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When that seemingly kind, unassuming old man said, "I can help you," Yulian knew he was wrong.
He was Heiter, the monk in the Hero's party that defeated the Demon King, the former Bishop of the Holy City!
Yulian had underestimated Heiter too much!
When Heiter said that Baron Corist's family could seek help from the church, Yulian should have known earlier—Heiter wasn't reluctantly forced into seclusion in the mountains; he clearly just wanted to be a hands-off manager and enjoy his later years in peace.
"I think I can help you,"
"After all, Idekel is my disciple."
Idekel, the current Bishop of the Holy City.
When Heiter said this, his face still maintained its usual appearance; his faint smile could always soothe people's hearts.
"Mr. Heiter!"
Baron Corist trembled as he looked at Heiter, his gaze like looking at a beacon of light!
Just like before, Heiter was still helping everyone within his ability!
"Thank you!"
Baron Corist placed his right hand on his left chest and paid his highest respects to Heiter.
"Sir Corist, you're welcome,"
Heiter waved his hand and then gently called out.
"Fern, Miss Flenna."
"It's hard work, but please tidy up the house for Sir Corist and his family to stay."
"Okay~"
Fern and Flenna naturally had no objections.
After Baron Corist expressed his thanks again, he took his family and followed the two figures, one large and one small, upstairs.
The house, by rights, wasn't big enough.
Yulian touched his nose, but thinking that Fern and Flenna would naturally arrange things properly, he wasn't anxious anymore.
After all, Yulian did a quick calculation: there was still a bed in the basement, and in Fern's room on the first floor, they could squeeze in.
No matter how you calculated it, it was just enough.
What truly made Yulian curious was Heiter.
Others might not have noticed, but for someone sensitive to emotions like Yulian.
Yulian keenly noticed that whenever Dragufil and the church were mentioned in front of Heiter, Heiter's expression would always show a similar hint of sadness.
This was an old man with a story, wow.
"Hmm, Mr. Yulian, you can go rest in a moment."
Heiter snapped back from his pensive memories and immediately saw Yulian looking straight at him.
Now it was just the two of them on the first floor; Frieren had gone down to the basement to continue researching magic books after confirming there were no issues.
Recently, she had made significant breakthroughs; it seemed she said if she put in a little more effort, the analysis would be completed soon?
"Heiter, are you also related to Dragufil?"
Yulian scratched his head and voiced his confusion.
To be honest, Yulian had no evidence to find any connection between the two of them!
It was just that, in the depths of his mind, a man's intuition told Yulian that Heiter must have a close relationship with Dragufil.
"Ho!"
Finally, Heiter's unchanging smile of ten thousand years was replaced by a hint of astonishment!
"Hmm,"
"He is also my disciple."
"When did you find out?"
When talking about sad things, even Heiter's tone inevitably became low.
"Disciple!"
Yulian felt as if he had stumbled upon some earth-shattering gossip!
The Holy City's City Lord, the Holy City's Bishop, are both Heiter's disciples!
Damn!
This, a expert is right beside me!
But why did Yulian vaguely remember that when Dragufil was mentioned, Heiter told him to stay away from him?
Two disciples with completely opposite approaches?
Something's fishy!
Suddenly, Yulian's heart began to pound.
Gossip, it's human nature!
However, Yulian was a gossiper with a bottom line.
Hearing Heiter's slight reluctance, Yulian wouldn't keep pressing just to satisfy his own curiosity.
"I just guessed you might know each other; I didn't expect Dragufil to be your disciple."
Yulian couldn't help but exclaim.
"But if you, Heiter, don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."
Yulian suppressed his curiosity and comforted Heiter.
"After all, everyone has their own story."
"Is that so..."
Heiter nodded gently.
When Heiter looked at Yulian again, there was clearly a glimmer of light in his eyes.
"In that case, thank you for your understanding, Mr. Yulian."
"I'd like to hear the details."
Yulian immediately spoke after Heiter finished.
But in an instant, Yulian realized he had overthought it!
After all, in this kind of situation, wouldn't people usually feel the urge to talk about it!
Yulian felt like crying but had no tears, looking at Heiter awkwardly.
"What I mean is..."
"If you, Mr. Heiter, have something you want to confide in, I can be the one to listen to you,"
"What I mean, Heiter, do you understand?"
Yulian blinked his small eyes, looking a little innocent.
He even felt that a phrase like "Family, who understands!" couldn't express his embarrassment!
Yulian's restless little feet shuffled on the ground, almost digging out a three-bedroom, one-living-room space to put in the basement.
He was the one who told Heiter not to talk, and he was also the one who told Heiter to talk.
"Ho ho—"
"It's okay," Heiter laughed, with a slight glimmer of tears in his eyes.
"Since Mr. Yulian is willing to listen, I actually really want to find someone to confide in!"
He really is, I could cry to death!
Yulian didn't know if Heiter truly wanted to confide in someone, but he was clearly feeling sad yet still doing things to comfort others!
Yulian could only say he was deeply moved, feeling like crying but having no tears.
"Heiter, tell me."
Yulian straightened his posture, ready to listen attentively.
"Mr. Yulian," Fern came up the stairs with pattering steps and arrived beside Yulian.
"You can go rest now."
"Hmm, I'll just say a few words to Heiter then."
"In that case, I'll tell Yulian next time."
Seeing Fern come downstairs, Heiter no longer had any sadness.
That kind and amiable old man seemed to always be glowing.
"In that case..."
"Okay."
Yulian nodded, looked at Fern, then looked at Heiter; how could he not know what he meant.
"It's still the same room~"
Fern said, her eyes, usually without the slightest fluctuation, held a unique sparkle as she secretly glanced at Yulian.
Yulian didn't notice this strange expression, and after saying, "Okay, thank you Fern!", he went upstairs.
How could I not know Dragufil?
He is my most prized disciple!
Heiter pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his eyes containing a faint glimmer of light.
It's just that he was too upright and simple, not suitable to take over the church. To protect him, I had no choice but to expel him from the sect...
I just didn't expect it, I didn't expect that he would still be used to become the Holy City's City Lord, even surpassing the church in momentum and managing the Holy City in perfect order...
Perhaps it really was my problem back then; I shouldn't have underestimated him!
My dearest and most prized disciple!
"Grandpa Heiter."
"Time for bed."
Fern had been watching Heiter for a while and, seeing that Heiter was slow to move, couldn't help but start urging him.
"Ho ho—"
"Okay, I'll go to sleep now."
"Fern, you should also rest early."
Heiter gently rubbed Fern's head and slowly walked towards the stairs.
Upstairs, there was faint lighting, so even though it was late at night, he wouldn't be unable to see the way.
Yulian even found his room by feel, without really looking at the path.
What Yulian found hard to understand was—as soon as he burrowed under the covers, he discovered there was someone else in the bed!
An overwhelming fragrance, even breathing sounds, a warm blanket, and a stiff—Yulian!
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