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

Night had just fallen over the city.

The city was filled with a warm atmosphere.

In the territory of the Earl of Granat, all residents learned that the demon invasion that had troubled them for decades had been resolved by Fulilian and her group.

The residents of the city were very enthusiastic in entertaining Fulilian and her group.

"It's not that great." Hugh Tark narrowed his eyes and politely declined.

In front of the restaurant, Hugh Tark was surrounded by men, and the residents couldn't help but praise the only man in the team.

Across the street.

Fulilian and Philen, the two of them were holding burgers that were bigger than their faces.

Philen liked to eat this burger very much.

[Super big, bigger burger than my face, wow, I want to eat it too. ]

[It can be seen that Philen really likes the taste of this burger. ]

In the mansion.

Count Granat once again went to his son's room and stood in front of the exhibition stand.

Facing the sword above, which his son had worn before going to war, he was in a daze.

[The son's body has been found ten kilometers outside the city. Once again in his son's room, the old father must be in a complicated mood. ]

[What should I do? I feel like crying. ]

At this time, the music melody turned up, long and full of hope.

The screen switched.

Ferren was on the city wall, helping the workers and bricklayers repair the damaged wall.

A green light lit up in the priest's hand, and Hugh Tark continued to treat his injuries here.

At this time, in the background music, a female voice began to sing softly. The low female voice was clear and powerful, and she sang slowly.

On the screen, the subtitles of the lyrics appeared-

"That voice called softly."

"Protect my name."

"To avoid loneliness, I closed my eyes...so I wrapped you gently."

[The voice is so special, giving people the feeling of a traveler close to nature. ]

[This song feels like a bard singing. ]

[Lyrical and long little song. ]

Hum along with the female voice of the song.

In the mansion.

Count Granat led the seamstress and the housekeeper to prepare winter clothes for Hugh Tark, Fearon and the other two.

Furlian was interested in the books on the wall bookcase.

Furlian and the other two rested for a while in the city.

After repairing the city wall, Furlian, Fearon and Hugh Tark stood on the city wall and looked at the scenery below.

[I feel that this scene seems to have been seen in the royal city. ]

[This time, the person next to Furlian was replaced by the heir of the brave team. ]

[I don’t know what Furlian’s mood is at this time. ]

In the night, the city is brightly lit everywhere.

The singing is like a clear spring, bringing comfort to people, and the voice gradually rises.

"Those hands are so soft, so as not to forget them, hold them."

The picture turns black, and a night passes.

At this time, the rhythm suddenly changes, gradually becomes long, and the high-pitched shout is shocking.

"Cross the long night, flowers bloom——"

"I can return to you——"

It's dawn.

A broken sword is inserted into the soil.

There are countless sword blades stuck upside down next to it.

"Ride the wind and waves, dispel the darkness."

"The dream is spotless."

The ruby ​​family emblem belonging to Granat, the pendant hangs on the sword and sways.

[I want to cry when listening to this song. ]

[It's so amazing and so good. ]

[Goosebumps. ]

[The lyrics have a good meaning, cross the long night, flowers bloom, and I can return to you. ]

The guards are wearing armor and their right hands are placed on their chests.

Count Granat bowed his head in salute.

Behind him stood the family members, and Fulilian and the other two stood aside.

Philen prayed with his eyes closed. Standing beside him were Hugh Tark and Fulilian. All the families from the Earl's city were wearing black robes and bowing their heads.

Behind them were the city residents who followed.

Everyone placed their right hands on their chests. Pray for the warriors who died in the battle in front of them.

For the families and residents in their city, according to the family emblems and traces, they found their former families here.

For the warriors who fought and defended the city, a weapon tomb was built.

Because of Fulilian, the warriors' bodies were found, and the dead souls reunited with their families.

Everyone was praying for this line of warriors and for the families who protected their hometown.

Close your eyes and pray that they can enjoy bliss in heaven.

[Farewell to the dead souls of the warriors. ]

[So shocking. ]

[Every weapon is crooked. 】

【It should be that each sword was stabbed by their own blood relatives, and their strength varied, so it looked crooked. 】

【Salute to the warriors who have fought one after another! 】

【My heart was also lifted up. 】

“Continue the Path of Continuous Blue..."

The breeze blew across the grass, and the newly grown grass also swayed with the wind, creating waves.

The song came to an end.

The scene switched to the city.

"Everything has been bought." Hugh Tark held a cloth bag in his arms.

The three of them met after finding Fulilian and Philen.

"Then, let's go."

The weather seemed to be getting colder, so the three of them changed their clothes and put on the thick clothes they had ordered at the Earl's Mansion.

[Fullian and Philen are wearing scarves.]

[The clothes look thick, it's winter.]

[Hugh Tark is still wearing red clothes.]

[The styles of the three people's clothes are much more solemn than before, like aristocratic windbreakers.]

[Am I the only one who thinks Fulilian's thick white clothes look like a white radish?]

"Are you going to leave, Fulilian?"

The Earl's deep voice came from the other end of the street.

"Count Granat." "Flillian turned her head and looked at the Earl, who was followed by a butler.

"I'll take you to the door."

[The Earl is really nice.]

[Flillian and the others were originally planning to leave the city in a low-key manner. The Earl specifically asked someone to keep an eye on Flillian's movements. They were leaving, and the Earl had to come and see them off in person.]

The camera panned over the city.

You can see the mountains in the distance, many of which are white and covered with snow.

"Flillian."

"I heard that your destination is Ende, the northernmost part of the continent, where the Demon King's Castle is located."

Count Granat learned of Flillian's destination and walked in front to see them off. At the same time, he reminded Flillian who was walking behind him:

"But the situation in the northern plateau is quite bad now."

"People's exchanges are restricted."

"It is said that even adventurers must be accompanied by a first-level magician. "

Hearing this.

Firen said: "Then, with Ms. Fulilian here, there will be no problem."

Flilian is so powerful that she must be a first-level magician.

"What is that? The first-level magician you are talking about." Fulilian had never heard of it.

Firen was surprised and said: "Ms. Fulilian, don't you know?"

"It is the qualification of a magician certified by the Continental Magic Association."

Hearing Feiren's explanation, Fulilian said: "Qualification?"

"I also got it in the Holy City when I set out." Feiren said, while taking out a stamped qualification certificate and showing it to Fulilian.

"Look."

"Level 3 magician certificate. "

Phelan took the certificate and pointed at Fulilian.

The group stopped.

At this time, the Count also realized that Fulilian did not have the certification of a magician.

Seeing this, Fulilian remembered, "Come to think of it, you did go to get this..."

"So the certificate looks like this now."

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