I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Fulilian had a smile on her face.

Her eyes were bright, "According to my experience."

"That kind of place... often has legendary magic."

In the picture.

A mysterious house appeared.

Inside the house, the lights were dim.

An old man with a white beard, wearing a black hood on his head, stood behind the counter with a staff.

The surrounding containers were filled with various magic potions and items.

"Now I can search there carefully."

It can be clearly seen that Fulilian is looking forward to it.

Outside the house, the wind mixed with snow blew on everyone.

Hearing Fulilian's words.

Hugh Tark was a little puzzled, "Legendary magic?"

"What were there before?"

He didn't know what the concept of legendary magic was.

'Huh,' Fulilian smiled with her eyes closed: "Magic to eliminate mold."

"And magic to remove stubborn oil stains."

In the picture.

As Fulilian introduced it, Philen seemed to have seen it before. At that time, she was holding a pot covered with oil stains.

‘Great. ’ Philen praised.

As Fulilian cast magic, the oil stains on it were instantly removed, and it was clean and tidy, just like a new pot.

“Indeed.” Philen hugged her shoulders, and her purple hair swayed in the wind.

“Which magic is particularly convenient.” She still remembered that magic, “enough to change the whole world.”

【I want this magic too. 】

【It’s so convenient to wash the pot...】

Xiutark frowned, his eyes confused.

“It sounds like a little trick of grandma’s life....” Zain complained.

【It’s very simple, we just need to prepare the magic materials: baking soda, loofah, and then... cast arm strength magic and rub it hard. Congratulations! You have learned legendary magic! ]

[However, these magics can be used at any time, as long as the scene is suitable, they can be fully utilized~]

"Anyway, now we can only wait." Fulilian said, "If you underestimate the winter in the northern countries, you will die."

[Fufu: We can only~wait~ (happy)]

After that.

Fulilian turned around and walked into the house.

"In the Shiweier Mountains, Mr. Xutark almost died." Philen folded his arms and followed Fulilian into the wooden house.

Xutark also entered the house.

[Thanks to Neishui's embrace, I was able to save my life~]

Zain folded his arms, "I am from the northern countries, of course I know this."

He turned his head and looked into the distance, "But..."

"Now I have to spend some more time with them."

Zain had a smile on his face, and there seemed to be some disappointment in his eyes.

He turned around and entered the wooden house.

[God wants us to stay for a while. 】

【It's OK to kowtow again ()】

【Zain is actually also glad, right? 】

【Maybe he's worried that the relationship has deepened, and he's even more reluctant to leave. 】

The background music has become cheerful.

Inside the wooden house.

Beside the burning fireplace, everyone kneels in front of the dining table.

The dining table is filled with bread, milk, and food in front of everyone.

Before eating.

The four continued their previous eating habits, closed their eyes devoutly, and clasped their hands.

【Wow, four people pray together. 】

【Even Fufu has this habit? 】

Outside, the roof and the road are covered with white snow.

The wind is strong and the snow is heavy, and the wind is cold.

Inside the house.

Philen is sitting on the mat under the window, kneeling on his knees, holding the magic book in his hand and reading it.

Beside him, Hugh Tark supports his hands on the ground and keeps doing push-ups.

【History always repeats itself. 】

The wind and snow outside the house are still strong.

Outside a thatched house, Fulilian was in a magic shop, in front of her was a glowing magic book.

The hooded old man with a long white beard in front of her was holding a magic book in his hand.

[Okay, Fulilian finally came to this magic shop. ]

[Super-level magic: expel mildew! ! ! Activate! ! ! ]

At night, the wind and snow did not stop.

On the steps, there was a sign of beer cups hanging at the door.

A dim light shone through the window.

Zain and the villagers were holding beer cups and drinking happily.

Inside the wooden house.

Four white mats were placed on the ground, and a kettle was hung on the fireplace.

Ferren and Hugh Tark were walking on the road in the village with bags in their arms.

The wind and snow made the two people unable to open their eyes.

[A young couple going home after buying groceries. ]

[Is it illegal to make gloves in this world? ]

In the magic shop.

The hooded old man was holding a staff.

Silently looking at the elf wearing white clothes and white twin ponytails, who was knocked to the ground by the magic book.

The back and head were covered by the magic book.

"The cold wave will soon pass.. "

The sign of the tavern was swaying in the wind.

Inside the tavern.

The village chief and Zain each held a huge wine glass, and the village chief said:

"All adventurers can finally set off."

"Yeah...yes." Zain closed his eyes and answered, picking up the wine glass and taking a sip.

"Huh?" Before he drank, Zain suddenly felt something was wrong, "We don't seem to be together at all."

Zain thought.

During this time, everyone didn't seem to be together all the time.

But they were doing their own things.

'Bang--' The sound of the door opening came.

"Zain..." Fulilian shouted.

'Huh?' Zain turned his head and saw Fulilian at the door.

"Are you free?" Fulilian asked.

"What's wrong? Fulilian." Zain took a sip of beer and asked leisurely, "It's really strange for you to come to the tavern. "

Flillian held the door and looked at Zain who was sitting at the table, "Shuttark and Ferren look strange."

She looked behind her, "They probably had a quarrel, why don't you go and mediate?"

Zain looked at Flillian with some hesitation, "Of course I can...but why do you want me to do it?"

Flillian said as a matter of course, "It's the monks' job to mediate."

"Really? "Zain was surprised.

Flillian took Zain back to the cabin.

Inside the house.

'Woo woo ┭┮﹏┭┮'

Hugh Tark was crying and kneeling in front of the fireplace.

In front of him was Philen who had been angry with his back to him.

Philen looked very angry, frowning and puffing his face.

'Hmph!' He was so angry.

At the door.

Flillian and Zain saw this scene when they entered the door.

"The situation is so serious..." Zain said.

Zain looked at Philen and asked, "Hey, what happened?"

[Hey, brother, why are you asking Philen directly~]

Philen frowned and didn't look back: "It's Mr. Hugh Tark who is wrong. "

Looking angry.

Behind Philen, Hugh Tark said obediently: "Yes, it's all my fault..."

Flillian turned her head and looked at the ground.

"There's no way to talk like this." Zain saw that the two men didn't say anything.

Then, he grabbed Hugh Tark by the back of the neck and dragged him on the ground, "You take turns to go to the next room."

Flillian silently withdrew her eyes.

Philen was still angry, and Fulillian walked to the door of the room.

Inside the room, Hugh Tark sat on a stool and took the teacup, 'Alas...'

"Tell me, what happened."

Zain crossed his arms and looked helplessly at Hugh Tark in front of the table.