I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Hahaha...

Haita laughed carefreely, and his voice clearly showed his age.

With wrinkled cheeks and gray hair, Haita added two sticks of firewood to the fireplace.

"It's not easy to die carefree..."

Flillian took out a bottle of wine and said, "I bought some wine and was going to put it in front of your grave."

"Would you like a drink?"

Haita refused directly.

"I've quit drinking."

Flillian blinked, a little surprised that Haita had quit drinking.

Sit down at the dining table.

"You're just starting to act cute now, and the goddess won't forgive you." Fulillian looked at Haita who was sitting across from the dining table.

'Hahaha...'

Haita laughed softly. Although he was old, he still looked carefree.

[Haita's laugh was not as relaxed as before. 】

At this time, the purple-haired little girl stood on tiptoe and reached out to put two cups of coffee in front of Fulilian and Haita respectively.

"Who is this child?"

Haita introduced Fulilian, "Her name is Feilun."

Feilun's short body stood on a stool, leaning over the kitchen chopping board to cut something.

"She lost her parents in the war in the southern countries."

Hearing Haita's introduction.

Fulilian was a little surprised, propped up her hands on the table, and said to him in surprise:

"It's really not something you would do."

[The little girl is so cute, so young, she can make coffee. ]

[At such a young age, she has done such a good job of taking care of people. Obviously, she is repaying Haita and has been in Haita's home for a while. ]

[I don't know why I am crying, but I just want to cry when I see it (இ﹏இ`). 】

Flillian knew Haita and said, "You are not the kind of person who helps others, right?"

"It's not Xinmeier."

After hearing this, Haita looked nostalgic and pondered for a moment.

"Flillian, why did you come to me?"

His understanding of Fulillian.

For a long-lived elf, Fulillian did not have the habit of visiting friends.

Fulillian said, "I was shopping in the holy city and came to see you by the way."

"Because I want to interact with as many people I met on the journey as possible."

She looked at Haita and added:

"Besides, I still owe you a lot of favors."

"So I'll pay you back some favors before you die."

Haita pondered.

So that's it.

"Then I want to ask you a favor."

Flillian tilted her head.

"Can you take in an apprentice?" Haita looked at the small Philen in the kitchen, who was using a knife to peel mushrooms.

"Feiren has the talent of a magician. Can you take her with you on the trip?"

Flilian thought about it and refused.

"Sorry, Haita, I can't help you with this matter. She will become a burden."

In the kitchen.

Hearing this, little Feiren lowered his head.

"Haita, you know how high the mortality rate of magician apprentices in actual combat is, right?"

Flilian was not unkind, "I can't let the child my friend asked me to take care of fall into danger."

Hearing this.

Haita smiled, "Is that so."

"Then I'll ask you to do something else."

Picked up the coffee in front of him, Haita pondered and had other ideas.

Afterwards.

Leading Fulilian to the basement full of books, Haita took a magic book from the bookshelf: "This is unearthed from the tomb of the sage Avici."

Flilian took the magic book, flipped through it carefully, and looked at the contents.

Haita turned his back to Fulilian and said, "It is said that this magic book contains the lost magic of resurrection and immortality."

"I don't think that kind of magic really exists." Fulilian said.

Haita said, "I would like you to interpret this book and verify whether the magic in this magic book exists."

"Can I?"

Fulilian flipped through a few pages, "Are these all codes written in patterns?"

She couldn't help but complain, "People in this era really like this kind of thing."

Flilian looked up and estimated Haita's request.

If it were her, how long would it take to interpret it? Fulilian said, "Okay."

"Just five or six years will do."

[Haita looks very old now. Can he wait for five or six years? ]

[Five or six years is a bit long for Haita now. ]

[Wow, Fulilian couldn't have seen Haita go with her own eyes? 】

【This period of time shows that the hero has died 20 years ago, which means that Xinmeier has been dead for 20 years, and Haita has lived for that long. 】

Haita smiled and said, "Is that so."

Flillian asked, "Why do you want me to understandWhat do you want to do by reading these magic spells? Aren't you not afraid of death?"

Hearing Fulilian asking for the reason, Haita said: "There are two reasons."

"One reason is that when I said I was not afraid of death last time, I was just pretending."

"The other reason is that compared with before, I have become more afraid of death. Even if I can't be immortal, even a little..."

"A little more time is good."

Flilian thought Haita's words were reasonable.

"Besides, the Holy Scripture requires us to live a healthy life." Haita smiled and said slowly: "Longevity is the ultimate of healthy life, Fulilian."

"A monk who loves wine and meat." Hearing Fulilian complain.

Haita walked up the stairs and smiled.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something.

Haita turned around: "In addition, can you teach Philen to use magic in addition to interpreting the magic book? ”

[Hmm?]

[This is your point!]

[I have said so much before, fear of death, resurrection magic and immortal magic, could it be that they are all reasons for Philen?]

“After all, I am a monk, and I really don’t understand magic.”

Hearing Haita’s request.

Flillian agreed.

“If that’s all, it’s okay.”

In addition to interpreting magic, teaching the little human girl to use magic is also a handy thing for Fulillian.

[Oh, it turns out that the two people’s systems are different. Haita believes in prayer and spellcasting, and magic is another system.]

[Haita is a priest, and believes in holy arts. No wonder he can live so long.]

[I feel like a certain elf seems to have been tricked.]

On the edge of the cliff.

Firen’s small figure, holding a wooden magic staff that is obviously twice her size, faces the other side of the cliff.

Flillian came out of the forest.

“Found it. "

Looking at Philen's back, Fulilian pushed away the leaves on her sleeves.

"I've been looking for you for a long time. Are you always practicing in the forest?"

Little Philen's childish voice was filled with a hint of joy, "It turns out that Ms. Fulilian also spent a lot of effort to find me..."

She thought, "Mr. Haita often said that my presence is weak."

Philen turned around and looked at Fulilian and exclaimed, "This is a great thing."

Flilian blinked.

"Yes."

Looking at Philen's figure, Fulilian used magic detection.

Her expression was a little surprised.

"Sure enough...it's hard to find her with magic detection."