Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 89 A Visit After a Century
Fifty-nine years before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the brave warriors' journey.

On the third day of Agusid's journey to find Seria—

The master of the Sword of the Warrior, and the most beloved person of the Goddess.

His name is Kraft, an elven monk.

Following the promise made to Agushid—

A century later, it has come to the body of the Heavenly Vein Dragon once again.

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"I never expected to see such a great body here in Agusid..."

I encountered the Southern Warrior, who was doing his morning training and was shirtless, at the edge of the Heavenly Vein Dragon.

Kraft looked at the man's well-built physique and exclaimed in a very familiar manner.

The humans that will appear on the Celestial Dragon—

Moreover, he gives the impression of being both a magician and a warrior—

That means the person in front of you is most likely a disciple of Agushid.

If that's the case, then he must have already learned from Agushid that he would be visiting today.

Based on the above speculation, and considering that the Southern Hero didn't seem too surprised to see him.

Kraft patted the Southern Hero on the shoulder without any hesitation.

After sensing the power contained within this human body, he continued to praise it:

"In over a thousand years, I have never seen a human as strong as you—"

"I never imagined that Agushid could produce a disciple like you..."

"Among humans today, you must be a renowned hero, right?"

Although he had already learned from his master that the elven monk would be visiting.

I had already inquired about the strength of the owner of the [Sword of the Warrior] beforehand.

But the moment those large hands patted his shoulder—

The warrior's instincts still made the Southern Hero feel ashamed of the strength of the person before him.

He gazed at the elven monk before him, who wore a goddess pendant around his neck and a monk's robe.

The Hero of the South did not deny the praise he received.

But they were also surprised by the elven monk's slowness and isolation from the world.

After all, the reputation of the Southern Hero is second only to the Demon King in the world today.

He did not attempt to explain his identity to Kraft.

Because he felt that it probably wouldn't be very effective.

So the Southern Hero only glanced carefully at the seemingly within-reach clouds beside him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Having confirmed that the Celestial Dragon had never descended in altitude, he turned his attention back to the suddenly appearing elven monk.

I didn't sense any trace of the use of [Flight Magic].

They weren't carrying any ancient magical tools either—

Then the problem is coming.

With the Celestial Dragon currently flying at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

How did this elven monk manage to suddenly appear on the Celestial Dragon?
With a curious tone, the Southern Hero asked Kraft in front of him.

"Although it's very impolite to say that..."

"But may I ask how you got up here?"

Well……

This was exactly the question I expected...

It seems that a thousand years ago, Agushid's human wife asked me the same question.

Lower the arm that was resting on the shoulder of the Southern Hero.

With a smile, Kraft repeated the answer he had given to Vlamé.

"I jumped up here."

He jumped up...

Jump up...

Jump on...

Jump……

The Brave of the South: "?"

"Um... I didn't quite catch that—" The Southern Hero, who always considered himself a mature and steady middle-aged man, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.

Doubting whether his most powerful human hearing had suddenly malfunctioned, he asked again uncertainly:
Could you please explain again how you got up here?

Ok……

Even her reaction is exactly the same as that little girl's back then—

Indeed, jumping to a height of 10,000 meters is quite incredible for humans.

Kraft, unsurprisingly, repeated the same words he had used with Vlame:

"I jumped up here."

To make it easier for the Southern Hero to understand, he added the following:

"After I roughly determined the location of the Heavenly Vein Dragon on the ground, I found a high mountain and jumped up directly."

Celestial Dragon...

Jump up...

How come these two words appear in one sentence?

This is a complete monster!

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure..."

The Warrior of the South's left eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Looking at the elven monk who was used to his appearance, he couldn't help but sigh:

"But this is the first time I've ever heard of someone jumping 10,000 meters in the air."

Kraft, who didn't think the Southern Hero had done anything wrong, shook his head.

"No need to apologize. If I had to say something, it would be that my sudden visit was too presumptuous."

As he spoke, he slowly turned his head to the side.

Looking at the few more paths that have appeared in the forest compared to a hundred years ago—

Kraft gently begged the brave man of the south.

"Speaking of which, if you don't mind, could you show me the way?"

"I haven't been here for a hundred years, and I can hardly tell which path leads to the castle anymore."

Knowing why the monk had come, the Southern Hero naturally did not refuse.

He led Kraft onto the road closest to the castle.

After passing through the dense forest of trees, you will arrive at the entrance of the flower garden courtyard.

—Unexpected.

Normally, people would be lazing in bed at this time.

He was standing there wearing only a thin shirt.

"You're still as punctual as ever, Kraft."

Looking at the holy book that the elven monk never parted with—

Agushid slowly stepped forward, calmly facing his old friend.

"After all, we made an agreement seven hundred years ago."

Kraft wore that everlasting smile.

“I promised you then that every hundred years I would come here to pray for the goddess’s blessing for your wife who is far away in ‘heaven’.”

Goddess's blessing...

Agusid didn't actually know whether this thing was useful or not.

But in general—

At least he felt that Kraft's prayers should be beneficial and harmless to Vlamé, who was in "heaven".

That's why he made that promise with the person this goddess adored most.

"Thank you for your help this time, as always."

"As a qualified monk, it is my duty to pray for my friend's wife."

"Compared to a hundred years ago, your faith in that 'goddess' seems to have become even more devout."

"After all, if I didn't do it this way, I would become very troubled."

The two continued their conversation, oblivious to the Southern Hero beside them.
The strongest human who witnessed this scene showed no dissatisfaction and said nothing more.

He simply and consciously stepped aside.

I silently watched their next move from the perspective of an observer.

(End of this chapter)