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

Hugh Tark stirred it with a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, blew it, and handed it to his mouth to taste.

"Hmm... It's okay, let's leave it like this."

After tasting it, Hugh Tark turned around and shouted to Philen:

"Hey~ Breakfast is ready."

"It's time to get up..."

[Tomato Mom...]

[I feel that Hugh Tark is the kind of good man who is essential for home and travel. He can cook, sew, and fight. ]

[Tomato Chef. ]

'Hmm? ' Hugh Tark saw that he had finished shouting, and Philen was just panting and didn't respond.

"Philen?" Hugh Tark stood up.

Hesitantly, why didn't Philen respond to him?

Looking closer, Philen's face was abnormally red, his breathing was rapid, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his face.

Hugh Tark reached out and shook Fulilian.

"Hey, Flillian."

"Get up quickly."

Flillian groaned and was unwilling to get up, "Sleep for another half a day..."

[If I guessed correctly, she caught a cold. ]

[The monk just left the team. ]

"It's impossible to sleep for so long." Hugh Tark squatted on the ground and said helplessly.

"Felen looks uncomfortable."

Hush Tark wanted to ask for help from Flillian, but Flillian, who was curled up, still squinted her eyes.

"Hey." Hugh Tark shouted again.

Flillian was still sleeping.

Hugh Tark stared at her.

Then he put his frozen red hand on Flillian's face.

'Hey! '

Flillian was startled by the cold, frowned and groaned: "Stop it =_=..."

[So Flillian can really sleep, she's not sick? ]

[Hush Tark's fingers are red, obviously frozen! What a detail! 】

【How can an old man be so cute. 】

Then.

Fulilian was called up, put on her clothes and came to Philen's side.

She held Philen's bangs with her hand and put her forehead against Philen's forehead.

Fulilian stared at Philen, feeling her flushed cheeks and the temperature on her forehead.

"Ah, you have a fever."

Fulilian stood up slightly and looked at Philen, who was sweating and listless, "You must keep warm and have a good sleep."

Put Philen in place.

Fulilian went to the side and opened the suitcase.

"I'll look for it..."

'Hey...' Fulilian rummaged through the things in the suitcase.

The horn of an unknown monster, a pile of books.

'Clang--' All the bottles and jars were taken out.

"Huh? Strange." Fulilian didn't seem to find what she was looking for.

Hugh Tark came back, "I'm here to get some water."

"Got it." Fulilian took out a magic book.

'Hmm?' Hugh Tark held a wooden barrel in his hand, watching Fulilian squatting on the ground, and seemed to have found something that looked like a book in the suitcase.

[Finally, this time it's not a case of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. ]

"What is that?" Hugh Tark asked.

Fulilian opened the book and flipped through the contents, "The herbal notes that Zain left for us."

"Eh? Zain left it." Hugh Tark felt relieved.

[He's still outputting! ]

[When you're away from home, the importance of a doctor! ! ]

[It would be nice if Zain was here at this time. ]

"Use magic to identify the disease, and then you can prescribe the right herb." Fulilian flipped through the herbal notes left by Zain and explained the usage to Hugh Tark behind him.

Hugh Tark suddenly remembered that this magic was not only for Zain to use?

"But, identifying diseases is the goddess' magic, right?"

"Isn't it said that only the holder of the holy book can use it?"

[Zain's Treatise on Febrile Diseases...]

[Zain's soul is still there. ]

Flillian said, "I still have the holy book."

"Ah?" Hugh Talke didn't expect that Fulillian even had such a thing.

Fulillian's eyes turned back and forth, and suddenly stopped near the pot beside, "Huh?"

Hugh Talke said "Oh?" in confusion.

He saw that there was a book under the pot, a thick book.

Holy book?

"Why is it used to support the pot?!" Hugh Talke was so shocked that he spoke in dialect!

[Puff, take it away! That's my advanced math position! ]

Then, the holy book under the pot emitted a green light.

"I don't have the talent to be a monk, but I can still identify simple diseases." Fulillian said.

While releasing green light on her hands.

Ferren covered his head with a cloth and panted slightly.

[Okay, okay, you don't even need to take out the holy book, you can still use it as a cushion for the pot. ]

Flillian held the magic book in her arms and released magic, while Hugh Tark bent his legs and watched.

"I can't understand complicated diseases."

[Eh? The book is out? ]

[It didn't emit green light.】

Seeing this, Hugh Tark asked worriedly: "Is it really okay?"

Flillian confirmed Philen's illness through the green light, "Well, it's just a common cold."

She retracted her hand and opened the book in her hand.

"The herbs that can be used in this area are..."

[Good guy, the holy book is still under the pot, you are holding Zain's notes! ! ]

Flillian saw the location of the herbs recorded on it, she looked up, "So."

"The place where I used to pick herbs with Xin Meier and others is nearby."

[Oh~ Great! Xin Meier is always around for half an episode! ]

Closed the notebook.

Hugh Tark also stood up, he looked at Philen in front of him who was not in good condition, "Anyway, let's go to a place where we can avoid the cold first."

"Yeah." Fulillian also felt that it was still too cold here, and there was wind blowing all around.

Then.

Hugh Tark and Fulillian found a farm.

A woman was milking a cow inside.

‘Moo——’ The cow seemed to have noticed someone approaching.

The woman heard the sound, stood up and saw the adventurer.

“Huh?”

In the distance, Fulilian was carrying a suitcase, and Hugh Tark was holding Ferren wrapped in a white blanket in his arms.

[Princess hug~]

[Finally I got him! ]

[Why don’t you use magic to float Ferren? ]

[He will float away! Do you understand? ]

Very quickly.

In the house, the fireplace was burning.

A pair of white hands held Ferren’s hands.

“Oh, I’m really saved.” Hugh Tark exclaimed.

Fulilian sat by the window, holding Ferren’s hands with both hands, feeling Ferren’s body temperature.

“I didn’t expect someone to live in this deep forest.” Hugh Tark held Ferren’s clothes in his arms and exclaimed to the woman.

Fulilian said, "When I came here before, this was still a village."

The woman heard, "That was decades ago."

She smiled and said to Hugh Tark, "Even the brave man visited the village at that time."

The woman's words were full of pride.

Then, she said to Hugh Tark and the others, "It's okay, you just have a good rest."

"Thank you." Fulilian thanked, "By the way, there should be an icicle cherry tree nearby, right?"

The woman walked to the door and turned back to answer, "Yes, it's just to the north."

"It's just a bit remote..."

Flilian looked at Philen's hand and smiled and said, "No problem, I've been here once before."