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

Count Granat's territory.

The city was bustling.

In the Count's mansion.

On the wall, there was a banner with the Granat family crest. This was obviously the place where the Count met important guests.

"Flilian." Count Granat's low voice sounded.

"I said that the reward will meet your requirements as much as possible."

Count Granat stepped forward, making the sound of leather boots stepping on the wooden board.

He turned his head to look at Flilian and the other two. At this moment, they were half-kneeling on one knee on the ground, politely greeting the Count.

"And what you asked for was the relevant records of the protective barrier."

In front of Flilian, there was a reward table with green satin and complex patterns, on which there was a magic book.

"The magic book of the great magician Flame, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the Granat family."

"Is this kind of magic book really enough?" Count Granat said with concern.

Flilian was staring at the magic book in a trance.

[You still only want the magic book, Furlian~]

[I thought you were going to repair the statue. ]

"This book is..." Count Granat wanted to remind him.

"I know, it's a fake." Furlian saw it at a glance, this couldn't be Furmei's notes.

Count Granat paused.

"That's right."

"The magic of the protective barrier in this city is passed down orally."

"The two have nothing in common."

[Oh, it turned out to be passed down orally. I was worried that the demons would find a way to remove the magic barrier. ]

"I know this, sir."

Furlian kept saluting, and said in a humble tone, "Because this is my interest."

[Teacher Furmei's notes are already here with Furlian~]

[Collecting the master's fake books is also a way to keep remembering the master. ]

Seeing this.

"Is that so?" Count Granat did not insist and sat on the earl's throne.

He looked at Fulilian, "Forget the rigid wording."

"In your eyes, I am afraid I am no different from a baby."

[Strength is strength, and courtesy is politeness and respect. ]

[What an open-minded earl, I really love him. ]

Flilian explained: "This is because I learned a lesson when I set out to fight the Demon King."

Fellen heard and knew something, she looked at Fulilian and said:

"So, Mr. Haita said."

"In the capital, being rude to nobles is a capital crime."

Flilian told what happened back then:

"Xinmeier and Aize were disrespectful to the king and were almost executed."

"I really miss it..."

When Fulilian thought of the situation back then, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Xinmeier cried."

At that time.

Fulilian and Haita were both panicking. Xinmeier and Aize were tied up with ropes and surrounded by countless guards. There was also an executioner ready to execute them.

[Hahahaha, it almost ended before it even started. ]

[How cute these guys are. ]

"Ahahaha——" Hugh Tark laughed stiffly twice.

Fulilian and Fearon both looked at him sideways.

"It's not a capital crime..." Hugh Tark heard that the brave Xinmeier was almost executed because he didn't respect the nobles enough.

He panicked immediately.

Thinking back to when he went to the top floor room to rescue the Count, the Count said in person -

"You little brat, it's a serious crime to speak disrespectfully to me in this city."

At that time, he was holding a huge axe and said, "Excuse me, uncle, I'm going to smash this expensive-looking chair."

Thinking of what he had done before, Hugh Tark stuttered: "The Central Kingdoms are really barbaric, sir..."

The background music became cheerful and interesting at this time.

His tone was stiff, and he didn't even call him uncle. He looked helplessly and helplessly at Count Granat who was sitting in front of him.

The sweat on his face was scared.

'Hehehe...' Hugh Tark was still laughing awkwardly.

[Added honorifics hahaha. ]

[Hugh Bao: I'm a little sweaty. . . ]

[Hugh's reaction is so cute hahaha. ]

[I laughed to death hahaha. ]

'Bang! '

There was a loud sound of the door opening behind him.

He was so frightened that he even uttered a frightened sound, "Hmm~~".

He quickly turned his head and looked behind him.

A middle-aged man with a long axe in his hand glanced at Heuthal.

He was so frightened that his hair stood on end and he shouted in despair, "It's real!"

[The voice was shaking, I laughed to death. ]

[I laughed to death, hahahaha. ]

"The trees in the backyard have been cut down." The middle-aged man respectfully reported to the superior Count Granat.

"Thank you for your hard work.. " said Count Granat.

After the door of the mansion hall was closed.

"Well." Count Granat laughed, "I said that at the time to let the young man escape."

[Magic that makes the door close automatically.]

[Xiu's reaction is so cute hahaha.]

"In this city, there is no law that will go to jail for speaking disrespectfully." Count Granat said to the three people with a smile.

"Don't worry so much, just relax."

Flillian and Philen were relieved, and they bowed their heads politely. Flillian responded: "Then I'd rather obey you than be respectful."

[This city lord is really good.]

"That's great, Mr. Xiutark. "Phelan turned his head.

He and Fulilian looked at Hugh Tark.

The Count would not punish him for being disrespectful.

So Hugh Tark...

At this time, the two found out.

Hugh Tark had no reaction.

Phelan saw that Hugh Tark was frightened by the gardener holding an axe... "He fainted..."

[The warrior fainted, what should we do, he is so big.]

[It's so cute here... I fainted...]

[It's so cute here... I fainted...]

The background music became more cheerful.

Hugh Tark was in a coma, rising into the air, with his limbs hanging down.

Phelan used his staff to lift him up in the air and moved him out.

Fulilian and Phelan prepared to leave with the unconscious Hugh Tark in the air.

"I have informed the whole city about the elimination of Aura." Count Granat said to Fulilian, "Everyone wants to reward the heroes. "

"Just take a good rest."

The condolences were completed.

Flillian and her group left.

On the street.

Many residents looked at the warrior floating in the air with astonishment.

The three-year-old boy pointed at Hugh Tark in the air and even wanted to catch him.

The childish voice shouted: "He is floating."