Chapter 236

"You still like to place your books closest to where you rest."

"Don't you feel comfortable reading in bed, Fulian?"

Fulilian stood at the door of the room, while Ai walked directly to a bookshelf, picked out a few books from it without looking at it, and stacked them in a small tower.

"Here, the magic book you want is carefully selected by me. It should perfectly suit your preferences."

Ash handed more than 20 books to Fulian, "Here are the magic of 'drinking water without clogging your teeth', 'the magic of drinking tea without getting burned', 'making the skirt appear visible and invisible. Magic of invisible heights', 'Magic that makes tofu taste meaty', 'Magic that can automatically identify foods that can be eaten and foods that cannot be eaten', and so on."

There were obvious emotional fluctuations in the expression on Fulilian's face, and her smile was full of expectation and joy.

"They are all legendary level magic. As expected of Qie, he is very discerning."

"Ah, but there is a problem. The magic that determines whether food is edible seems to be based on 'whether it will cause pain to the human body.' Therefore, peppers and the like are also regarded as inedible foods."

"I see, because the essence of spiciness is actually pain?"

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Chapter 427 The story will continue to be told.

At night, there are stars.

It was probably almost autumn, and the night wind brought a hint of coolness. A group of people were sitting around a bonfire, with an empty iron pot on the fire.

And under a tree not far from the group of people, where the firelight could hardly reach, a blond girl was sitting.

The slender legs wrapped in black stockings were slightly bent, and a book was placed on her knees. The blond girl was writing something in the book, occasionally frowning slightly.

"What's wrong? Qie, are you worried about something?"

The call made Ai come back to his senses slightly. He raised his head and saw a head of very gentle aqua blue hair.

"It's Simmel...it's nothing. To say it's trouble would be an exaggeration. I'm just imagining a story."

As he spoke, a smile appeared on the corners of Ai's lips, "This is an adventure with the brave team. If your experiences are written into a story, it will definitely be very popular, right?"

"Really? That's a really good thing."

Simmel's voice was very light and gentle, "If you wrote the story, it should be circulated for a long time... When we leave one after another, in that distant future, if our stories can be A little help from people who see the story would be great.”

"Have you already set your sights on the world after you leave? You're thinking too far, right? It's obvious that you haven't even finished half of your life."

Listening to Qie's slightly teasing words, Simmel showed a wry smile.

"It never hurts to think a little further, right?"

"Too."

Simmel turned sideways so that Ji could see several other people staying around the campfire.

"Why don't you sit over here? Isn't the light here bad?"

"You don't need to worry. My eyes are very special. What I see at night is almost the same as during the day."

"Really? That's because I worry too much. It's really convenient for eyes. If you were there when I explored the ruins last time, Aize might not have been eaten by monsters because it was too dark."

"So have you ever encountered this kind of thing before? It feels like it could be written into a story... So how did you solve it that time?"

"Because Aize was too hard, the monster couldn't chew it and spit him out."

"...so disgusting."

"Yes, yes, that's what Haita said at the time."

Seemingly recalling the scene at that time, Simmel also laughed unconsciously.

Not far away, Fulilian and others had made beds for use in the wild, and monk Haita's complaints could also be heard.

"Hey... I don't know if I will see you two lying in bed peacefully when I wake up tomorrow morning."

"What can I do about this?"

The dwarf Aize, whose face below the eyes was basically covered by his beard, said calmly: "What happens after I fall asleep is beyond my control."

"Then you can't just run ten meters away after sleeping all night. I thought you were taken away by a monster at first, and I wanted to at least get your body back, otherwise it wouldn't even be possible to hold a funeral."

"Don't just decide on other people's funerals so easily."

At this time, Simmel and Ji also came over. Seeing this scene, Aize asked curiously.

"What did you two do?"

Simmel turned his head and glanced at Qi. After seeing Qi nodding, he smiled and said to several people: "Qi plans to write our adventures into a story so that more people can see it."

Then, the three people's reactions were a little dull.

"Write it into a story..."

Haita touched his chin, wondering what he was thinking.

"I don't care."

Because of the helmet and beard, it was impossible to tell what Aize's expression was now.

"casual."

Florian's reaction was the most bland.

"Stories are a good thing."

Qi said softly: "Nothing in this world is immortal. Everything is destined to die from its birth, whether it is vegetation, humans, demons... even the elves with the longest lifespan are bound to die one day. ”

"However, stories can continue to be passed down, even if hundreds or thousands of years have passed, even if the person who originally created the story is no longer there, even if the story has been completely changed in the process of spreading... there are still people who will remember it. There are still people who will be changed by this story.”

"Even if the world comes to an end, the story will not end. Instead, it will wait to be taken to the next world."

"It's more magical than magic, isn't it?"

When several others were silent and thinking due to Ash's words, Fulian suddenly spoke.

"I don't understand. If the world also perishes, shouldn't the stories of this world also disappear with the world? What you said is very problematic."

