You call this magic?

Next to her was a simple suitcase and a wand that was taller than her.

This box looks small, but it can actually hold a lot of things. It is as magical as Doraemon's treasure bag. In Ethan's opinion, this is her most precious magic prop.

The same bag she gave to Ethan had been transformed into a backpack by him. After all, it was more convenient to move around in this way. Unfortunately, Fulilian was not interested in this kind of transformation.

However, this time when she left, she did not take all the inventory with her. Instead, she placed a considerable portion of magic items that were only for collection in the magic item warehouse in the wooden house, and only used sealing magic to prevent the aura from leaking out.

This performance made Ethan, who had been a little worried, feel relieved.

This means that Fulilian really regards this wooden house as a home.

To the elves' sense of time, this was almost a miracle.

"Hey, you're back." Fulilian jumped up from the old man's chair, opened the box, and stuffed the old man's chair in.

“…”Are you planning on carrying this thing around with you?

Ethan hesitated to speak. He made this old man's chair for her when he was training as a warrior. Fulilian loved it very much. If it weren't for the rocking shape and being unsuitable for reading, she would probably read while lying down.

What a decadent and relaxed life! I envy it to death.

"Okay, let's set off and head for the southern countries." Fulilian's gaze was already looking towards the distant horizon, which was the direction of the southern countries.

She cast a barrier magic on the wooden house that could only be removed immediately by her own hands. After making sure that it was safe, the two of them followed the road and moved forward.

Ethan was very excited. After all, this was a real opportunity to travel around the world and see more interesting things. Why not?

However, Fulilian had different ideas. Her main purpose this time was to deliver the letter to Haita.

"By the way, Master, do you know Minus?" Ethan suddenly asked.

Minus, one of the three great magicians, is the culprit behind the chaos in the southern countries...at least that's what the rumors say.

"You, don't think that just because we're all elves we know each other. You and Haita are both humans, so why don't you know him?" Fulilian glanced at Ethan. "Grand Mage, I only know Celie."

Well, too.

However, since they were all magicians of the highest level, Ethan just took it for granted.

"If we have to fight Minus at that time..." Ethan was interrupted by Fulilian just before he finished speaking.

"Then let's run as far as we can." Fulilian said helplessly, "I don't want to face a Grand Mage anyway. Our mission is just to find Haita and bring him back from the southern kingdoms. We don't want to cause any unnecessary trouble."

That's what I said.

This was not the first time Ethan had seen Fulilian show weakness. At their level, tough talk was useless.

"There are more magicians who can defeat me than you think." This is what Fulilian said.

Volume 1: The Burial of Fulilian (I): Chapter 21: You're Still Far From It

Because the purpose of this trip was to deliver a letter, although for someone of Haita's strength, there was no need to rush for 800 miles, but the leisurely travel style like Fulilian in the past was definitely not possible.

So this time they still used a horse-drawn carriage to travel.

It's not that Ethan doesn't want to use high-speed movement magic. That thing is fast, but its endurance is not good. If you encounter the remnants of the demon clan or something like that, it will be difficult to guarantee absolute safety if one of them cannot maintain the best condition.

As long as the carriage changes horses and drivers at the post station, it can move forward quickly and non-stop for 24 hours. At the same time, it also allows the two people to get enough rest and maintain the best condition anytime and anywhere.

It took about a month for the two to reach the border of the southern countries.

From here on, horse-drawn carriages cannot be used because the trade routes along the border have been semi-blocked. Those who want to pass must have sufficient self-protection capabilities. This basically makes it convenient for adventurers or mercenaries to go to the southern countries for support.

The name of the "rebellious witch" Minus has spread throughout the border cities, and the stories told by the victims who fled from the southern countries are almost the same, so it can basically be determined to be true.

Minus, one of the three great magicians, went mad and destroyed a small country almost overnight. She led her army to start a large-scale war in the southern countries.

Ethan had looked at the map of the continent. The border between the central and southern countries was the narrowest part of the continent. If Minus occupied the entire south, it was hard to guarantee whether he would launch a northern expedition. At that time, Celia, who was also a great magician... based on Celia's character as described by Frillian, she should take action.

But for Celie, this should be a battle that allows her to stand on the moral and human high ground and follow her own inner thoughts.

"I'm in trouble." In the hotel, Frillian's expression was quite ugly. She was pondering over the map, and her expression didn't look very happy at all.

