Frilian: The Adventure of the Hero

Chapter 152 really is a [Dragon Egg]

The short summer is over.

The leaves of the roadside trees are starting to turn yellow, and the berries are gradually ripening.

Occasionally, birds would fly down to the branches, vying to peck at the food, chirping and chattering.

The group walked along the main road.

Looking at the golden leaves in Xia En's backpack, they chirped and chattered like the birds.

"With so much gold, even if you eat dessert with every meal and drink beer all day long, you could live a carefree life for the rest of your days," Zain exclaimed.

"Then you need to make it clear whether it's our whole life or Frilian's whole life—" Shutark retorted.

A sparkle appeared in Philon's eyes.

"Mr. Shane, what are your plans for this gold?"

The little girl looked at Xia En with the same adoration she had for her father, who was carrying a big carp home. Xia En couldn't help but smile.

He tossed the backpack to Philon.

"You should handle it."

"Oh, by the way, when we reach the next town, remember to remind me to buy a batch of common equipment. Now that we're not short of money, I'm going to start mass-producing entries."

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Everyone looked on with anticipation after hearing this.

"So you're finally going to start utilizing the advantages of the [Sage] class?" Shutark immediately leaned closer, casually removing the battle axe from his back and showing it off. "Does that mean I have a chance to obtain a Warrior buff?"

"It depends on your performance."

"I did a great job!"

The boy looked a little aggrieved. "When I was in Rivendell, I found myself becoming a knight commander, but I immediately ran to find you guys to join me. As a result, I was inexplicably locked up in a prison."

"And another thing, I waited for so long and none of you came to rescue me, so I had to dig a tunnel to escape myself. You have no idea how hard those marble walls were—"

As everyone listened to Shutark's incessant chatter, they all chuckled to themselves.

Shane noticed that Frillie, who was walking behind, seemed a little distracted.

He glanced at the three people chatting happily, slowed down a few steps, and came to Frilian's side.

The elven girl held the [Golden Tree Seed] in her hand, gently kneading it, her expression somewhat forlorn.

"What are you thinking about?"

Frillie glanced at him. "Thinking about those memories you saw."

"If what you say is true, and the resurrected boy might be [Mad Sage Charles]," Frilian paused after speaking, "a human who has lived for over two thousand years and even served as a [Court Sage] without attracting anyone's attention—his methods of concealing his identity must be extremely skillful."

"really."

"Following this line of thought, besides the identity of [Cial], could the boy have had other identities in other periods?"

Xia En's heart skipped a beat.

Frillie's words make a lot of sense.

If we follow this logic, the investigation into Ciel's identity would need to be expanded.

Over the course of more than two thousand years, there might have been [Spring Er], [Autumn Er], and [Winter Er] —

Xia En sighed.

This is even harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

"Let's wait for news from [Lairne] after their investigation is complete. Based on the information we have now, we can only start with [Charles]'s identity."

"Um.

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Frillie nodded.

The two walked side by side, watching the three people ahead making jokes and gossip.

The autumn sun was warm and gentle, but not glaring.

The light shone on the three people, as if adding a layer of soft light to them.

For some unknown reason, Philon and Shutark were arguing fiercely, neither willing to concede. Zain, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, adopted a peacemaker's stance, agreeing with one side and the other with a few words, trying not to offend anyone.

result.

In the end, by agreeing with them, he himself became the common target of the two little ones.

They quickly raised their hands and surrendered after only two rounds.

Shane and Frilian followed silently behind, watching the three of them bicker and make noise with a smile.

After a while, Xia En started the conversation.

"Does your long-lived friend still remember you?"

"Of course, Grandpa Foll has an excellent memory."

"That's a dwarf who's over four hundred years old—I find it hard to believe—"

Upon hearing this, the three people in front also joined the conversation.

Philon asked curiously, "How long do dwarves typically live?"

Zain thought for a moment, "About three hundred years."

"Ah—over four hundred years old is quite an advanced age."

"At his age, can he still lift a weapon?"

"Shutark, don't underestimate Grandpa For, he's an excellent warrior."

As she spoke, Frilian showed an expression that resembled reminiscence, "Not long ago, I teamed up with him to fight against the demons. Back then, he was a very reliable vanguard."

"How long ago was it before you mentioned? —" Xia En asked, puzzled.

"About three hundred years ago."

"That really hasn't been long—"

Shane knew that Frillie's sense of time would never disappoint him.

"Before he's dead, I need to catch up with him properly."

"Couldn't you have put it more tactfully?

