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The robed priest put down the bouquet, opened the wine bottle, and sat silently beside the grey-black tombstone, drinking in small sips.
His eyes were full of deep meaning as he gently stroked every inscription on the tombstone.
That was his name, proof that he had once existed.
Priest - Heiter's Tomb.
"Someone is here, Bishop."
A figure flashed, and a priest instantly appeared beside Idekel.
"It's time to go..."
"Teacher," After Idekel gently stroked the tombstone one last time, he slowly poured the excellent wine in his hand before the tombstone.
The wine was finished, the people departed.
By the time Yulian and the others arrived, there was no sign of anyone in front of the tombstone.
At this moment, only fresh flowers were quietly placed before the tombstone, indicating that someone had been here.
"Someone was here."
Frieren glanced indifferently in the direction Idekel had left before her gaze returned to the tombstone.
"After all, Heiter was also a highly respected priest."
Yulian smiled faintly.
"It would be strange if no one had come to pay their respects."
"Fern."
Yulian gently patted Fern beside him.
"Mm!"
After responding, Fern placed the fresh bouquet together with the earlier bouquet.
"Take a good look, we don't know when we'll be back after this departure."
Heiter had passed away, and Frieren planned to embark on a journey to visit Aize, as Heiter had said.
As his disciple, Fern naturally followed along.
As for Yulian and Flenna, they didn't want to separate from the two for now either.
Even if they were possible future enemies, for now, these two were still among their few friends!
After Yulian finished speaking, he found a small raised patch of grass behind him and sat down.
Even with pain, everyone's pain is different.
When faced with the sudden passing of someone close, some people become calm after intense grief, only revealing sadness when they think of them unexpectedly.
Yulian was such a person.
"Here!"
Frieren opened the fine wine she had given Heiter, which Heiter never had the chance to drink, and after a pause, slowly poured it all over Heiter's tombstone.
The sound of "gulp, gulp, gulp" rang out, as if Heiter was drinking heavily and painfully.
Drinking and praising Frieren's good intentions!
Frieren.
If I die and you come to visit me, remember to pour me a pot of good wine, hehe!
A prophecy came true, turning into reality.
The wine was finished. After Frieren gazed at the tombstone for a while, she gently patted Fern's shoulder.
"Let's go."
"Aren't you going to look a bit longer?"
Yulian was slightly surprised.
It's only been a few minutes?
It feels like I just sat down!
"The deceased are gone, but the living still have their own things to do."
Frieren said indifferently, as if she wasn't among the people who had been crying profusely just a few days ago.
"What about Fern?"
Yulian nodded gently, thinking it made a lot of sense.
But Yulian still wanted to ask for Fern's opinion in the end.
"I'm fine, Yulian," Fern pursed her lips, forcing a smile.
"Mistress Frieren, and Miss Flenna."
Fern's gaze shifted between the three of them, one by one.
"Thank you for your help, which allowed Grandpa Heiter to leave peacefully in his final days."
After Fern seriously bowed to the three, she looked at Frieren again.
"I'm very grateful to Mistress Frieren for taking me as her disciple!"
"Fern~"
Yulian smiled faintly, feeling somewhat relieved.
Originally, he was worried that Fern wouldn't be able to move past the shadow of Heiter's death, but it seemed he had worried too much.
Fern is a very strong person!
"I was just tricked by Heiter."
Frieren turned her head away, her gaze evasive, puffing out her cheeks and speaking with feigned dissatisfaction.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't want any trouble..."
"Mm-hmm!"
"But I'm still very grateful to Mistress Frieren!"
Fern's face was beaming with a smile, her arms crossed, standing in the wind.
The breeze blew, lifting her smooth long hair.
Standing gracefully, the feeling of having Fern growing up at home suddenly came over him.
Yulian just felt that Fern at this moment was bathed in light, becoming dazzling.
Fern, you've grown up.
Era of Humans, Year 26.
The Mage Frieren, taking Fern, Yulian, and Flenna, embarked on a journey to the land of the dwarves, arriving in the Tak region.
"Collecting pumpkins?"
Frieren nodded, considering it an acceptance of the male villager's request in front of her.
Seeing this, Yulian naturally pushed the villager's small farm cart and followed Frieren.
It was a very normal and common task assignment, and the reward was naturally far from generous.
"Mistress Frieren, it's just folk Magic."
"Do we really have to do something so... ordinary?"
Fern raised the question, but Frieren just smiled and didn't answer.
It was already late afternoon when they arrived at the pumpkin patch.
Fern and Frieren were responsible for collecting the pumpkins, while Yulian was just responsible for pushing the cart. Due to the time constraint, they didn't chat and quickly got busy.
(Referring to Frieren and Fern working hard, while Yulian was leaning in the shade of a tree, letting Flenna emit ice and snow aura around the tree, resting against a fruit tree.)
Flenna was resting within the mark.
As the saying goes, if she, with her exquisite beauty, were to appear before everyone, they would likely only feel that she was out of place with everything around her.
Seeing her as a lost princess from the common folk.
Too conspicuous.
"Don't we have other requests?"
Finally, after the last pumpkin was placed in the cart.
Fern couldn't help but ask for the second time.
"Mistress Frieren, why did you agree to collect pumpkins?"
"Picking pumpkins is also a request."
Frieren smiled faintly.
"As long as it's a request, whether ordinary or difficult, shouldn't we accept it?"
If the previous was Frieren's more official statement, then the following is likely Frieren's true thoughts.
"Besides, this time it's new Magic that can produce warm tea,"
"I was quite interested, so I agreed."
Frieren hesitated for a moment and spoke the truth.
=ω=
"I see..."
Fern nodded, feeling a bit like laughing and crying at the same time. If that was the case, it seemed not entirely unacceptable.
However, Yulian hesitated for a moment before cautiously reminding Fern.
"Fern," Yulian's gaze became serious, which was rare, and he looked at Fern.
Fern also nodded seriously, preparing to listen intently to Yulian's upcoming words.
"Although it's only right to accept requests and receive rewards,"
"But helping those in need, isn't that also one of the reasons we became adventurers?"
"If we were to ignore people in need based on whether the request's reward is good or bad, wouldn't we be letting ourselves down, and letting down our identity as adventurers?"
"So, that's how it is..."
Fern was stunned for a moment.
The meaning of adventurers embarking on journeys?
Fern lowered her head, half understanding, and after thinking for a moment, she nodded seriously.
"I understand, Mr. Yulian!"
"It's good that you understand, but also be careful not to let ill-intentioned people take advantage of you."
Yulian breathed a sigh of relief.
Originally, Yulian was worried that Fern wouldn't understand this idea of being happy to help others, but seeing the bright light in Fern's eyes, Yulian couldn't help but show a relieved smile.
This child has been smart since childhood!
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