"Indeed." Ethan was also a little distressed. After all, according to the intelligence, Minus did not start from the lowest country, but from a small country on the southeast coast. In fact, it was not particularly far from the border line. As for fighting downwards, it was naturally necessary to defeat them as soon as possible before the countries below formed a coalition army. A direct northern expedition would inevitably result in being attacked from both sides.

In other words, she is not crazy in the true sense, but she started the war in a planned way, which is more troublesome than being a mere madman.

The last time anyone saw Haita was in enemy-occupied territory, and it had been more than a month since then.

Just as Ethan was about to come up with a clever infiltration plan based on the map and terrain, Fulilian decisively put away the map.

Oh oh oh, you are worthy of being the master. You have made a decision so quickly.

"Ethan, let's retreat. Instead, we can just go to the Adventurer's Association and post a missing person quest."

clam?

"No, Master, isn't Haita your relative or friend?" Ethan grabbed Fulilian's shoulders and shook her back and forth wildly.

"Yeah, so I know that guy won't die over such a small thing." Fulilian was shaken and put on a classic evasive cat mouth. "Based on past experience, he can dodge the enemy's fatal blow even when he is drunk."

"Although what you said makes sense, it's still not a good idea to just abandon your friends and run away..." Ethan looked at Fulilian with empty eyes, and the latter turned her head slightly and looked away.

"It's just because it might be a waste of effort. It's definitely not because I'm afraid of Minus..."

"..." At this moment, Ethan's eyes were filled with disdain for his master, "Then I won't talk to Mercury Pudding for now—"

"Okay, I'm just kidding." Fulilian's expression instantly returned to normal. "Livelyn up the atmosphere, kid."

“…” You’d better really liven up the atmosphere.

Playing is playing, making noise is making noise, but Ethan also knows that if Fulilian really wants to run away, she would not back down only when she gets here. She might actually be trying to liven up the atmosphere.

When Ethan thought of this, he felt that he had made an invaluable contribution, as he had actually taught Fulilian how to joke.

Do you know how I've been spending this year? I've spent so much Mercury Pudding trying to discipline Fulilian!

"Anyway, we'll follow this line tomorrow." Fulilian unfolded the map again, drew a line on it, and showed a confident expression on her face. "I believe we'll find Haita soon."

Ethan looked down and saw that the first stop of this route led directly to the completely destroyed small country where Minus had started the rebellion.

No, what do you want to do by going to the enemy base first?

Ethan looked at Fulilian with confusion in his eyes.

"Boy, you don't understand this." Fulilian raised her head proudly, "Minus, that's an elf magician."

"Um, so what?"

"She definitely doesn't have many friends around her. Her so-called army is mostly her own creations, such as summoned creatures like golems."

After all, he is a pure vandal, and that is what the refugees all say.

"So, wherever she is, her army is there, and Minus, who is still moving south, must not have anything left there."

It seems to make sense.

"Those residents who weren't killed immediately would definitely return to the ruins and try to rebuild after they were sure Minus had left."

It's becoming more and more like that.

"As a monk, Haita is definitely on the front lines, whether it's praying for the souls of the dead or helping the victims of disasters."

Fuck, perfect logic.

"So we just need to follow Minus's route south, and maybe we'll run into the Sea Tower."

Ethan began to applaud, his wisdom was astonishing.

And it's not just nonsense. Minus is equivalent to a human-shaped natural disaster. She will hardly return to the places she has destroyed unless she needs supplies. Instead, she will continue to attack those intact countries. In just a month, she will definitely not go back directly to the small country that suffered the first wave of her attacks.

As Haita is not a main combatant and is already old, it is naturally impossible for him to go to the front line of the battlefield. The most likely thing he can do is to help the people affected by the disaster.

Looking at Fulilian's confident expression, Ethan could only express his admiration.

She might not have known Minous, but she must have known Hatta, and it was quite possible that this was the case.

"You, don't look at me like this. I've also been fighting against the demons for a thousand years. I even went to the Demon King's Castle with Xin Meier. What haven't I seen?"

Fulilian picked up her wand and tapped Ethan's head gently: "You're still far from it."

Ethan, whose age in both his past and present lives was not even a fraction of Fulilian's, could only listen to her.

Seeing Ethan's humble and submissive look, Fulilian smiled even more happily.

Volume 1: The Death of Fulilian (I): Chapter 22: Do you feel better?

Passing the border is not a problem. As long as they have the adventurer qualification certificate, both of them can easily pass the border.

"Come to think of it, surprisingly few people recognize Master."

When passing the level, even if some people noticed Fulilian's identity as an elf, they didn't seem to care much, which made Ethan very curious.

