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"Mr. Heiter, you are truly a person to be admired."
Mr. Yulian raised his cup in respect.
Seeking common ground while reserving differences, Mr. Heiter's realm and perspective undoubtedly moved Mr. Yulian.
"Mr. Yulian, you are also a very special person."
Mr. Heiter raised his cup, politely returning the toast to Mr. Yulian.
"After all, Demon Race who wish to coexist peacefully with humans are not common."
"Could you tell me your thoughts? What makes you different from other Demon Race?"
Is it a test?
Mr. Yulian looked at Mr. Heiter, but Mr. Heiter's yellowish-green eyes were full of sincerity.
But for Mr. Yulian to answer such a question, Mr. Yulian felt it was difficult to evaluate.
The reason is simple.
After all, Mr. Yulian's own soul is human, and subconsciously, Mr. Yulian naturally wants peace between humans and Demon Race, and even for himself to return to the embrace of humanity.
But saying things like 'I transmigrated', 'I am human', 'I accidentally became the Demon King', and so on, is impossible.
That is a secret Mr. Yulian must bury in the ground.
Mr. Yulian sipped his tea, and after tactically drinking water, slowly said.
"We share a common language and similar cultural customs,"
"Or rather, it's not an exaggeration to say we are of the same race."
"It's just parroting."
Frieren, rarely, rolled her eyes at Mr. Yulian.
"Who knows who learned from whom."
Mr. Yulian retorted, unwilling to show weakness.
Frieren had learned quite a bit from him.
Emmmm...
Having her handle poked, Frieren obediently started eating dessert again the next second.
"Ho ho, it seems your relationship is quite good."
Mr. Heiter smiled kindly, and after smoothing things over, brought up his doubts.
"That is true, but why does the Demon Race always think about invading us?"
"The Demons I've seen look at us with eyes full of arrogance, basically treating us as food."
"Well."
Mr. Yulian rubbed his nose; it seemed the Demon Race really were like that.
As the Goddess's favorites, a naturally intelligent race, the Demon Race indeed looked down on humans, who were significantly inferior in both appearance and talent.
The only ones the Demon Race could look up to were elves.
Thinking of this, Mr. Yulian couldn't help but glance at Frieren.
That old thing, being an elf, not only had outstanding looks but also ridiculously high Magic talent.
"Isn't the Demon Race just a beast that preys on the weak?"
Frieren wasn't sure about her usual view, saying it with an uncertain tone.
"Then aren't humans also beasts?"
Mr. Yulian didn't know how to answer Mr. Heiter, but retorting to Frieren was always easy.
"Hmph."
!=ω=!
(Frieren is angry!)
Seeing that she couldn't argue with Mr. Yulian, Frieren picked up a small cake again and started showing off.
Although she became very rich after robbing the gold carriage, it was because she often adventured in the deep mountains and old forests.
For Frieren, having gold coins and having dessert were not equivalent.
"If only the Demon Race could overcome their arrogance towards humans."
Mr. Heiter smiled and shook his head, gently getting up, but after hesitating for a moment, he returned to his seat.
"Quit?"
Mr. Yulian smiled.
Any man would understand what Mr. Heiter just wanted to do.
When meeting a confidant, one always wants to have a few drinks.
"Mm,"
Mr. Heiter glanced at the kitchen behind him, a slight smile hanging on his lips.
"I even specifically brought a good bottle of wine for you."
Frieren mumbled and took out a wine-red bottle from the box.
"It's just a pity."
But after thinking about it, Frieren said she was going to put it back.
"Cough, cough."
Mr. Yulian lightly coughed.
Frieren was unmoved, just looking at Mr. Yulian strangely.
"Uncomfortable?"
"Haha, Frieren."
Mr. Heiter couldn't help but laugh loudly. After laughing, he gently reached out his hand.
"Come on, give us some."
"If I'm not mistaken, this is Red Fruit Wine."
