I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Because of the height difference, even if Jian raised his hand as high as possible, he could only touch Xin Meir's thigh.

"Actually, I'd rather touch your head... But if I really do that, I'll be scolded to death by the people around me for disrespecting the hero, right?"

The further north you go on the continent, the closer you are to the Demon King's Castle, and the stronger the people's admiration for the brave Sinmel becomes.

If she dared to touch Xin Meir's head in front of a few people, she would definitely be criticized by the whole town, right?

Although Jian doesn't like being forgotten by the times, she also doesn't like being famous in this way.

So, in the end, Jian just touched Xinmei's shoes.

"I don't think it will be of any use... Xinmeier, please bless me and let the next world I go to be a good one."

After a pause, Jian continued, "I don't ask for a place as good as this one, but I hope it can't be too different. Irena's world is pretty good... Anyway, a world like Dao Weiyixian's is definitely not an option, and I don't want anything to do with President Ke either. Please bless me, please bless me!"

This seems to be putting Xin Meir in a difficult position. After all, even the goddess of creation probably can't decide on such matters, right?

But it doesn’t matter. Anyway, Jian doesn’t think Xin Meir can help her in this regard. He was just talking casually.

"Big sister, what are you doing?"

A sweet and tender voice sounded beside him. Jian turned his head and saw a little girl standing next to him. Her big blinking eyes were full of curiosity.

"Big sister is asking Xin Meier to bless me."

Jian's eyes curved like crescent moons, and she regarded herself as the "big sister" very naturally. It was quite shameless, even though she was probably older than the other person's great-grandmother.

"Little one, haven't you heard? It's said that if you touch a statue of Sinmel, you'll receive Sinmel's blessing and become blessed with good fortune."

"Huh? Really?"

"Of course it's real, so do you want to touch it too?"

The little girl frowned slightly, showing a conflicted expression.

"But wouldn't that be disrespectful to the Brave Master? Wouldn't that make the Brave Master angry?"

"It's okay. From what I know about Xin Meier, he won't be angry. On the contrary, he will be very happy. He always enjoys this kind of welcome."

"Big sister, you say that as if you know the hero."

In response to the little girl's words, Jian smiled without saying anything, and had no intention of explaining further.

With his hands on his knees, Jian squatted down and looked at the little girl at eye level.

"So, do you have any wishes that you would like the Brave Master to fulfill?"

"Well……"

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then said, "My friend's mother bought him a ball, and I want the same one so I can play with it when I'm alone."

"is it?"

Jian's eyes became more and more gentle as he looked at the little girl, as if he was looking at his childhood self.

She then lifted the little girl up so that she could reach the statue of Sinmel.

"Then let the brave man fulfill your wish. Just like my elder sister did just now, place your hand on the statue and ask Master Xinmei to grant you good luck."

The little girl listened to what Jian said, placed her hand on the statue of Xinmeier, and fulfilled her wish.

"So, will the brave man grant me good luck?"

Being held in Jian's arms, the little girl frowned slightly and looked at Jian with uneasy eyes.

Then, this is how Ash answered her.

"Of course I will, because Xin Meier has never disappointed anyone. He has never let anyone down. He always stands up when everyone has given up."

Holding the little girl in his arms, Jian looked up at the statue of Xinmeier, which gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory. It seemed as if he was talking to himself, and also as if he was complaining to someone who was not there.

"Really? He always runs so far ahead. Do you know how troublesome it is to follow him? That guy who loves taking detours doesn't even think about us. He always puts his trust in us without reservation, even though we ourselves doubt ourselves..."

"'If you don't believe in yourself, then believe in me, because I believe in you from the bottom of my heart'... He said such beautiful words, but if we ended up betraying his trust, we would really be unforgivable, right? Really..."

468

Chapter 468: The Horn of the Dark Dragon.

After letting the little girl touch Xinmei's statue, Jian did not put the little girl down immediately, but asked another question.

"Speaking of which, do you know why Xinmeier left so many statues on this continent?"

"Well……"

The little girl looked troubled, but Jian did not rush to speak. He just waited for the little girl to think and give her own answer.

"Because... the hero wants to be famous?"

"Hmm... a little bit."

Ash's eyes rolled, and he said, "For that guy Xin Meier, fame and such aren't that important. He left behind so many statues because he was afraid of being forgotten."

"Why would he be forgotten? Wasn't he the hero who defeated the Demon King?"

"Under the rolling wheels of history, nothing remains forever in people's memories, not even Sinmel, who accomplished the feat of defeating the Demon King, a feat unseen by previous heroes."

The corners of Jian's mouth curled up gently. "But... even if I'm truly forgotten, it will probably be a long, long time from now."

"How long?"

"Probably, it's hundreds or thousands of times longer than the 'longest' you can imagine."

"It's been so long..."

The little girl tilted her head, "Then why don't you want to be forgotten, brave man?"

"Hmm... maybe it's because I don't want a certain girl to be too lonely."

Jian smiled faintly and said, "Xinmeier left statues of himself in every corner of this world, so that no matter where a certain slow-witted elf girl went, she would see him. It would be as if... he had never left her side."

Naturally, Ash's words made the little girl look unhappy.

“It’s so hard to understand…”

"It's a little hard to understand for someone your age."

