I don't want to be a heroic spirit

Although he said so, a smile appeared on the corner of Jian's mouth, and the resentment emanating from his body had almost subsided.

Gazing at Ash's charming profile, Fearon continued, "Lord Haita truly trusts you. He says you're very reliable. During our adventures together, he often wondered if you were the magician in the team instead of Fulilian."

"Hmm? Is that what Haita said?"

Ash couldn't help but feel puzzled... because the Haita she knew was a person who valued his partners very much, and letting others replace teammates didn't sound like what he would say.

"When did this idea come to Haita?"

"When I saw Lady Fulilian being eaten by the treasure chest monster."

"……No wonder."

Even a novice adventurer would not make this mistake, but Frelian, an elf who has lived for thousands of years, keeps making it. Even after being taught a lesson, she still refuses to listen and always has a mysterious self-confidence.

Haita and Aize have complained more than once, "Why not just leave this embarrassing elf behind?"

"Really, chatting with you for a while reminded me of so many boring things..."

Jian picked up the teacup and took a sip. The tea was no longer steaming, but the warm tea moistened her soft red lips.

Feilun looked at the profile of Jian and said, "But, Master Jian is smiling."

"Huh? Am I laughing?"

Putting down the teacup, a smile flickered across his lips as he slowly said, "That's probably because... it was a very boring, yet unforgettable journey."

"Perhaps Fulilian feels the same way. Although that journey only took up less than one percent of her life, it changed her a lot."

"This is the journey you are about to embark on."

Ash looked directly into Fearon's eyes. "It was a very long and boring time... I hope that when you recall this journey in the future, you can smile as I did and make such a comment."

Philen listened to what Jian said quietly and remained silent for a long time. He must have taken Jian's words to heart.

"This book was also written by Master Jian, right?"

Feilan brought a book to Jian, and the moment Jian saw the book, a trace of nostalgia emerged in his eyes.

"Ah, I wrote it... I wrote this storybook based on the experiences of Xinmeier and the others. Later, Haita, Xinmeier, and Aize all borrowed a few copies from me."

This book tells the story of a pigeon who dreams of becoming a brave hero, who embarks on a journey with a curious white cat wizard, a strong bear warrior and a drunken deer monk, and eventually defeats the devil and saves the world.

The characters and plot are all based on the adventures of the brave Xin Meier and his companions.

The sales were not very good... After all, many people in this world had a hard time surviving under the ravages of monsters and demons, let alone spending money to buy this basically useless storybook. However, Xin Meir and the others liked it very much.

“Ash.”

Hearing the voice, Jian and Feilun looked back and saw Fulilian walking towards them.

"Is something wrong? Fleuryen."

"That book..."

Fulilian glanced at the book in Feilun's hand and said to Jian, "The book that tells the story of my adventures with Xinmeier and the others... Do you still have it?"

Ash tilted his head, and then Fulilian continued.

"I...want to get to know Xinmeier better."

Looking at each other with Fulilian, Ash smiled gently.

Afterwards, Fulilian returned to the room with many books around her.

When she opened one of the books, the words written on it told the story and awakened the memories that had been ignored by Fulilian.

These stories were all Fulilian's personal experiences, but... because to her, Xinmeier and the others would die in the blink of an eye, so at that time she didn't care much about the things she had experienced with them.

It was not until Xin Meier's funeral, when she saw the old man Xin Meier lying peacefully among the flowers, that she finally realized it.

"Ah... I know absolutely nothing about him."

'Why don't I get to know him better?'

Regret, sadness... made her shed tears.

So Fulilian set out on her journey again, following the path they had taken before and tracing their footsteps.

The hand that was turning the page suddenly stopped, and Fulilian's eyes seemed to be sucked into the pages and could not be moved away.

On that page, the white dove who wanted to become a hero said this to the white cat magician in the team.

"The little golden cat will write our adventures into a book so that more and more people in the future can read it."

"If one day you want to know more about us, but we are no longer with you... just open these books and read them."

"Don't worry about losing them. I'll have Little Golden Cat keep all the storybooks safe. You can just ask her for them when the time comes."

Fulilian looked to the side and saw many storybooks neatly arranged.

From the first to the last, every one of them is in good condition and they are all well preserved, complete and clean.

"So... did Xin Meier say something like that back then?"

However, at that time, Fulilian didn't think she would want to understand other people's thoughts, so she completely forgot about it.

It was not until she opened these books that she was able to recall the scene.

429

Chapter 429 An extremely boring reason.

Time flies by like a white horse.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed, and it was time for Fulilian and the others to continue their journey.

"You want to come with us?"

In front of the cabin, Fulilian and others, who were already dressed and ready to go, looked at Jian, who had also changed his clothes.

The silver breastplate gleamed in the sunlight, and the legs wrapped in black stockings under the white short skirt were slender and well-proportioned. The shawl was connected to a very long white cape. The pattern on the inside of the cape was like a mysterious and deep starry sky. The long sleeves almost reached the ground, and the hands were wearing pure black gloves.

"how?"

A smile flickered in Jian's eyes. "Don't you welcome me?"

"I didn't mean that."