"That's normal. Although the elves are few in number, they are not completely non-existent. And the name thing is basically whatever you want to give it."

With Fulilian's identity, race and ability, she has long been beyond the level of national jurisdiction. She is a pure free person and can go anywhere in the world. The only disadvantage is that she cannot enjoy national welfare. But it is not a big problem for her. If she does not have enough travel expenses, she can just be an adventurer for a while, not to mention that she now has a magic warrior apprentice to support her. Her life is so wonderful.

Ethan's adventurer level has reached a very high level. Of course, the adventurer level here is not a proof of strength, but is equivalent to brushing reputation. The tasks that can be accepted by the highest level are naturally the ones that pay the most money, and the levels of the people that can be contacted are also gradually raised. Whether it is using this relationship to expand your network or as a stepping stone to a higher level, everything depends on your own consciousness and willingness. As for you not being strong enough and still wanting to take on dangerous tasks... the Adventurer's Guild will only make necessary explanations, and they don't care whether you live or die. Anyway, if the task is not handed in within the specified time, the task will be reissued until someone completes it.

Ethan, like the Goblin Slayer, increased his reputation by completing tasks. This was all due to a simple principle: accumulate resources and become king slowly.

If you don't have enough strength, don't pretend to be a big shot. In this world, monsters and demons with the ability to kill on first sight are like nobles crossing the river. Those who clamor to take on tasks from the highest difficulty they can when they debut will die quickly.

Ethan knew very well in his previous life that people who followed the path of greed were naturally like this. There were not many people in this world who understood this truth, otherwise the number of magicians above level five would not even reach five digits, and would even be far from it.

Young people are ignorant of the immensity of the world, but the elves know, and so do Ethan.

His strength gradually increased, and he became more humble. When he first met Fulilian, he thought she was very strong, but now, he only thought, "My master is so fucking strong."

His short-term goal is to at least get to the point where he knows where Fulilian's strengths lie.

As for the long-term goal, of course, the loudest you can shout is to surpass Flame, surpass Celiai, and by the way, surpass Sinmer.

As for Fulilian... the target is already set on Celie, so what else is there to say.

Looking back now, when I first came out of the mountain village, I still wanted the world to remember my name, but looking at Fulilian, I realized that this proposition was a false proposition.

People may remember your name, but when you pass by them, they may not know that you are the savior they talk about every day.

Let’s just live in the present.

Make yourself invincible, this ideal will never be a problem in any world.

……

After crossing the border, visible chaos was everywhere, with people fleeing everywhere, and some even died on the road due to serious injuries.

Frelian usually does her best to heal the seriously injured, even though her control of goddess magic is not as good as that of the monks.

"If it were Xinmeier and Haita, they would definitely ask us to do the same."

Without waiting for Ethan to ask, Fulilian said so.

But this was all she could do. If Ethan hadn't been responsible for hunting game, Fulilian would have starved. She really couldn't provide any more help to the refugees.

Fortunately, both of them were basically traveling light, and the magic tool suitcase also provided visual assistance, making the refugees think that they had done their best to help them, so along the way, they were grateful instead of being blamed.

This is human nature. Ethan and Fleury will not gamble because as long as one is human, he or she will want others to help him or her without expecting anything in return.

As he saw more and more dead bodies, Ethan lost his joking mood.

Having lived two lives, he had never actually seen a war scene of such a large scale and the real scene of cannibalism.

The destruction brought by Minus is only the first level of cause, and the cruel struggle for survival among the remaining people in order to survive is the second level of result, and the third level of cause is the gradual distortion of human nature.

Fulilian was already used to this, she had seen more cruel things than this, but Ethan had not. Although his strength had improved by working in isolation, his mentality was still that of an ordinary person, and he actually had nightmares at night.

In his dream, he turned back into an ordinary person living on the Blue Planet and witnessed with his own eyes the orphanage where he lived being swallowed by a huge meteorite summoned by an elf whose face was invisible.

He couldn't lift a weapon, had no magic, and couldn't even take others with him to escape. He watched helplessly as the meteorite approached.

In the end, everything turned into nothingness.

Ethan suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the starry night sky in front of him. His back was completely soaked, and he still couldn't get out of this nightmare until five seconds after he woke up.

Until a cold little hand gently placed on his forehead and wiped away the sweat.

He also noticed that he seemed to be lying on a pair of soft thighs.

"Master...it's very dirty..."

Since arriving in the war zone, the two have not had the opportunity to clean themselves. As soldiers running around every day, he can smell a strange odor on his body.

And Fulilian never disliked this smell.