"So... as long as I grow up, I will be able to understand?"

"Maybe...but I hope you never understand."

"why?"

The little girl tilted her head in confusion.

Jian smiled gently, his deep eyes like the calm lake on a summer night.

"Because growth is painful... People choose to grow because they're facing a hardship that they can't overcome without growing."

"Humans cannot empathize with others. To truly understand someone else's feelings, you must experience the same thing as them...but that's not a good experience, so I hope the day you can understand will never come."

In this case, it is indeed too early for the little girl in front of me.

Therefore, Jian didn't expect her to understand, and was mostly just talking to himself.

"I'm sorry to tell you something too difficult to understand."

After calming down, Jian put the little girl down and put on a friendly smile.

Compared with people of the same age or older, Jian is better at communicating with innocent and cute children.

"To express my apology, let me tell you a story... Are you interested in stories about heroes defeating demon kings? Or would you rather prefer the lighthearted and boring stories of a certain magician during his travels?"

……

Walking alone on the street.

The path under his feet was made up of small squares. Jian lowered his head and carefully and seriously controlled his feet to avoid those lines and make sure that every step fell within the squares.

It was as if she would die if she stepped on the line.

"Ok?"

He raised his eyebrows and saw a crowd appearing in front of him. It looked quite lively and he didn't know what was going on.

"There are so many people, why are you all gathered here?"

I remember reading an interesting post before.

If you are an American, your first reaction when you see people gathering together is to stay as far away as possible.

If you are a Chinese, when you see people gathering together, your first reaction is to go over and take a look.

Perhaps it was the confidence brought by his powerful abilities, or perhaps it was the Chinese people's instinct to join in the fun, but Jian slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back.

In the center of the crowd, Hugh Tark was holding an axe and adjusting his breathing, and in front of him was a bull that had been subdued and lying on the ground.

"You've been a great help, young man. I didn't expect you could tame a mad bull."

Someone came forward to express his gratitude to Hugh Tark, and then more and more people gathered around Hugh Tark.

"Hugh Tark is still as popular as ever..."

Jian, who was at the edge of the crowd, whispered softly.

A little child kept thanking Hugh Turk, and it seemed that the child had just been in front of the mad bull, which meant that Hugh Turk had saved the child's life.

A dwarf who seemed to be a blacksmith had a pleasant conversation with Xiuttark and even offered to maintain Xiuttark's axe for free.

There was also an old woman who said that seeing Xutark was like seeing her son who had been away from home for a long time, so she gave Xutark a lot of food, which were said to be the old woman's son's favorites.

With their warm farewell, Xiu Tuerke waved goodbye to them while holding a basket full of food in one hand, and then Xiu Tuerke saw Jian who seemed to be waiting for him in the alley.

"Zhan? Why are you here too?"

"I just happened to be passing by and saw that it was quite lively here, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

Jian crossed his arms over his chest and glanced down at Xiutark's arms. "That old woman gave you a lot of snacks."

"They are very nice people, but their enthusiasm is a bit overwhelming..."

Xiutark smiled bitterly and shook his head, then said to Jian: "Would you like to eat something?"

"I don't mind...but do you think it's okay?"

Jian raised his eyes and met Xuttark's gaze, tilted his head and said, "These should be gifts for you, right?"

"Compared to snacks, I actually prefer steaks and the like..."

Hugh Tark had a troubled expression. "But, after all, it's the old woman's gift. Wouldn't it be sad if I refused?"

"Really? Yeah, after all, it's someone's good intention, it's hard to refuse..."

Jian nodded in agreement, somewhat empathizing with Xutark, as she was also the type who was not good at rejecting other people's kindness.

Some people who are close to her always say to her, "You need to learn more about how to say no to others. If you are too honest, your life will be very tiring."

"In that case, I won't be polite."

His eyes casually glanced at the snacks in the basket, and Jian picked up one. He held the snack in both hands, opened his cherry mouth, and took a small bite. His cheeks became bulging like a hamster eating.

"Hmm... so sweet, it tastes really good. That old lady's cooking skills are very good. Does her son like this sweetness? Although it's not uncommon, it's still quite rare among boys. Generally speaking, girls really like sweeter things, right?"

Closing his eyes, Jian savored the delicious food carefully, then said to Xiutalk, "You can bring these to Feilun to try. She will definitely be very happy."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Jian and Xutark walked side by side in the alley, which was not too narrow.

The two seemed to have walked to the back of a pub, where they saw a man and a woman. The woman was wearing an apron, and the man was quite strong, carrying buckets of alcohol.

The woman saw Xuttark and Ash walking slowly, and then she spoke.

"Hey there, young man, look at the axe on your back. You must be a warrior, right? Can you come over and help me? I will pay you."

This kind of conversation made Jian feel like he was playing a role-playing game and encountered a quest NPC.

So, Hugh Turk was the real protagonist, right? He had just tamed the mad bull and gained a lot of favor from the locals, and then not long after that, he saw someone in need of help again.

The commission was to help them move the wine to their carriage on the street, and Hugh Turk gladly accepted.

However, if you want to move a wine barrel, the basket in your hand will be difficult to use.

"Could you please take it to the hotel and give it to Philen?"

Hugh Tark handed the basket of food to Ash.