I don't want to be a heroic spirit

"It's okay now."

Ash took the basket from Shutark and said jokingly, "But don't blame me if I finish all the snacks before I give them to Philen."

In response, Hugh Turk just smiled calmly.

"If that's the case, there's nothing we can do."

After separating from Hugh Tark, Jian first went back to the hotel and gave most of the remaining snacks to Philen to deal with.

After that, Jian did not choose to stay in the hotel to rest, but continued to wander around the town.

Since he had nothing to do, Jian also accepted a commission to defeat a monster outside the city, but it didn't take up too much time.

In addition to the rewards for completing the commission, Jian also had some unexpected gains.

"The wolf fangs obtained from killing the Frostwolves... Although they are not high-grade materials, they should be able to fetch a good price."

The frost wolf's fang was obtained by Ash after he killed a monster called the frost wolf outside the city, but she didn't like it.

So she decided to find a place to sell it.

And then...should I say it was unexpected or reasonable?

"Why are you here too? Fulilian."

In a small shop selling magic-related items, Ash and Fulilian bumped into each other.

"Since you've come to a place like this, you're definitely here to buy something. You can't possibly be here to use the restroom, right?"

"...Yeah, it seems I asked a stupid question."

Fulilian was holding a paper bag in both hands, and she looked obviously satisfied with having bought something good.

but……

"What the hell did you buy?"

Jian stared at the paper bag in Fulilian's arms. "I can sense a very evil aura coming from that thing in your arms."

It would have been fine if it hadn't been mentioned. As soon as the topic was brought up, Fulilian smiled smugly, with an expression on her face as if to say, "I've been waiting for you to ask this question to satisfy my vanity," and then she took out the things in the paper bag.

"Let me tell you, Ash, even I didn't expect to be able to buy such rare monster materials in such a small place."

What Fulilian was holding in her hand was a huge dragon horn, and this dragon horn was still emitting a faint black gas.

"Isn't this the horn of a dark dragon?"

Jian's eyes widened slightly, and he rubbed his chin and muttered, "No wonder there's such an evil aura."

"Hehe! This time it's a great harvest, a great harvest."

Fulilian raised her chin proudly, as if Ash's surprised expression greatly satisfied Fulilian's vanity.

"It's a rare monster material, yes... but how do you plan to use it?"

Ash stared at Fulilian. "That's top-grade monster material. You probably don't know how to use it, do you?"

Ash's words choked Fulilian, because Fulilian really didn't know what to do with the dark dragon's horn in her hand.

People would use ordinary monster materials to make potions or study magic, but the dark dragon's horn is too advanced and people can't use it at all, so its collection value is more due to its rarity.

“…Can I keep it for my collection?”

"Are you sure? That thing is emitting a rather ominous and unfortunate black aura. Putting aside the matter of Hugh Tark, are you sure Philen would allow you to keep such a thing?"

"..."

Fulilian was so disappointed that she almost cried.

The horns of the dark dragon are indeed quite rare. In the past hundred years, Fulilian has only seen two, including the one in her hand. The other one was found in the Demon King's Castle. After defeating the Demon King, she temporarily gave the dragon horn to Xinmeier for safekeeping.

Fifty years after successfully defeating the Demon King, when Frillian found Sinmel again, Sinmel complained to her that the dark dragon's horn had been emitting a very strange and evil black aura in his cabinet.

I remember that Xinmei also asked Fulilian whether the black gas emitted by this thing was harmful and whether it would cause harm to the human body. However, Fulilian's answer was "I don't know either", which made Xinmei not know what to say for a while.

"If I weren't a hero who defeated the Demon King, the black air that kept coming out of that cabinet would make people think I was planning to use some evil magic to do something bad."

This is what Xin Mei'er once said to Jian.

At that time, because he wanted to study some magic, Jian went to Xinmei's house, and Haita and Aize were also there at that time.

"Isn't this prejudice? Who says a hero who defeats a demon king can't study evil magic and do bad things?"

At that time, Ash smiled and said to Xin Meier: "After defeating the Demon King, the respected hero sat on the Demon King's throne and became the new Demon King... Isn't this a very interesting reversal?"

"Are you thinking of a new story?"

Xin Meier smiled gently, expressing his anticipation for Ash's new story. "When you finish writing it, let me enjoy it. After defeating the Demon King, I've had some free time, and I just need to find something to do."

"You'd better forget it."

At this moment, Haita suddenly interrupted and joked to Xinmeier: "What if after reading that story, you suddenly have a brain defect and want to become a demon king like the hero in the story? Hahaha!"

"How dare you, Haita, make fun of me! If I really become the Demon King, the first thing I will do is destroy all the alcohol in the world and ban everyone in the world from drinking!"

"Wow! What an evil demon king! Look, I, the brave Haita, will defeat you right now!"

Then, there was a burst of laughter.

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Chapter 469: Night of Return to Soul.

"So? Are you here to buy something too?"

Putting the dark dragon's horn into the paper bag, Fulilian said to Ash, "Besides the dark dragon's horn, there are many other interesting things here... But I've already spent too much money on this dragon horn. I've already spent all my private money. If I spend more on travel expenses, I'm sure Philen will be angry..."

"Isn't this nonsense? Let me tell you in advance, if you make Philen unhappy again, don't expect me to persuade you."

Ash's ruthless cold words soured Fulilian's good mood after buying super rare monster materials, and she showed the same expression as the TV man on Bilibili.

