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

Fulilian looked at Philen.

"Her magic control is very advanced."

"She is so young, I wonder how long she has been studying hard."

[So, weak presence is the reason why Philen survived the war...]

[Little Philen is a genius among magicians! ]

[She can make the bishop of the Holy Metropolis and the magician Fulilian admire her. This little Philen is quite powerful. Fulilian will definitely accept her as a disciple! ]

"Mr. Haita said that as long as I break through that rock, I can stand on my own."

Philen looked at the opposite side of the cliff, where a huge rock stood.

Fulilian estimated that the distance from here to the opposite cliff was nearly 100 meters.

"Haita is quite knowledgeable."

Fulilian nodded.

A magic circle was summoned in front of Philen.

A huge magic power shot straight towards the rocks on the opposite bank.

However, it dissipated in the air before reaching the shore.

"The magic will dissipate like this and can't reach there."

Little Philen stared at the magic that was gradually dissipating in the air in the distance, with a serious face.

Fulilian saw the clue at a glance.

"How should I practice?" Philen asked, staring at the magic that was dissipating in the air.

"Let me ask you a question first." Fulilian said.

Seeing Fulilian asking herself, Philen turned her head.

"Do you like magic?"

Philen heard this and turned to look at the rock opposite, "I like it quite a bit."

Flilian smiled.

"Like me."

Flilian seemed to recognize little Philen.

The two changed places.

Fulilian and Philen were near a mountain stream pool, and Fulilian was holding a fishing rod in her hand.

"Philen, long-distance magic is composed of the three elements that a magician needs to have."

Philen tilted her head, with a serious face.

Listening to Fulilian's explanation of magic was also strange to her.

"Do you understand the strength of magic power and magic power, as well as the ability to control magic power?" Fulilian asked.

Little Philen sat on the stone beside the pond and answered with a serious face: "I understand."

"The magic just now dissipated in the middle, which means that your magic power and the power to launch magic are not sufficient."

Flilian concluded: "This is not something that can be solved overnight."

"It has nothing to do with talent. It takes many years of hard work to achieve a breakthrough."

Hearing Fulilian's words, Little Philen lowered his head and thought.

The fishing rod in Fulilian's hand moved, and she stood up and pulled up the fishing rod.

"However, it seems that your ability to control magic is very superb, and most people will get stuck in this aspect."

Flilian's tone was struggling. While answering, she was struggling with the fish on the fishing rod in the water.

"But Philen doesn't have to worry about this. Just be patient and work hard."

Philen said obediently and seriously: "Okay."

[Wow, this big and small are so cute. Fulilian is really teaching seriously. ]

[Fish! Don't let the fish run away. Magicians can't be empty-handed! ]

[It feels like Fulilian is about to be dragged down by the fish, hahaha. ]

The scene switches to the dining table.

A plate of bread, fried fish salad, and a bowl of fish ball soup.

And the three people eating at the dining table.

It looks very warm and harmonious.

[Okay, the fish is caught. ]

Night.

Fulilian lights a lamp to interpret the magic book.

Winter.

The mountain is covered with thick snow. Fulilian and little Philen stand in front of two snowmen.

Instruct Philen to practice controlling magic.

Summer.

The three people are stepping on water in the stream.

The leaves on the mountain turn yellow. Fulilian watches Philen practice magic.

The scene was accompanied by warm music and kept switching.

Philen's figure also became longer.

In the library below Haita, the books on the bookshelf were tilted here and there, and the desk and the floor were covered with books.

Fulilian flipped through the library, and there were books everywhere.

Haita took Philen and covered Fulilian who was sleeping on the desk with a blanket.

Philen continued to practice magic.

In the quiet pond, a magic bird landed on the head, and the magic wave rippled on the water.

The bird was not scared away.

Fulilian interpreted magic in the library below as usual.

"Is Philen's magic practice going well?" Haita came down and asked Fulilian.

"She used four years to surpass the level that ordinary people can only reach in ten years."

Fulilian talked about Philen's progress to Haita, who was holding an oil lamp and leaning on a cane behind him.

"That child is too obsessed with magic, which is not a good thing."

Haita said: "Recently, she has been staying in the forest and not coming out, which shows how much she likes magic."

[The music is so nice and warm. ]

[Ferren's hair has also grown longer, it turns outFour years have passed, and Haita is on crutches now, wuwu. ]

[Being addicted to magic is not a good thing, will he become a black magician? ]

[Haita took the initiative to care about Philen's situation. Does he know that he doesn't have much time left? Wuwu... I'm about to cry. ]

[Philen can now follow Fulilian to travel and gain experience...]

"But even so, it's still too early to be independent." Fulilian said, "It must be after I finish interpreting the magic book."

"Is that so." Haita's voice seemed a little tired.

"Haita, let me tell you, this magic book is probably..." Fulilian's words were not finished yet.

'Bang--' The sound of the oil lamp falling to the ground came from behind.

Fulilian turned her head and saw Haita lying on the ground.

"Haita...?"

[Ahhh, no, wuwuwu, Haita...]

[Haita can't hold on any longer. ]

【Haita should be more than a hundred years old now, he is already very alive, woo woo. 】

It is rainy and windy outside.

The rain keeps hitting the window.

Indoors.

It is a little dark in the room due to the rain.

Flillian quietly looks at Haita lying on the bed.

"Don't show that expression, Fulillian." Haita said.

"It is a miracle that my old bones can move until now."

Flillian stood up and said, "I will finish deciphering the magic book as soon as possible."

Haita closed his eyes and said, "Sorry for the trouble."

On the edge of the cliff.

The rain fell on Philen with thunder.

Philen kept practicing magic towards the other side of the cliff.

Fulilian found Philen, came to her side and said:

"Philen, stop practicing first."

"Haita is sick, you go to accompany him."

Philen did not look back, staring at the rock on the other side of the cliff and said: "I haven't broken through that rock yet."

Flilian said: "You will definitely be able to do it in the future, now..."

"Not in the future." Philen interrupted.

Fulilian was a little surprised and didn't understand why she had to be so anxious.

"In the future... Mr. Haita will die." Philen said.

Fulilian's eyes widened.

It seemed that she was poked by the word "death".

"Mr. Haita saved my life."

The scene changed.

The music also became sad.

The young Philen stood on a high point, opposite her hometown full of gunpowder.

Looking at the photo box pendant in her hand, which contained a photo of her family.

Young Philen's eyes were filled with sorrow. Holding the photo in her hand, she took two steps toward the cliff. The rubble fell off the cliff, and her small body was also shaky.

She seemed to want to jump down.

"I think it's a pity for you to die now."

A voice came from behind Philen, interrupting her impulse to jump down.

"What a pity?" She saw an old man sitting on a dry branch on the cliff behind her.

Haita held a bottle of wine in his hand, and his eyes seemed depressed.

"That was a long time ago."

Haita looked at the little girl in front of him, and seemed to be lost in memories.

"I lost an old friend. He was different from me. He was honest and frank. He would never sit idly by when he met someone in trouble."

"If he was the one who survived instead of me, he would have been able to save many people."

Haita smiled self-deprecatingly, "I am different from him, so I wanted to live the rest of my life honestly."

"But at some point, I suddenly realized that if I died like this, the courage, friendship, faith... and precious memories I learned from him."

"All will disappear from this world."

Firen seemed to understand.

[Hiss, the brave man may die, but the brave man's ambition will be passed on! ]