"Maybe?"

A meaningful smile appeared on Qie's face, "Maybe in other worlds... the stories of this world, your stories, are being known to more people?"

…

Florian woke up from her sleep.

There was a soft bed beneath him, and an unfamiliar ceiling above his head.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and the sunlight outside did not disturb her sleep.

Placing the back of her hand against her forehead, Fulian was stunned for a long time, her eyes as hazy as if they were covered with a layer of fog.

"...It's really rare that I actually dreamed about the past."

Fulilian closed her eyes and murmured like she was dreaming.

"Lord Fulilian, it's time to get up..."

When Philan opened the door and walked in, he saw Fulian sitting up from the bed.

After being stunned for three full seconds, Fearon's eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

"Lord Frilian actually got up by herself?!"

"Phelan, you are really good at joking. Fulian will get up by herself, unless the world will be destroyed tomorrow..."

Ai's voice sounded behind Feilun and got closer and closer. Then Ai came to Feilun's side and looked into the room. He saw Fulilian who had sat up and was staring at them sideways.

"The world is really going to end?!"

"It won't be destroyed..."

Frilian said weakly because she had just woken up and couldn't cheer up.

Fulian washed and combed her hair all by herself.

"Speak of it."

While thinning Fulilian's hair, Fearon said: "Obviously they are both elves, but Lord Ash is... how should I put it... much more diligent than Lord Fulilian?"

"Probably because Ai is still too young for an elf."

Fulian narrowed her eyes comfortably while enjoying Fei Lun's hair-combing service, "When Ash lives another thousand years or so, he should be almost like me."

"It's such an incredible time span..."

For the elf, the so-called five or ten years is about the same as the blink of an eye. Most people will delay it by staying in bed for two or three minutes, but for Fulian, it will be delayed for five or six hours.

So someone needs to wake her up, otherwise Fulian will sleep until noon.

"There are many interesting books in Qie's house... Why don't you stay here for ten years before leaving?"

"Please don't say such unrealistic things. Lady Fulilian, you can only stay for a week at most."

After being scolded by Fearon, Fulian showed an unhappy expression... To be more specific, it was the same expression as the TV man on the Bilibili website.

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"Really...even Haita passed away."

Ai and Feilun sat together, each with a cup of steaming tea on the table in front of them.

"Phelan, what kind of person is Haita to you?"

Ai asked suddenly.

Fearon picked up the tea cup and did not take a sip immediately, but pondered for a long time.

"Lord Haita is a very important person to me."

The pad of his thumb rubbed the side of the tea cup, and Fearon said calmly, "In order to reassure Lord Haita and make him believe that I can survive well even if I am alone, I learned magic."

"Really...Haita has become such a reliable person."

There was a bit of relief in Qie's eyes.

In Qie's memory, although Haita was a monk, he loved to drink. He was always useless in the following days because of drinking.

"Master Qi...do you have a good relationship with Master Haita?"

"It's not very good, otherwise that guy should at least tell me the news of his death so that I can attend his funeral."

Ai was in a bad mood when he said this... Feilun felt Ai's resentment towards Haita.

Ai took a sip of tea, "I traveled with Simmel and the others for a while... You already know this from Fulian. Then, after Simmel and the others successfully defeated the Demon King, Frilian didn't know how to escape. Where did I go? It’s been fifty years since I left. During this time, I still had contact with Simmel, Haita and Aize, because they wanted me to help analyze a very special magic... It was probably this relationship. "

Having said this, Ji turned his head and glanced at Feilun sideways, "Didn't that guy from Haita tell you anything about me?"

"..."

Fearon responded with silence, but this silence was enough to explain a lot of things.

"Tch! A cold-blooded, meat-and-potatoes monk."

The resentment on Qie became a little stronger.

Although there was no emotion on Philen's face, she had actually been thinking hard, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for Haita... She really didn't think Haita would do such a cold thing.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Philen took out her staff.

"Lord Jian, do you recognize this staff?"

Jian looked over in confusion, and after seeing the staff in Philen's hand, he raised his eyebrows.

"Is this the staff that Haita asked me to make not long ago? It turns out to be for you, I thought it was for Fulilian..."

"This staff was given to me by Lord Haita, it's very important..."

Putting the staff flat on his thigh, his hand gently stroked the rough staff, and Philen's eyes, whose expression always remained unchanged, showed a trace of tenderness.

"Lord Haita told me that the maker of this staff is a very good friend of his, a very good magician. He said that he was very lucky. There are only a few powerful magicians in the world, and he was able to become friends with two of them."

"Lord Haita also said... If I embark on a journey in the future, I should meet the maker of this staff. He said that if I encounter any difficulties, I can come to you and you can solve them."

Listening to Feilun's retelling of Haita's words, Jian was silent for a moment and said lightly.

"Haita, that wine-drinking monk, only knows how to order people around..."