As they were talking, a village appeared faintly at the end of the path ahead.

In the center of the village stands a large willow tree, its leaves already turning yellow. Several houses are scattered around it, quiet and harmonious.

At the village entrance, on the stone steps.

A dwarf warrior dressed in armor and wearing a red cloak sat quietly, with a one-handed sword beside him.

The dwarf warrior had a long white beard that hung down to his knees.

From a distance, it's hard to tell whether it's awake or asleep.

Frillie was very happy.

He took the initiative to walk up and greet him, "Grandpa For, it's been a long time."

Upon hearing the voice, Foll slowly raised his head, his eyes half-closed, and looked at the person in front of him.

Frillie smiled and introduced, "I brought my friends along to play."

Before Foll could answer, he said smugly to the crowd behind him, "How about it? This kind of battle-hardened veteran's aura is pretty cool, isn't it?"

Foll looked at Frillie, then at the group of people following her, thought for a moment, and said, "Who are you?"

Frillie paused. "Are you faking dementia?"

Shutark couldn't help but complain.

"He's not pretending—he's clearly senile!"

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The boy hadn't finished speaking.

A crisp, clean cracking sound landed on Shutark's ankle.

Caught off guard, Shutark fell to the ground.

Forl bluntly lectured him, "Carelessness is a warrior's greatest taboo. Now, do you still think I'm old?"

The boy lay on the ground, covered in dust and dirt.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Frillie was somewhat smug.

"How about that? I told you not to underestimate Grandpa For."

Zain and Philon stood nearby, dumbfounded.

Pretending to be stupid.

A sneak attack.

This fighting style is too insidious; it doesn't resemble that of a warrior at all.

Xia En suppressed a laugh.

This reminded him of his first encounter with [Aze], where he was attacked with zero frames and forced to engage on the spot. Back then, [Aze] had also lectured him in the same grand and self-righteous way.

What I'm saying is, do dwarf warriors all like to test the reaction speed of their juniors?

Just then, Forl turned to look at him.

Xia En was taken aback.

Alarm bells rang in my head.

The old man's eyes, which had been half-closed, slowly opened slightly when he looked at him. His gaze was wary, guarded, and filled with a sense of oppression.

"Young friend, do you possess anything belonging to our dwarven race?"

Xia En became bewildered.

He couldn't help but lower his head and touch his body.

Nothing.

He had nothing of the dwarf race on him.

Just then.

For, who was sitting on the rock, suddenly sprang up and shot towards Shane like a cannonball.

Shane was still looking down and fumbling in his pockets, completely unaware of the attack coming from For.

By the time he realized what was happening...

Before me was a magnified, aged face.

"!!!"

A crisp, clear clanging sound rang out.

Shane took a solid hit from Foll's headbutt.

He stumbled a couple of steps, his vision blurred with stars.

"My intuition was right; you are wearing a helmet belonging to our dwarves."

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Xia En was at a loss for words. When did he start wearing a helmet? His presbyopia was so bad, it was ridiculous.

pity.

Before he could even utter a word in rebuttal, he fainted.

Everything happened too fast.

By the time the others reacted, Shane had already fallen to the ground, just like Shutark.

Philon was shocked.

"Mr. Shane!"

Even Frillian frowned. "Grandpa For, aren't you being a bit too heavy-handed?"

Foll spoke calmly.

"Don't worry, with the dwarven helmet protecting you, it's just a headbutt, nothing will happen."

Frilian glanced at Shane.

"He wasn't wearing a helmet."

"Yeah----"

Foll slowly raised his hand and touched his helmet, looking puzzled.

"But this voice, it's definitely real."

"You're really getting senile—"

Several people settled down in the village.

Xia En didn't wake up until the afternoon.

This kept him unconscious for several hours.

Frilian stayed by his side, chatting with For, who was sitting nearby.

The two chatted about how Frilian had passed through this place before, and how they had temporarily teamed up to fight monsters, reminiscing about the thrilling experience.

Of course, it was Frilian who did most of the talking.

Foll listened quietly.

As soon as Shane opened his eyes, Forl looked over immediately.

Although his eyesight was failing due to old age, his warrior instincts allowed him to immediately notice the change in Shane's breathing rhythm.

"You're awake."

"Sorry, I thought you were wearing a helmet. I was being reckless. If you're angry, I can let you hit me back with a headbutt, and you don't have to wear a helmet."

Xia En was speechless for a moment, then rubbed his head and sat up.

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I was initially a little angry.