Fulilian said expressionlessly, "But, as you can see, there are already enough magicians in this team. If you insist on joining, please take on the role of a warrior or monk."

Ash didn't react yet, but Philen and Xutalk, who were standing next to Fulilian, became confused.

"Isn't Ash a magician?"

Unable to conceal his thoughts, Hugh Tark asked directly, "Asking a magician to do the work of a warrior or monk...isn't that too much of a burden?"

"That's because you don't understand Ash."

Fulilian didn't seem surprised by Hugh Tark's doubts. "Although he's a magician, Ash can miraculously use the monk's healing magic and spells to remove curses and poisons. As for the warrior... Ash's fighting style is to cast various strengthening spells on weapons such as staffs and swords, as well as on himself, and then charge into hand-to-hand combat. He's no different from a warrior... in fact, he's much better than the average warrior."

"Because it's very convenient. All I have to do is cast magic on my staff or gun and then rush over to attack. It's simple, rough, clear, and very intimidating. It's especially useful when resolving disputes. After I beat up some of the troublemakers, the others basically dare not move."

Under the gazes of Xiutalk and Feilun, which were mixed with shock and a hint of fear, Jian scratched his slightly flushed cheeks shyly.

Looking at Jian's face, Fulilian was silent for a while before she spoke: "Is this okay? This will be a rather boring journey."

"Really?"

Ash smiled gently. "Then I'm curious... Just how boring can it be? You won't know unless you experience it yourself, right?"

Their eyes met, and then Fulilian also laughed.

"What a boring reason."

"Who says it isn't?"

……

28 years after the death of the brave Sinmeier.

The continuous mountains are covered with snow, as if they were wearing a layer of white dress.

The sky was a chaotic gray, with heavy clouds hanging low, as if they could come down at any time.

The blizzard was raging, bringing with it biting cold, ruthlessly depriving all warmth.

The field of vision is extremely limited and the panic is hard to suppress.

In the wind and snow, three pairs of dark green eyes flashed with captivating light.

Its snow-white fur sways like flames, its huge body gives off a strong sense of oppression, and its long and sharp teeth and claws are its weapons.

A blonde girl was confronting him, her black-gloved right hand tightly gripping a staff, a spear taller than her entire body floating beside her.

"Flillian, Philen, Hugh Tark and I will create an opportunity for you to defeat the enemy with one move!"

Jian, who was on high alert, turned his head slightly and almost popped his eyes out.

There was no trace of Fulilian in the howling snow and wind, only two strands of silver hair fluttering in the wind like seaweed growing out of the snow.

It took several minutes for the monster to turn into a cold corpse. Then, together with the other two, Ash dug Fulilian out of the snow.

Before Xutalk and Philen could react, Jian slapped Fulilian twice.

"Hey! Flillian! Wake up! Don't sleep! You won't wake up if you fall asleep here!"

"Master Jian! Stop fighting! Master Fulilian has woken up!"

After a flurry of activity, Fulilian finally woke up with two slap marks on her face.

Just now, she subconsciously touched her face with her finger, and the burning pain made her tears come out.

"Zhen, you really didn't hold back at all."

"Serves you right. You're scaring people. Who told you to lie on the ground silently and pretend to be a corpse? We're fighting a monster."

Ash said without mercy, "If you were eaten by that monster, wouldn't Aura, who you killed not long ago, burst into tears of frustration? And your name, feared by countless demons, would also cry, 'The Fall of Fulilian.'"

"You won't be eaten, right? You're here with me, aren't you?"

"Your trust is so heavy that I don't know whether to laugh or cry."

After exchanging a glance with Zhi, Fulilian touched her chin, lowered her head in thought for a moment, then looked at Zhi and said.

"If you don't know whether to laugh or cry... then just laugh. After all, there's no harm in laughing, right?"

"Don't think you can change the subject with such empty talk. Apologize to me immediately for wasting my worry."

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

All I could see was a vast expanse of white.

Youjian carried Fulilian on his back, while Feilen and Xutalk followed behind her, walking with difficulty in the wind and snow.

"How long will it take..."

Hugh Tark rubbed his arms with an unpleasant expression, "I feel like my hands and feet are no longer my own..."

"Lady Fulilian said it's not far ahead."

Philen said so.

And Fulilian was lying on Jian's back, sleeping soundly.

Once in a cold place, Fulilian becomes extremely sleepy... It makes people wonder if Fulilian has the habit of hibernation.

"Ah... I also want to be able to sleep on someone's back like Fulilian..."

Xuttark let out an envious wail, and then saw Philen staring at him with great contempt.

"satyr."

"Why?"

Before night fell, several people found a shelter.

Looking at the matchbox house in front of him, Jian couldn't help but sigh.

"This house is surprisingly still standing in such a strong snowstorm."

They came into the house and used magic to light a fire. The flickering flames dispelled the coldness and fatigue of the people with a crackling sound.

Jian was leaning against the wall, while Fulilian was still sleeping with her head resting on Jian's thigh. Jian put his hand on Fulilian's head and stroked it gently, like a mother soothing her child to sleep.

Seeing such a harmonious scene, Feilun couldn't help but sigh: "Lady Fulilian feels very safe when she is with Master Jian."