"And... you guessed wrong. I'm not here to buy things, I'm here to sell things."

As he spoke, Ash took out the wolf fang he obtained from defeating the Frostwolf and showed it to Fulilian.

"Is this... the fang of a Frostwolf?"

The knowledgeable Fulilian recognized what was in Jian's hand at a glance, and then stared at Jian's face with a very surprised look.

"Why would you sell such a good material? Although it's far inferior to the horns of a dark dragon, the fangs of a frost wolf are also quite good monster materials! They are very suitable for making potions or researching ice magic... So why do you have to sell it?"

"I don't like it, okay?"

"Then give it to me! This material will definitely be more valuable in my hands than in anyone else's. It's better to give it to me than to sell it to someone else!"

"Why? Why should I give you the monster materials I obtained through my own ability for free? If you want it, go kill a Frostwolf and see if it will drop some materials for you."

"you……!"

Fulilian: I'm so angry. I have to find a chance to eat up all their rice... No? I think we're from the same family?

Ash didn't plan to give the Frostwolf's fang directly to Frellen. If Frellen chose to use money to buy the fang from Ash... it would be really unrealistic.

Not to mention that almost all of Frelian's money was used to buy the dark dragon's horns. Even if she had money... the frost wolf's fangs were not so precious that Frelian would spend money to buy them.

"Since you want to sell it, then go talk to the shop owner inside."

As if she had lost all interest in the material in Ash's hands, Fulilian said this in a flat tone.

Out of curiosity, Jian asked, "What kind of person is the owner of this store?"

Apart from the horns of the dark dragon that had been bought by Fulilian, the lights in this store were still on, and Jian discovered several strange things on the shelves.

Anyway, it's suspicious no matter from which angle you look at it.

"Even if you ask that... I only met the boss once and talked to him for a few minutes. How would I know what kind of person he is?"

Fulilian frowned slightly, "Besides, the boss is wrapped in a cloak. I don't even know what he looks like."

"Wrapped in a cloak?"

Suddenly I feel more suspicious...

"Oh, and... the owner of this shop has a weird laugh. He likes to laugh like 'hehehe'... Overall... he's just an ordinary prop shop owner."

Ash: "..."

What a common ghost! Isn't this extremely suspicious?!

Still laughing "hehehe". We have come to another world, and you, an elder of the Soul Palace, are still lingering around, right?

Jian couldn't help but hold his forehead and sigh.

……

Night falls.

Philen wanted to find Jian for something, so he pushed open Jian's door.

In an instant, she seemed to have entered a dreamland.

The scattered moonlight, the blooming crystal flowers, the lake reflecting the starry sky, and the magical mist flowing towards the starry sky.

That was the scene they had seen at Gris's place before, and even seeing it again now would still fill their hearts with great emotion.

"Hmm? It's Philen."

The dreamlike scene gradually disappeared, and Philen instinctively felt a little lost.

Instead, there was a room that was familiar to Philen. Ash was standing beside the bed, holding something in his hand.

Feilun's eyes were fixed on the object in Jian's hand. He asked, "Is that... a magical tool that can record images?"

"Yes."

Jian nodded and carefully put away his magic tool. "Next we're heading to the Soul Resting Place. If we do meet Xin Meier and the others, I want him to see this scene... He never had the chance to see it in life, so at least after his death, I hope to make up for his regret."

After hearing what Jian said, Feilun began to think... thinking about what she could bring to Lord Haita if she could meet him in the Soul Resting Place.

The first thing that comes to mind is wine. After all, Haita really likes drinking... But can Haita, who only has his soul left, really drink wine?

Philen's mouth drooped... because she really couldn't think of what to bring to Haita in the Soul Resting Place.

"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Ah! Yes, I almost forgot..."

Philen showed an expression of sudden realization, and then his cheeks quickly turned red. Then he said in a low voice: "It seems very lively outside... Like a festival."

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, Jian turned around and opened the curtains... He had drawn the curtains before because he was checking the magic tool that could record shadows.

After opening the curtains, Jian discovered that not only was it bustling outside, but there were also many lights on.

It seems like it’s really a festival.

Let them catch up by chance.

If I think about it carefully, the people I saw on the street today were all very busy. For example, the couple who asked Hugh Turk to help move the wine seemed to be a man and a woman. Are they celebrating a festival?

When I walked out of the room, I saw Fulilian and Shuttalk who were already ready to go.

"It looks like you two are ready to go out for the holidays."

Jian narrowed his eyes and spoke.

Fulilian smiled and nodded, "Yes, I heard about it on the street."

Xutark smiled and scratched his head. "They told me when I was helping the tavern owner today. They also told me when I was playing with Angel and the others later."

Angel is the name of a little boy that Hugh Turk met today. Hugh Turk played games with Angel and some of his good friends for a while, so they became familiar with each other.

So, apart from Fren who has been staying in the hotel...

"Am I the only one who has been out there for so long and hasn't gotten any news?"

Jian became dejected.

What the hell…am I not the protagonist? Why did Fulilian and Shuttark both encounter special NPCs and get information about the next event, but I get no information at all?

Philen didn't understand what was in Jian's mind at the moment. He was curious about what kind of festival was being held outside, so he asked Fulilian directly.

"Hmm... I think it's a festival related to people who have passed away. I don't really understand it."

"Did Lady Fulilian not know about the festival here before?"