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

The picture looks like a simple drawing with monotonous colors.

Under the bed curtain, the long-haired woman lies quietly on the bed, and the young Duncan sits on a chair by the window, lowering his head and holding his wife's hand.

"At that time, I needed wealth and power." Duncan talked about what happened to him and his wife at that time.

In the picture, two hands are tightly folded together.

"Because other than that, I can't think of a way to save her."

[Old man Duncan and his wife have a good relationship. ]

[Duncan is a real man, court competition is also an explanation to his wife, I cried. ]

[Pure love war god. ]

In the picture.

The center of the simple drawing.

The golden elf stands in the center of the upper steps, with the sculpture symbol of giant love behind him.

The wreath, wings and staff above represent the Magic Association.

"When Celia established the Continental Magic Association with "privileges" as a reward."

Duncan continued to tell his story.

"My wife just passed away. ”

[So Duncan pursued power in order to save his wife.]

[The Magic Association was founded by the master.]

[Flame’s wish was fulfilled, even though more than a thousand years have passed.]

[Didn’t she say she wouldn’t do this? The master is really a tsundere.]

[It was said before that he and his wife had eaten at that restaurant fifty years ago, which means Duncan is over seventy years old?]

[The Magic Association was only established for only forty or fifty years?]

The screen switches.

The logo of the Magic Association, with the words of the city of Visast on it.

That’s the city they are in, at the entrance of the Magic Association.

“That was the first time I felt so powerless.” Duncan sighed with his eyes downcast.

“It’s really ironic.”

“Now I can even control the fate of the country.”

Duncan lowered his eyes and paused slightly.

[Hearing what Duncan said, he suddenly felt that he was so lonely now.]

[“Anyway, the money is not spent. ”]

[[I came when spring was not here]]

[There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife in the year of her death. Now it has grown tall and majestic.]

[Pure Love Old Deng!]

"Philan." Duncan looked at Philen.

Philan was suddenly called and came back to his senses with a "hmm?".

He and others were listening to Duncan's story.

"For me, magic was originally just a tool for power struggle."

Duncan looked at Philen and said, "Can you tell Fulilian for me?"

"It's been a long time since I last met her."

Duncan thought about how he had realized a lot after meeting Fulilian during the first-level magician test.

"Finally, I remembered the fun of magic again."

Duncan said to Philen, "It was because I admired Fulilian in the brave group that I became a magician."

" ”

[So he’s a little fanboy.]

[After all this time, it turns out to be an idol.]

[Wouldn’t it be very disillusioning to see the idol being swallowed by a treasure chest monster?]

Phelan blinked when he heard it.

Then he smiled and said to Duncan: “Please tell her yourself.”

“Ms. Fulilian will definitely be happy.”

Duncan closed his eyes and agreed: “You’re right, I will. "

The camera zooms out.

The four of them were in a very harmonious atmosphere, and finished their afternoon tea at the door of the dessert shop.

[When he heard that Duncan was someone who admired Flillian, Flillian's expression was really good.]

[Duncan: I've met my idol, and I have no regrets in this life.]

[It's worth it to fight with my childhood idol.]

The camera turns.

Visast town, on the road.

Flillian walked on the street, holding a pile of books in her arms.

There were more than a dozen books.

"It's worthy of being the magic city of Visast."

Flillian felt the heavy magic books in her arms, and the smile on her face was very satisfied.

"I bought a lot of good magic books. "

【Excited Fufu.】

【Fufu pounced on the magic book like a hungry man pounced on bread.】

【Magic book trap - Fufu only.】

'Bang.' A sound attracted Fulilian's attention.

Fulilian saw that in front of the fruit stand in the middle of the street.

An old woman was squatting on the ground picking up the oranges that had fallen on the ground, and the basket in her arms also fell on the ground.

Fulilian glanced at the opposite side, and then looked down at the stack of heavy magic books in her arms.

【Oh, Fufu is a little tangled.】

【The magic book in her arms is too heavy, Fufu can't let go of her hands, and can't take out the staff to help the old woman.】

【Old Deng: Let me think about what magic can solve it.】

At this time.

"Hey, old woman." Viabel came over.

He held the short-handled trident in his hand, pointed at the fruit on the ground, and asked the old woman who was picking up oranges: "Put it in thisIs a basket enough? "

Before he finished speaking, the basket and oranges on the ground were collected together with magic.

["Magic is just a tool for killing."]

[Magic is just a tool for killing~ Ouch.]

[A guy who says one thing and does another.]

Frillian sat on a bench on the street, holding a thick magic book on her lap.

On the bench next to her, there were eight magic books of the same thickness stacked.

Frillian was immersed in magic knowledge.

At this time.

Viabel sat on the bench.

He complained to Frillian beside him: "It's too much to turn a blind eye."

Frillian stared at it and turned a page of the magic book: "I hesitated a little bit too."

[We saw it!]

[Fuff wanted to help!]

Viabel leaned forward, supporting his arms on his legs, and he tilted his head to look at Frillian: "Just a little bit? ”

He looked forward, "What a surprise."

"I thought the companions of the hero Xinmeier would..."

Flillian listened to him and turned to ask, "What will happen to Xinmeier's companions?"

[Trigger words.]

[Daily Xinmeier!]

[Daily Xinmeier moment.]

[If it was the hero Xinmeier, he would definitely do this.]

She looked back at the magic book in her hand, "I was surprised."

"You planned to kill Philen and the others in the first round of the test, right?"

"Philen complained to me."

"You said you would kick a dog if it passed by."

[Hahaha, this complaint is really amazing.]

[The captain of the Northern Transport Brigade is like this.]

[I can't laugh anymore, what's wrong with you.]

[Laughing, what a weird description.]

Hearing this complaint, Viabel couldn't help but sneer twice, "People often say this to me. "

Viabel didn't care.

"Just scare them." Viabel's tone was a little disappointed.

He still had a smile on his face, "But there is indeed a guy among them, and it seems that killing him will benefit the society more."

As Viabel recalled.

In the picture.

A woman with green hair and a strange smile appeared.

Viabel restrained the smile on his face, "As long as it is to protect my hometown, I will do anything."

[Concept Sister.]

[So you really want to kill her.]

[If Fei Lun hadn't arrived at that time, he might have really done it.]

[The most murderous but gentle person among the younger generation.]