I don't want to be a heroic spirit

The old man's name was Qi Luye. With his help, the group saved the trouble of finding a place to stay.

"Actually, I'm quite puzzled."

While cleaning the room, Jian suddenly started a conversation.

"Although Haita is optimistic and loves to laugh, he does have quite a few bad habits, doesn't he?"

Fulilian knew what Ash wanted to say.

"I like drinking, eating meat, and I don't like eating green vegetables..."

"It's like this. Lord Haita's bad habit of being picky about food often gives me a headache."

Even Philen couldn't help but complain.

Ash: "But it seems that Haita stopped drinking after adopting Fearon?"

Fulilian: "Well, at Sinmel's funeral, Haita said he had developed many health problems due to drinking too much over the years."

Ash: "In the end, he still lived for over twenty years... The most important thing is that after Xinmeier grew old, he went from a sunny and handsome young man to a bald old man. Haita, besides more wrinkles and graying hair, seems to have changed little after growing old. I even wonder if he has the favor of the goddess."

Fulilian: "If he knew you were slandering Xin Meier like this, he would definitely be furious and fight you to the death, right?"

Ash: "The probability is quite high. After all, he has always been very concerned about his appearance. You can often see him combing his hair with a mirror."

Fulilian: "Especially before making a statue, he would spend a lot of time taking care of his image."

Conversations like this have often occurred during the past two years of travel.

Unlike what is advertised by various countries, Xin Meier and others who successfully defeated the Demon King seem to have no shortcomings. They are so great and upright that they don't seem like people who would appear in real life.

In the conversations between Jian and Fulilian, there is basically no such lavish praise of the merits of Xin Meier and others. Instead, most of them are various complaints, complaints, and teasing, and they keep harping on the shortcomings and embarrassing moments of Xin Meier and others.

Because of the conversation between the two, the images of Xinmeier and others in the minds of Shutark and Philen gradually became fuller and more real, becoming closer to "a real person" than "a hero who only exists in fantasy."

From those biographies that publicize the heroic deeds of the brave team, people would not know how narcissistic the brave warrior Xinmeier was, how much the monk Haita loved drinking, how Aize was sent to the guillotine and almost beheaded for contradicting a noble, how many times Fulilian was eaten by the treasure chest monster, and how Ash almost blew up four members of the team because he was afraid of insects.

Countries will not allow these deeds to spread, because they will tarnish the great image of the brave team that they have painstakingly created, even if these things all happened in reality.

Even the image of "Brave Sinmel" is changing... When Jian and others passed by some towns, they found that the statue of Brave Sinmel had been modified and became completely unfamiliar to them.

It’s simply because they feel that the new statue better fits the image of “Sinmer, the Brave Demon King Sinmer” in their minds.

This kind of thing happens too often. For example, although Fulilian's master Volame is a woman, her statue was changed into the image of an uncle a long time ago.

History is deceptive, and time is best at forgetting.

Rather than the so-called "truth", perhaps most people are more interested in "distorting history according to their own preferences" in order to create a "past that is beneficial to themselves."

This does not mean that this practice is wrong, because in the eyes of Jian and Xin Meir, such things are inevitable and are bound to occur with the passage of time and the development of civilization, even if such things are indeed somewhat disrespectful to the predecessors.

There is no need to force this distortion to be corrected, just let it take its course.

As long as it exists, it has meaning, whether it is a fictional legend or real history. There is no need to destroy one for the sake of the other.

Xinmeier believes that the most perfect result is to allow legends that are more easily accepted to spread widely and to prevent the true history from being completely forgotten by the world.

At least, with Fulilian and Jian around, he didn't need to worry about the truth being completely forgotten by the world.

Then what is there to be dissatisfied about?

Moreover, Ash will record their past in the form of stories for more people to see, even if they do not regard these stories as the truth.

467

Chapter 467 Complaints against Xin Meir.

31 years after the death of the brave Sinmeier.

