A spirit descends, Gardevoir is my childhood friend?

Xueqian led the three of them out of the elevator.

Outside the elevator was a secret room. The moment Xueqian turned on the light, all the items in the secret room were revealed.

There were two statues in front of them. One was unfamiliar, but its attire resembled that of an ancient human. The other was Lin Xiaolin.

Compared to the current Lin Xiaolin, the statue of Lin Xiaolin looks taller and is dressed in casual clothes with a carefree attitude.

"Little Scale, this..."

Yan Fan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; how could this statue look exactly like Lin Xiaolin?

"That's right, this is the statue of the hero. Our ancestors commissioned more than a dozen ice sculpting masters to carve it out of rock, hoping to preserve the hero's image forever."

Xueqian said with a smile.

"The other one is the ancestor who first led us in our rebellion against the Ice God, Snow Tiger!"

The crowd then looked at another statue.

The statue depicts a man who appears to be in his forties, with incredibly strong muscles and a height of at least two meters. It looks like he could send Lin Xiaolin flying with a single punch.

Without stopping, Xueqian led the three of them forward until they reached a parchment scroll.

The parchment scrolls were hanging on the wall, the writing on them was awkward and clumsy, but the translated meaning was below.

The words left behind by the hero:

"Six hundred years from now, the God of Ice will be resurrected, and you will face danger once again. Find a trainer carrying a Heartscale Pokémon and tell him that I am traveling with him. Don't worry, you will recognize him when you see him."

Furthermore, Lin Xiaolin could recognize the last line of the parchment scroll. Although it had been weathered by time, Lin Xiaolin could still tell that it was his own handwriting.

Lin Xiaolin was here.

Lin Xiaolin and Yan Fan exchanged a glance, and Yan Fan gave him a "good luck" look.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Back upstairs, everyone sat on the sofa and drank hot tea.

"Lord Xue, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I really don't have the strength right now, and I only have a superficial understanding of it."

Lin Xiaolin held the teacup and said with a bitter smile.

"Yes, I know. We only ask that one day in the future, the hero will save our Snow Clan and free us from the curse."

Lin Xiaolin nodded seriously.

"I will. As long as I have the strength, I will definitely come back to find out the truth."

"That's enough. When will you be leaving, Brave One? If you'd like to visit the Snow Clan, Sisi can be your guide."

"Uh, tomorrow or the day after."

Lin Xiaolin thought for a moment and said that there were still many cities to explore on her own, and there were only half a month left before the start of school, so she had to hurry.

"Okay, Sisi will go with you."

Xueqian said with a smile.

"what?"

Lin Xiaolin thought she had misheard and looked surprised.

"Sisi will accompany you on your journey; she will take care of your daily needs by your side."

"Huh? ×2"

"This time we heard it clearly," Lin Xiaolin and Yan Fan exclaimed at the same time.

"It's like this. Ever since the hero saved our Snow Clan, each generation of our Snow Clan leaders has trained their daughters to be maids. Originally, it should have been mine, but my days are numbered. Qianqian also underwent training from a young age. Letting Qianqian follow you is also a token of our Snow Clan's goodwill."

Xueqian gave a bitter smile.

"No, no, no!"

Lin Xiaolin shook his head wildly, like a rattle drum.

"Hero, this is the belief of our clan. Sisi can do everything from housework to warming the bed."

"No, no, no, I can't, I'm still a child."

"You don't need to refuse; this is our Snow Clan's belief..."

After a long struggle, Lin Xiaolin finally gave in and hurriedly said goodbye to Yan Fan before running outside.

"Holy crap, this is insane."

Lin Xiaolin said, panting as she ran out.

"Yes, there are some. In this day and age, there are still maids."

Yan Fan also spoke, exhaling.

Just as the two were about to rest for a while before leaving, a voice came.

"Does the hero look down on me?"

Lin Xiaolin turned his head and saw Xue Qianqian. Xue Qianqian was standing behind him, her blue pupils glistening with tears, as if she was about to cry.

"No, no, I just feel that I'm just an ordinary person too, and doing this is unreasonable. You also have things you want to do, right..."

"All I want to do is follow in the footsteps of the hero."

Lin Xiaolin: "......"

Seeing that she was about to cry, Lin Xiaolin could only say that she would stay with them for the time being and take them sightseeing in Snow City. Only then did Xue Qianqian reach out her arm to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I was riding on an ice dragon, strolling around the city.

Lin Xiaolin glanced at Yan Fan.

Lin: What should we do?

Yan Fan returned a glance.

Yan: How would I know?

Just as the two were exchanging glances, Xue Xixi spoke up.

“Brave Warrior, we have grown up listening to your stories since we were little. You are the hope that our Snow Clan has been waiting for for a hundred years. Not to mention me, any Snow Clan member would be willing to be your maid or servant.”

"And I wasn't forced into it. When we turned 12, we had to decide whether or not we wanted to become maids. If we didn't want to, there were a lot of people lining up behind us. Many people in the Snow Clan envied me."

Xue Qianqian turned to look at Lin Xiaolin.

"I want to be with you, even if I'm just a maid, I want to stay by your side."

Lin Xiaolin clearly saw a pleading look in Xue Qianqian's blue pupils.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Served at midnight.

By the way, everyone, Xiao Lin's university story is about to get on track. We're now collecting character suggestions. Please leave your name, personality, spirit, and gender, and I'll select some to be included in the novel, hehe.

(Xue Xixi)

Chapter 227 Emergency

Lin Xiaolin scratched his head helplessly, but looking into Xue Qianqian's eyes, he couldn't refuse.

But if he were to actually bring Xue Qianqian along, his parents would probably beat him to death when they got home.

"We'll see. Let's spend a day in Snow City first."

Lin Xiaolin forced a smile and said that she could only stall for a while and talk about it when she was about to leave.

The giant ice dragon carried the three of them as they strolled through the city, Lin Xiaolin stroking his chin in thought.

Once Xiao Bao evolves, will he have a mount too? It looks pretty good! Hehe.

Following Xue Qianqian's instructions, the ice dragon entered a place that resembled a park.

After retrieving the ice dragon, Xue Xixi led the two of them into the park.

"This is the center of Snow City, called Snow Park."

Needless to say, Lin Xiaolin fell silent. In the very center of the park stood a statue more than ten meters tall.

It was Lin Xiaolin riding a staff-tailed scaled dragon.

Lin Xiaolin rode on Xiaobao's back, her eyes fixed on the front.

The statue was so lifelike that it was as if they were watching the wind and snow making Lin Xiaolin's hair and robes flutter in the wind.

Below, many Snow Clan members passed by, clasping their hands together in prayer toward the statue.

Lin Xiaolin tugged at her scarf, feeling awkward watching someone pray to their own statue.

"This statue was also specially carved by our ancestors for the hero. It is the image of the hero after he returned after suppressing the God of Ice."

Xue Xixi looked at the statue with longing.

"I have a feeling that something's off."

Lin Xiaolin leaned close to Yan Fan and whispered something.