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

[Fufu! Believe that you can do it! ]

[It doesn't matter. Things you can't imagine may be handed over to Philen. Philen has great talent. ]

[Oh, right, who is Philen? She is the apprentice of Fulilian, who has lived for thousands of years and destroyed the demon king and the brave man! ]

[It's okay, Fufu, you can trust Philen. ]

Flilian looked into the distance.

Across the house, you can see the city in the forest that radiates golden light.

Originally the fortress city, Weisze.

Now it has become the legendary place full of gold.

The gold is still spreading, and it is probably only a matter of time before it engulfs the surrounding towns.

"If you want to destroy Mahat, perhaps the safest choice is to continue to lock it in the barrier."

"Whether it is hundreds of years or thousands of years."

Flilian concluded.

She looked forward, "Before this area is swallowed by the Golden Country, Mahat's life will be exhausted first."

"I guess Celia thinks so too."

Flilian seemed to be able to imagine what Celia was thinking when she made this choice.

Hearing what Flilian said.

"Lord Flilian." Philen looked a little hesitant, and said, "This is too..."

If this place continues to expand, the villagers nearby will be displaced.

And their hometown is extremely important to them.

Even Duncan can hardly escape this homesickness, which will become an eternal pain in their hearts.

And the Continental Magic Association will actually let the Golden Country continue to expand.

But this approach...

It's unacceptable no matter how you say it.

"Indeed..." Duncan heard Philen's words, he did not agree, but looked at Flilian.

Flilian's plan and the arrangement made by the great magician Celia.

Duncan also agreed.

Duncan looked at Fulilian and said to Frenshoutark: "I thought so at first."

"The enchantment is constantly expanding with the Golden Country."

When he said this, Frenshoutark and Shoutark looked puzzled.

Duncan lowered his head and said: "I am much more ruthless than you think."

Duncan turned his head and looked into the distance through the window, his tone very doubtful:

"Since my wife died that year, I have never returned here."

His tone was a little low, "I am not a person who will be strict and visit my wife's grave every year."

[But your biggest wish is to return here to visit the grave. ]

[And took action for this. ]

[Although it is already late. ]

With Duncan's memories.

In the picture, that was when Duncan was still young.

He wore a monocle and bent over a magic scroll.

Every year, thinking of his wife, returning to his hometown to visit his wife's grave, he often felt that he was not honorable enough.

"I'll go back after a while."

"I'll go back after a while."

Year after year.

Finally, Duncan stood at the front of the King's Palace and became the most prestigious court magician.

"As I thought about it, I didn't realize that my duties and position no longer allowed me to leave."

Duncan looked very depressed and heavy, "Perhaps for me, recalling the happy time I spent with my wife has become a kind of fear."

[If you have always been thinking about something, but you haven't achieved it every time, it will probably become a very painful memory. ]

[I felt Duncan's sadness. ]

"A few years ago." The picture of Duncan and Reernen talking appeared on the screen.

"When I heard from an old friend that my hometown had been swallowed by the golden fragrance."

"I decided to come back here. I am such a ruthless person."

[If you were ruthless, you wouldn't come back here. ]

Duncan looked into the distance, in a certain direction in the Golden Country.

"I took over as the barrier manager here not because I want to defeat Mahat or save my hometown."

"It's to make myself give up those memories completely."

"As long as I see my hometown that has changed beyond recognition due to the passage of time, I will definitely give up completely."

Duncan also tried to make himself lose his attachment to his hometown.

Become the previous Golden Country barrier manager.

"I will believe that every bit of time I spent with my wife is no longer in this place."

Duncan's voice was full of expectations for this idea.

"I will think that every bit of it was left by us in the past half a century ago."

"I plan toAfter witnessing all this, he quietly spent the rest of his life in this place. "

"But——" Duncan changed the subject.

He recalled the places where he and his wife spent every moment in the past in the Golden Country.

The house where he lived with his wife, the bench where he lay with his wife, the garden where he planted and cultivated with his wife, and the square where he went shopping with his wife.

When Duncan really returned to his hometown and saw all this.

He found...

"Nothing has changed."

"Nothing has changed."

Duncan closed his eyes and said, "It was only a few years ago that the Golden Country swallowed this place."

"But the place where my wife and I left memories half a century ago has not changed at all."

Especially, the church in the Golden Country.

The one who held his wife's hand, put a ring on her finger, and read the vows with her.

The extremely touched and happy expression on his wife's face, the place where they held an unforgettable wedding together...

"What am I doing? "Duncan's tone began to become suspicious.

[Ah, no, Old Duncan, I'm going to cry if you say that.]

[Woo, what's going on, a brick got into my eye.]

[So touching.]

[How can this be ruthless...]

"No matter how long it has been, no matter how rough my life has been, for me, there was no lie in that happy time."

Flillian saw that Duncan's expression was lost in memories and pain.

That was a beautiful memory that could never be forgotten.

She suddenly thought of the past.

"Xin Meier, you are such a weirdo, you are actually interested in the magic of creating a flower field."

Flillian sat in a flower field full of bright flowers, and looked at the two big men chasing in front of her with Xin Meier.

In the picture.

Haita had a cloth covering his eyes, and he smiled and chased Aize in front of him.

".......Flillian. "Xin Meier turned his head, and suddenly he seemed to catch a nostalgic expression from Fulilian's expression that he had never seen before.

"I didn't expect that you would show such an expression."

"My master has passed away for a long time. This is her favorite magic when she was alive."

"This magic reminds me of my master."

"So I will use it as little as possible."

In the blurred picture, Fulilian was still small at the time, wearing a thin white nightgown.

Celi's young and beautiful face was guiding her beside her.

At that time, Fulilian sat in the flower field with her knees hugged, lowered her eyes, and said to Xin Meier: "But it's really incredible."

"Now I feel very relieved when I see this magic."

"......Flilian." Xin Meier said to Fulilian in a gentle and serious voice.

"I don't know what kind of life you have lived so far."

"But if you say that because of that experience, you don't even understand such a simple truth. "

"I'm afraid that must be a life full of difficulties and obstacles that I can't imagine."

Flillian turned her head and asked Xin Meier: "What simple truth?"

Xin Meier looked forward, and the petals in the flower field were flying in the air.

"For you, the days of living with the master must have been extremely happy times."

Flillian turned her head and looked at Xin Meier in a daze.

"You just remembered your happy memories."

"So, Fulillian."

Xin Meier's eyes were full of smiles, and his expression became extremely gentle: "Please recall your happy times as much as you can."

[Ah, Xin Meier said to me affectionately that I can't resist words, I will fall!]

[So gentle.]

When Fulillian thought of this, her eyes suddenly became extremely complicated.