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"The path before you will surely be opened,"
"By me, the strongest human, the Hero of the South."
Packing his bags, Kenan looked at the spot where Yulian disappeared, his eyes filled with determination.
Thank you, future generations.
"Haa—tch!"
After finishing the pumpkin noodles in front of him, Yulian smacked his lips and smiled contentedly.
The next second, he couldn't help but sneeze.
"Something's not right, who's cursing me?"
Yulian hadn't caught a cold in five hundred years, and he didn't think he would catch one now.
Frieren, Nico, or that unscrupulous guide?
"Forget it, doesn't matter."
"It's rare to come here, I should explore more."
South Beach is now considered a semi-tourist town, and Yulian was quite interested in walking around and exploring.
After paying the bill, Yulian walked onto the main street and saw various stalls selling snacks and places similar to juggling acts.
Yulian bought a bowl of authentic Southern shaved ice and went to a lively puppet show area, watching with great interest.
However, after watching for a few minutes, Yulian left with a darkened face.
"How did the Hero of the South kick the Seven Sages and seven Great Demon, and defeat the Demon King?"
"Hah!"
"There are many stories within!"
Amidst the vendors' chanting and rhythmic voices, Yulian came to another hat trick performance.
All sorts of strange animals emerged from hats in colorful light and shadow, running and jumping around the hats.
Then, at the moment their short lives were about to dissipate, they flew into the sky, turning into fireworks and creating a brilliant display.
"Good!"
"One more!"
"One more!"
The lively crowd cheered.
"Good!"
Yulian echoed, clapping, feeling like he had a feast for his eyes.
Because he lived among the human nations, Yulian almost never used Magic.
Although he had the ability, Yulian hadn't seen this in many years.
"So childish."
Amidst the murmuring, the white-haired elf approached at some point.
"You guys came too."
Yulian waved, seizing this rare opportunity, and casually ruffled their cat-like heads.
"Brother Yulian!"
"My hair's all messed up!"
Nico pouted and started using her hands to comb and tidy her hair.
Frieren paused, as if remembering something.
Yulian knew without asking; Frieren was naturally thinking of Heiter and the others.
Ten years of experience had indeed changed this elf who was slow to grasp emotions.
But Yulian wouldn't be so foolish as to suggest Frieren go back and see them.
The little girl had finally found Frieren; if Frieren went to find the Hero's party, she couldn't go herself, and they would have to separate again.
"What's wrong, Sister Frieren?"
Nico leaned her face towards Frieren, her big, sparkling eyes blinking.
"Nothing, just thinking of a good friend."
Frieren's lips curved into a faint smile; in the fireworks, she seemed to see the faces of a few people.
Frieren gently waved her staff, Magic surged, and a sky full of Magic fireworks bloomed in the sky.
A huge fireworks show began.
"Wow~"
Nico looked up, her eyes full of envy.
"You seem to be in a very good mood."
Yulian commented.
Frieren nodded, and while arrogantly curving her lips, she didn't forget to remind Yulian.
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"Don't touch my head randomly."
"I'll get angry."
"Okay, Miss."
Yulian chuckled, not sure if he had listened.
"Sister Frieren, I want to learn Magic!"
Nico, who was engrossed in watching the fireworks, tightened her small fists and turned her gaze to Frieren, who had just put away her staff.
"Learn Magic?"
Frieren repeated, uncertainly.
"Yes, learn Magic!"
Nico nodded seriously.
"Not just because Magic is fun, but also because if I learn Magic, I can protect myself!"
The little girl's eyes were full of pleading.
Learning Magic is not something you can just talk about.
Talent and a teacher are both indispensable.
"I can teach you, but I'm not sure if you can learn."
Frieren hesitated for a moment, then said slowly.
"Nico has talent, just teach her."
Yulian smiled, dispelling Frieren's concerns.
He was even starting to feel a bit impatient to see Frieren's surprised expression after teaching Nico Magic.
You see, Nico had been with Yulian since she was little.
Although Yulian hadn't taught Nico Magic, he hadn't given her any less good things to eat.
At that time, when Nico's astonishing Magic power was guided out by Frieren.
Tsk tsk, Yulian was a little impatient.
"Let's go."
Frieren nodded, ignoring Yulian's ambiguous smirk.
It was late, she was tired, and it was time to sleep.
The bustling crowd gradually dispersed, and by the time Yulian and Frieren returned to the inn, the moon was high in the sky.
The night was deep. Frieren, wearing a thin white nightgown, gently closed her Magic book, glanced at Nico, who was already fast asleep beside her, and yawned.
"Let's start tomorrow."
In another room, Yulian was lying on his side on the bed, staring blankly at the Hero's Sword scabbard.
At this moment, the Hero's Sword inside the scabbard trembled slightly, as if telling Yulian what was about to happen.
However, although Yulian wasn't stupid, he wasn't particularly smart either.
He could only watch the Hero's Sword bounce around.
Corresponding to the Hero's Sword's strange behavior was Yulian's ominous premonition.
This ominous premonition had only appeared three times.
Once was when the Hero's party attacked the Demon King's Castle, once was when Frieren came to the Village, and now was the third time.
"It couldn't be that the matter of robbing the gold coins was exposed, could it?"
"That 'Ghost of Herul' didn't seem like someone who would be caught so easily?"
If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't think about it.
Before long, Yulian's breathing gradually became steady, clearly having fallen asleep.
"I said it wasn't me!"
On the rooftop, the young boy with a tender face confronted the three people surrounding him, unyielding.
He was just unable to escape, that didn't mean he couldn't defeat these magic users who had appeared out of nowhere!
"The Magic of the Mirror of Time shows that you stole the gold coins from the Lord's treasury."
The woman in the white Magic robe waved her hand, and a Magic mirror image of Bafiel secretly entering the Lord's treasury appeared in mid-air.
"Arian, why explain to a thief like this?"
"Just take him down!"
The man in the black robe impatiently raised his staff, his powerful Magic clearly ready to be unleashed.
"Lubuti, be careful."
The golden-haired girl's eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly dissatisfied with the black-robed man's dangerous behavior, but seeing this, the girl could only follow suit and raise her staff.
"Jinx, you too."
Arian sighed, and reluctantly raised her staff as well.
A dangerous aura instantly began to spread at this moment, as if locking onto Bafiel.
"You're forcing me."
Bafiel's face was gloomy.
Although he was sure that the person in the Magic mirror image was indeed himself, he definitely hadn't touched such a large sum of gold coins!
The gold coins were lost, and they came looking for him?
Could it be that they were using that Magic mirror image from the time he snuck in to make him take the blame?
Bafiel's face grew darker and darker.
"Zoltraak!"
A terrifying beam of purple light cut through the moonlight and shot straight into the sky. After glancing at the now dilapidated house and the three people whose lives were uncertain, Bafiel disappeared.
Herul was no longer a place he could stay; he could only go to South Beach to see.
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