled cheeks, and a pale beard that hung down to his chest.

"Is this really okay, Father?"

Patricite's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with deep worry. "You've been waiting your whole life for this day, right? The day you see Lady Fulilian again."

"That's enough, Patrichte."

Worm narrowed his eyes and stroked his beard, "Anyway...she probably doesn't remember me."

"It's enough... to be able to see her again while I'm still alive, to be able to walk around this city that I'm proud of with her... I have nothing to regret."

"She's still the same as before...confident, strong, beautiful...but I already have one foot in the grave. Appearing before her like this and chatting with her as if nothing had happened has already taken all my courage."

On that day, the little boy witnessed with his own eyes that peace and tranquility were shattered, and a black wave of monsters was about to overturn the city.

The little boy didn't know whether goddesses really existed in this world, but when the elf girl appeared in front of him and killed all the monsters... he felt that he had seen the goddess.

"I advise you to give up. This relationship will not have any result."

The little boy had never told anyone about this feeling...but when that person appeared in front of him, he had a feeling - he could not hide anything from the gaze of those eyes.

"That girl is too slow-witted. To make her fall in love would surely be a true miracle far beyond magic..."

"Besides, I think it's truly cruel to teach a long-lived elf about love. Of the two parties who made a vow, the one who stayed behind will surely feel grief for the one who left... From now on, every time they see something related to the other person, it will be evocative, and the once beautiful memories will turn into an equal amount of pain. And the one who left first will surely regret having to leave the other person alone."

"You can't promise someone eternal companionship, so why not just give up and choose someone you can grow old with as your partner."

Having said that, the man sighed again.

"However, I also know how unreasonable feelings are."

"If you truly cannot let go, but don't know what to do... then when you grow up, become the lord of this place."

"That slow-witted elf will definitely set out on his journey again and will definitely pass by here again, although you may not be able to wait until then."

"But if you really want to do something for her... then make this city a better place."

"She'll see it sooner or later."

The little boy really became the lord of Morufu. Under his management, Morufu became better every day.

The people living here all have smiles on their faces and have hope for the future... This is something that Morufu never had in the past.

Then, the little boy grew old and his health deteriorated day by day, so he adopted a child and let the child inherit his territory and title.

Under the other party's management, although Morufu's development speed was not as fast as when he was in charge, it was also very obvious.

Until now, Morufu has grown from a little-known border town to one of the most orderly and peaceful cities in the northern wilderness.

Then, the little boy waited for the elf girl.

She seemed to have not changed at all, making him feel as if he had returned to the time when he first met her.

After so many years of hard work, I was rewarded with the other party’s words “I am very satisfied”.

Does it seem like a bad deal? Perhaps most people would think so.

But this is the reward that makes Worm most satisfied.

Leaning on his crutches, Worm came to the window and looked into the distance in the direction where Fulilian and others left.

"That's...enough."

This would be the last time they met... Worm had a premonition.

The elf girl will never know that someone has admired her. This feeling will be taken to the grave by him and will never have any impact on the elf girl's future.

So, let’s see them off one last time.

Those who are destined to stay here watch those who are always moving forward go further and further away...

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Chapter 455 Dream Soul Festival.

30 years after Sinmel's death.

The sky was filled with fiery clouds, and the temperature gradually dropped as the sun set.

Near dusk, Ash and the others arrived at a village called Skol.

"Huh... I can finally get a good night's sleep today."

Xiu Turk smiled thankfully.