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

Chapter 15

[Magic is so convenient. Magicians in the Western fantasy world can be adventurers. They actually use magic to help harvest vegetables. Is this their part-time job helping farmers? ]

[Before, Fulilian did these things by herself. Now that Philen is on the journey together, the journey of two people is more interesting~]

"Okay, that's enough, Philen."

The ox cart was full of pumpkins.

Fulilian and Philen arrived in front of a small house. A farmer wearing a hat took out a bundle of kraft paper from the house and handed it to Fulilian.

"Thank you for your help. This is the reward you agreed to give me."

Fulilian took it and continued to move forward with Philen.

Opening the map in her hand, Fulilian walked in front and looked at the road. Philen behind her complained:

"It's just some inconspicuous work."

Fulilian has long been accustomed to it and said, "Adventurers are like this."

[It's really an adventurer! Adventurers are a profession here, right? It is also a training, a practice, and a comprehension of the world...】

Phelan was surprised. The piece of paper given by the farmer couldn't be a map, so she asked Fulilian:

"What is the reward?"

"Folk magic." Fulilian introduced, "It is said that using this magic, warm tea can be produced. Let's try it later?"

Phelan lowered her head, seemed a little puzzled, and complained:

"Last time, it was a magic to remove rust from the bronze statue and make it sparkle."

"The last time, it was a magic to turn sweet grapes into sour grapes."

"You have collected some strange magic."

In the picture.

Every time Philanthropy mentioned the magic collected by Fulilian, her expression was hard to describe.

After all, this is something that normal people can't understand.

"It's my hobby after all."

After hearing Fulilian's explanation, Philen felt sincerely, "You really like magic."

But Fulilian said, "I just like it, just like you."

Philen disagreed, a little unhappy, and said in a low tone, "I think it's different."

Flilian said, "It's the same as you."

[Yeah? This magic is really useless, haha, although it's useless, but I want it too. ]

[Little Philen is unhappy, these strange magics collected by Fulilian are really strange to young humans! ]

The scene changed.

A village in the mountains, with pointed triangular roofs everywhere.

"Are you really willing to accept my request? I'm an herbalist, and I probably don't have any magic to teach you."

An old woman took Fulilian and Philen on the road.

Flilian said, "It doesn't matter, just tell me about the plants in this area."

The three of them walked into a forest.

"It's here."

In a green place, a bronze statue covered with green vegetation stands here.

"It's the statue of the brave Xinmeier." Philen saw the appearance of the statue in the forest.

The old woman sighed and said, "It's hard to bear, right?"

[The statues of the brave are all overgrown with grass. ]

[The brave are everywhere...]

[The statue of the brave stands here to tell the world an epic or for a certain elf? ]

[I don't often mention him, but I miss him often. ]

"I'm an old man, there's really nothing I can do."

The old woman has gray hair and two short whips tied to her. She looks at the statue of Xinmeier with longing in her eyes and helpless.

"The villagers don't care at all anymore."

The old woman fell into memories.

She thought of the village she was in back then.

The streets of the village, the roofs of the houses, and the alleys were full of fire.

She was still very young when a huge monster was wreaking havoc in the village.

Faced with such a terrifying and powerful monster, she was weak all over and fell to the ground in despair. She could only stare blankly at the monster destroying and killing everywhere.

She watched the monster approach her gradually.

She was so young that she was extremely scared.

The monster stretched out its huge claws, with raging flames, and fell on her the next second.

She closed her eyes in fear.

Waiting for her own death.

At this moment, with a "clang", she heard the sound of a sword being drawn behind her.

At that time, death was only one step away from her, and the claws of the monster were about to hit her.

But she did not die.

She was saved.

She will never forget the figure she saw at that time, wearing a white cloak and having blue hair.

Xin Meier saved her and extended a helping hand to her.

"When the village was attacked by the monster, Lord Xin Meier appeared and fought it desperately."

The old woman looked at the statue in front of her, "It's really unbearable to be treated like this."

[It turns out that the old woman is the little girl who was rescued that year. ]

[It seems that the generation that knew about the deeds of the brave man is already old, and Xin Meier has been dead for 26 years. ]

But Fulilian said: "No, he deserves it. If you want to blame someone, blame Xin Meier for being too eager to show off. The villagers said they wanted to build a statue for him, and he just refused."

The scene changed.

Back to the time when the villagers wanted to build a statue for Xin Meier.

At that time, Xin Meier was thinking about the posture of the statue on the table.

"What do you think? Is this posture too handsome, too handsome?"

When Xin Meier asked, Haita, who was sitting on a chair next to him, fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Fulilian and Aize looked painful.

"Okay, okay, decide quickly." Aize complained.

"I've been worrying about the pose for eighteen hours." Fulilian's eyes narrowed into lines, "It made the craftsman furious."

When the picture came out, it amused the audience.

[Hahaha, I laughed to death, so it was like this, Xin Meier is handsome and knows it, puchi, the craftsman got angry. ]

[The hero may just want to show himself in front of the person he loves as much as possible (crying)! ]

[The hero: Am I handsome, cool? ]

[Haha, Xin Meier forced control of four people, shocking! The hero led three men and one woman to study the pose for eighteen hours in the craftsman's house! ]

[Puchi hahaha! ]

[I don't want to cry for a second...]

[Xin Meier is the only narcissistic guy who is not annoying. ]

"In the end, I still chose a silly, safest pose."

Fulilian held the steps of the statue and looked up at Xin Meier's statue.

The old woman saw Fulilian's eyes looking at the statue, which seemed to penetrate time.

Fulilian's words were even more puzzling.

The old woman narrowed her eyes and said kindly: "What you said is really (inexplicably) strange."

But.

She felt that Fulilian was very familiar.

"So, there is indeed an elf magician among the brave group."

Fulilian turned her head to look at the old woman, with a smile on her lips, and stretched out her hand to summon the half-moon staff.