After entering the town, Jian and his group all smiled with ease, and their nerves that had been tense for a long time seemed to have relaxed.

Philen smiled slightly and said, "It's been a while since I've been to a town."

"Finally, I can relax. I'm tired of eating only hard bread every day. I can't eat it without water."

Hugh Tark's steps were brisk, and he couldn't help but feel bitter when he thought of the expressions he had seen along the way. "I think it's not impossible to use the food as weapons to fight the monsters."

"That's still a little off. After all, it's not baguettes or mooncakes."

At this point, Ash interjected, "But if you add my additional magic, there won't be any problem."

"With your additional magic, even a random stone on the side of the road can kill the monster, right?"

Fulilian complained.

"Lady Fulilian, what you just said is as if you were saying that our food is harder than the stones on the roadside."

Philen reminded Fulilian, "After all, it's too much to say that food is harder than stone, right?"

As soon as this topic was brought up, Jian immediately had something to say.

"Yes! Who said there aren't any? Didn't I just tell you? Baguettes and mooncakes."

"So, what are baguettes and mooncakes?"

Hugh Tark frowned, "I've never heard of it."

Jian slowed down his pace, walked to the center of the group, raised his index finger, and said excitedly, "Speaking of baguettes and mooncakes, they're like divine weapons in the food world, the strongest spears and shields in the food world... I once tried to chop them with a dagger out of curiosity, but not only did sparks fly, but the blade also broke."

"...Are you sure you're talking about food and not super-hard metal like the Demon Sealing Stone?"

It created sparks and broke weapons... these two descriptions shouldn't appear on food, right?

Because they had never seen the baguettes and mooncakes that Jian mentioned, Feilun and the others could only imagine them in their minds.

With their limited imagination, they could only imagine something like "super-hard iron-gray metal blocks" in their minds. Anyway, that image could not be connected with the concept of "food that can fill the stomach" in any way.

"...If there really were food that hard, then most blacksmiths in the world would have been replaced by chefs, right?"

When Hugh Turk thought about this, he had to admit that his idea made sense.

The first thing to do when you arrive in town is to find a hotel to stay in.

As soon as they entered the room, Ash and Fulilian threw themselves onto the bed in unison.

"Ah~~, soft bed."

"Ah~~, a warm bed."

Without even changing their clothes, the two of them rolled around on the bed, making the smooth bed a mess.

"Really, Master Ash and Master Fulilian sometimes act like little kids."

Philen complained expressionlessly.

Ash is fine, at least she doesn't need anyone to take care of her daily life, but Fulilian always gives Philen a headache.

But what could Philen say? One can only pamper one's own master.

After packing their luggage, they arrived at the door of the hotel.

Fulilian: "Then, until tonight, we will have free time."

Phelan: "Okay."

Hugh Turk: “Yeah.”

Ash: "I have no objection."

Although we are in the same team, we should still keep some personal space appropriately. It is easier to relax if we act alone like this occasionally.

"I want to go to the blacksmith shop."

Hugh Tark was the first to speak, glancing over his shoulder at the long-handled axe strapped to his back. "We've been engaged in intense combat since entering the northern plateau, so I thought I'd take advantage of my free time to visit the blacksmith shop and have my axe properly sharpened."

Then there was Fleury.

"I want to look around and see if there are any magic books, herbs, or anything worth buying."

"I don't really have anywhere I want to go."

Phelan tilted his head, rolled his eyes, and then said, "Then I'll stay in the hotel."

Ash nodded and spoke.

"It's not bad to stay in the hotel and have a good rest. After all, we've been quite tired on the way. If you're really bored, Philen, you can read the storybook I wrote."

"Okay, Master Jian, thank you for your suggestion. Where will Master Jian go?"

Philen's question was quite casual, but it troubled Jian for a moment.

"Actually, I haven't decided what to do yet. Although it would be nice to just stay in the hotel, lie in bed and clear my mind... but after thinking about it, I decided not to. I'll just wander around and see if there's anything interesting."