But hearing such a sincere apology, I couldn't say anything more.

While it's not entirely accurate to say he was wearing a helmet, the elderly person's feeling was probably right.

After all, he does have the entry for the word "Iron Head".

Moreover, this entry was taken from a dwarf helmet.

"never mind."

Xia En waved his hand.

Upon seeing this, Follie rarely smiled.

"Frilian said you're a kind person and wouldn't hold a grudge against an old man like me, and she's right. But even so, I still feel a little bad."

"I'll hunt a lion boar tomorrow as an extra meal for you, as an apology."

Upon hearing the name "Lion Pig," Shane's eyes lit up.

They had hunted one with Kraft in the Swirl Mountains before, and it tasted delicious. He was starting to miss that taste after all this time.

He nodded immediately.

"Frilian told me a lot about you, saying that you explored the ruins of Ironforge together and witnessed the destruction of the dwarven city."

"I never expected that the legendary ruins actually exist."

Foll sighed.

He wore a somewhat weathered expression, staring at the sword in his hand, lost in thought.

From his wrinkled face, Shane saw the longing of a man nearing the end of his life for his hometown.

He sighed.

Reaching out, he pulled a photo album from his backpack beside the bed.

That was a photo album he had made in advance using the [Photo Capture Magic] on his way here, which recorded what he and Frilian had seen and heard in the dwarf underground ruins.

Foll took the photo album.

Turn it over.

A sudden brilliance shone in his aged eyes.

His calloused and wrinkled hands brushed over the magnificent buildings, over the majesty of the dwarf king, and felt the dwarfs' once glorious civilization.

In the end, his self-light pierced the human girl in full armor, standing beside the dwarf king.

A moment later, a faint tear welled up in his eyes.

"This person—"

His voice trembled slightly.

"This person looks a lot like my wife."

Shane and Frilian both glanced at the photo.

Frillian said, "There has always been intermarriage between humans, dwarves, and elves. This girl escaped during the great war and may have settled here and had children."

Xia En was also somewhat moved.

"Your wife might be a descendant of the Dwarf King."

Foll touched the photograph, gazing at the girl's face. After a long silence, he finally said, "Whether it's her or not, it's wonderful to see such a similar face again—"

"So many years have passed, and I've almost forgotten what she looked like and what she sounded like. Before long, I might even forget how we spent our time together—I'm really getting senile."

Shane and Frilian exchanged a glance.

I don't know how to comfort Foll.

This dwarf warrior, because of his love and commitment to his wife, guarded the village alone for hundreds of years. Even though his beloved had passed away and the world had changed, he never wavered.

Xia En thought of Minus.

Faced with the same loss of a loved one, the two made drastically different choices.

A sense of sadness filled the room, causing all three of them to fall silent.

Unlike the slightly somber atmosphere in the room.

outside the window.

In the farmland next to the village.

Philon, Shutark, and Zain have perfectly integrated into village life.

Several people helped the surrounding residents harvest the fruits and vegetables from the fields. It has to be said, magic was really useful at this time.

The surrounding villagers were very grateful and gave them a lot of fresh vegetables. An old woman even took Philen's hand and gave her a jar of homemade jam.

Philon took a bite and was immediately amazed by the taste; his eyes lit up.

By the time they finished their work and returned to the house, the sun was already setting.

Everyone was happy to see that Xia En had woken up.

Xia En was also very happy.

Because he really didn't know how to comfort the old man.

Someone came to break the heavy atmosphere, and I really breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you feeling alright?" Shutark asked.

Xia Enchong clenched his fist. "It feels great, but—I'm a little hungry."

Zain stood by Shane's bedside, took out the Holy Scripture and examined it carefully for him, then nodded to everyone.

Seeing this, Philon breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and carried the vegetables into the kitchen.

Dinner will be here shortly.

"I'll just make a simple vegetable soup tonight. We're out of eggs in the village; we might need to go to a nearby village tomorrow to get some."

Hearing Philen's words.

Without thinking, Shane casually pulled out the green egg that Frillian had stolen from Zain from his backpack.

"Then let's use this one for now."

Unexpectedly, Frillie, who was chatting with For, suddenly turned her gaze and immediately snatched the egg from Shane's hand.

"Making soup with dragon eggs? You've got some serious imagination."

Xia En was speechless. "I already said these are moa eggs."

Frilian clung to the dragon egg, refusing to let go. "Impossible, this is a dragon egg."

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Foll's eyes lit up.

"This...it really looks like a dragon egg!"

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