The first half of the sentence was spoken by Mr. Heiter to Frieren, while for the second half, Mr. Heiter raised his eyebrows slightly flamboyantly as he looked at Mr. Yulian.
"Good eyesight."
Mr. Yulian blushed.
Speaking of which, he hadn't had a drink in decades.
"Alcoholic priest."
Frieren mumbled a sentence and handed the wine bottle to Mr. Heiter.
But before the wine was poured, a slightly dissatisfied voice had already rung out.
"Mr. Heiter."
At the kitchen door frame, Fern poked out her little head and quietly watched Mr. Heiter, who had already pulled out the wine bottle cork.
"Oh, Fern."
"Ho ho, I'm pouring for Mr. Yulian, I won't drink myself."
Mr. Heiter smiled bitterly. Under Fern's gaze, after filling Mr. Yulian's cup, he put the cork back in the bottle and quietly placed it aside.
"Mm."
Seeing this, Fern replied softly and went back to the kitchen to busy herself.
"Then I won't be polite."
Mr. Yulian licked his slightly dry lips, gently tasted a sip of the good wine in the cup, and a happy smile immediately bloomed on his face.
"Alcoholic demon."
After a weak complaint, Frieren shifted her attention back to Mr. Heiter and Fern.
"Is that child named Fern?"
"Mm, I adopted her when I was traveling through the southern kingdoms."
"A very well-behaved child."
Mr. Heiter smiled faintly, the corners of his eyes slightly curved, giving the feeling that he was showing off.
"Doesn't seem like you at all."
Frieren rested her chin on her hand, glancing towards Fern.
Mr. Heiter also looked towards Fern, but just smiled with his mouth and didn't say anything else.
"What a lovely little girl."
"I'll go lend a hand, you two chat."
Mr. Yulian put down his wine glass and walked towards the kitchen with a slight blush on his face.
This is the adorable period of Fern!
Gotta tease her properly!
"Are you alright?"
Frieren furrowed her brow slightly; Mr. Yulian, who was even swaying when walking, made her feel uneasy.
"He's fine, probably."
Mr. Heiter said hesitantly. Red Fruit Wine has a very low alcohol content and doesn't make people drunk.
Mm, he'll definitely be fine.
"I'll go take a look."
Frieren wasn't clear about these things; she only knew that Mr. Yulian couldn't even walk steadily.
"Wait, Frieren."
Mr. Heiter called out to Frieren. Clearly, now that Mr. Yulian had left, it was convenient for him to say something.
"Uncle?"
Inside the kitchen, Fern, who had guessed and was holding a knife to cut vegetables, saw Mr. Yulian swaying as he walked in. She stopped her actions and asked in confusion.
"Should be older brother, right?"
Mr. Yulian's face darkened. He admitted he felt embarrassed looking drunk, but hadn't he already sobered up using Magic!
Also, in what way do I look like an uncle!
Something's not right, okay!
Complaining and stuff should only be something Fern does during her 'Fat Lun Mom' period, right!
"Mm, sorry."
"Is there something, older brother?"
Fern put down the vegetable knife, her little hand covering her lips, her small face red, and quickly changed her words.
Just now, she had indeed confused the drunken older brother in front of her with those drunken uncles.
That's very impolite!
"Mr. Heiter should have something to discuss with Miss Frieren, so I'll come help you first."
"I'm a top-notch cook, you know~"
Looking at the cute little Fern, Mr. Yulian was in a good mood, smiling and humming.
As for what it was?
Mr. Yulian guessed it should be related to taking Fern as a disciple.
Mr. Yulian, afraid of changing the plot, only then slipped away and ran into the kitchen.
"Then let's work hard together to make a big meal,"
"Big Brother..."
Mr. Yulian's completely unreserved nature clearly made the shy little Fern feel much more at ease.
"Let's go~"
Mr. Yulian curved his eyebrows, nodded, and shouted together.
After cheering, the two also started getting busy.
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