Afterwards, the four of them dispersed on the spot and began their free activities.

Watching the other three people disappear in the crowd, Philanthropy was just about to return to the hotel when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure jogging towards him.

"Master Jian? Did you forget something?"

"Ah, I did forget... But I didn't forget to bring anything, I forgot to leave something behind."

Before Philen could understand the meaning of the words, Jian cast a spell in front of the door.

"Just in case I get lost while walking around town, I'll put down the coordinates here... Okay."

With just one sentence, Jian's magic was completed. After all, it was just leaving a coordinate, not a complicated magic.

"Ah...it seems like Master Zhao has a poor sense of direction, doesn't he?"

Philen thought belatedly.

However, Jian never showed any such trait, so even if Jian admitted that he was a person with poor direction, Philen had forgotten it as time went by.

"Look at Master Jian's familiarity... Could it be that Master Jian has used magic to leave coordinates in every town? I never noticed it before..."

As for the village, Ash wouldn't use such magic, right? After all, the village is much smaller than the town. As long as you fly higher, you can see the end. No one should get lost in the village... right?

"I'm leaving."

"Goodbye, Master Jian."

Jian raised his hands high and waved goodbye to Philen, then after turning a corner, Jian's figure disappeared from Philen's sight.

After saying goodbye to Philen, Ash wandered aimlessly around the town.

Although the sun was shining in the sky, the temperature was still very low. If you didn't wear a scarf, the cold wind would be very cold when blowing across your neck.

However, Jian doesn't like wearing scarves very much. She has never liked it since she was a child because the hair on the scarf would prick her neck and it was very uncomfortable. But when she was little, her mother always forced her to wear it.

Like her, Fulilian also doesn't like wearing a scarf, but then she is forced to wear it by Feilun... It's the same situation as when Ash was a child.

"Sure enough, there's a statue of Sinmel here too."

At this time, Jian came to a square with a bronze statue of Xinmeier standing in the center of the square.

The statue's image is one that I'm familiar with, which is nice.

"It seems that the image of Sinmel here has not been maliciously tampered with by some people. In a town I visited before, the statue of Sinmel was changed to look like an unfamiliar noble uncle..."

The brave warrior Sinmel who defeated the Demon King was just an ordinary man from a small village. However, perhaps some nobles wanted to gain fame, so they portrayed Sinmel as a nobleman and even deified him, making him a fictional hero.

In that town, the statue of Xinmeier is an image of a noble uncle in a formal suit, with a lot of gorgeous and dignified decorations on his body. Even the sword in his hand is inlaid with many gems. The shape is too gorgeous rather than practical, making people wonder if the sword will break if it is swung.

At the time, Hugh Turk was still wondering, "Can I really fight in this kind of clothes?"

However, how could those nobles who only stayed in their mansions to seek their own interests understand this? Of course, they came in all their splendor and beauty.

The common people all respected the brave Sinmel who defeated the Demon King and liberated this land from his terror, so they didn't think there was anything wrong with this. But they didn't know that Sinmel himself had no interest in these gorgeous decorations and noble status.

"Hmm... Is this the image of a sword sheathed this time?"

In fact, Jian admires Xinmeier very much. There are so many statues on this continent, and each statue has a different posture.

It is difficult for Xin Meier to make each statue different.

Of course, the most difficult ones were indeed Jian and his team. On average, they would waste more than ten hours each time making a statue for Xinmeier. There were several times when Fulilian burst into tears because the waiting was too painful.

Jian stroked his chin and stood in front of Xinmei's statue for a long time.

"I heard... that touching a statue of Sinmel brings good luck."

Although I don’t know where this absurd statement came from or when it started...but as the saying goes, it’s here now.

"It doesn't cost anything to touch it anyway, so I'd feel like I'd be missing out if I didn't."

With a hint of teasing in his light blue eyes, Jian stared at the statue of Xinmeier in front of him.