I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 092

Frieren clenched her fist and rested her chin on it, pondering, “So that means…”

“Even when Heiter was hit by a potent poison arrow that could knock out a dragon, he was still lively…”

She recalled how, back then, Heiter had been poisoned with a massive dose.

In the image, Heiter had three arrows stuck in his back, his expression resolute. Behind him, Heiter’s hands trembled, his mouth wide open, and his brow furrowed in horror.

“It scared Heiter quite a bit.”

[Heiter: His face screams invincibility.]

[Once endurance is activated, life or death is anyone’s guess.]

“Right?” Stark, hearing about his master’s feat from back then, smiled and looked at Frieren.

[First, just think about how impressive it is for an arrow to even pierce Heiter’s defense!]

[Stark, what do you mean ‘right’? Your master is a dwarf, you’re a human. He can withstand it, but can you?]

“No.” Fern frowned. “If it scared people so much, then Mr. Heiter should be the strange one.”

“And…” Fern stood up. “According to Mr. Heiter, twenty percent of adventurers’ deaths are due to poisoning.”

[Fern really stands up for Heiter.]

“Let’s go quickly.”

Frieren and Stark both looked at Fern. Fern was correcting their incorrect notions, seemingly speaking up for Heiter.

The scene shifted.

Frieren and Fern used flight magic. Frieren was holding Stark by the collar, and Fern was carrying Frieren’s luggage behind them.

“It’s really fine,” Stark squinted, hanging suspended in the air.

Frieren didn’t respond.

Soon, they returned to the village they had encountered before.

“It’s already too late.”

Inside the church, a man declared.

The man with round glasses frowned, his face grim, and said, “In a few hours, the brain will begin to dissolve and flow out of the nose…”

“Then die.”

The priest’s expression and words were too terrifying; Fern and Frieren were already trembling.

“That’s terrifying,” Stark was so scared he was about to cry, “Awoo-woo.”

[Ah! What a vicious poison.]

[Prepare for the funeral. When’s the feast? 2333]

[Frieren’s expression is back to =w= from being scared.]

“Is there no solution, Father?” Fern asked anxiously. Frieren and Stark beside her were both trembling.

“Originally, it could only be treated in the early stages of poisoning,” the priest explained, “But my brother might have a way.”

[Ah, where is the brother?]

Just as he spoke, the door behind the priest opened. The man who had previously fallen into the swamp looked at the priest and asked, “Brother, do you have time?”

“The new basin is too small,” the man held a small wooden basin, only palm-sized, in his hand.

“Our family is poor,” the priest said.

[Is that what you call a washbasin?]

The man held the palm-sized wooden basin and looked at it, “It’s not that bad.”

“Only our family would be so poor that even a washbasin is smaller than a palm.”

“Let’s not talk about that for now.”

“Sein, take a look at these people,” the priest turned his head, extended his hand palm upward, pointed at the three of them, and spoke to his brother.

Sein turned his head and noticed the three people standing in the church, “Huh?”

“Brother, it’s them,” Sein said to his priest brother, “They’re the ones who saved me.”

Sein walked over to Stark, “What’s wrong? Bitten by a snake?”

“Didn’t I tell you to be careful…”

[For some reason, this person seems a bit good.]

Sein reached out, and a green light instantly shone.

Under this healing spell, Stark’s originally listless face brightened. He opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, realizing that his body no longer felt so uncomfortable.

“Now, we’re even,” Sein turned his face and said to Stark before leaving.

“Brother, I’m going to help in the plaza,” Sein said to his priest brother, his back to him, preparing to leave the church.

“Mm,” the priest brother responded, watching Sein leave the church.

“Nosebleed… it really stopped…” Stark habitually touched his nose.

Fern walked forward, “The poison’s reaction has also disappeared.”

She saw Stark’s condition had recovered.

[Mission accomplished, time to leave.jpg]

[A kind of intense beauty.]

[Mischievous Frieren: Coach, I want to learn that!]

[Seeing healing magic, guess who I thought of? (smirk)]

“Father, that person…” Frieren became interested when she saw the healing spell Sein used.

“What do you think of my brother’s situation?” The priest stepped forward and asked Frieren.

Frieren scrutinized the priest, “You wear a holy seal around your neck. The Holy Capital only bestows it upon the most outstanding priests in each region.”

“As an expert in recovery,” Frieren looked at the priest, “you’ve already declared this an incurable disease, yet he could heal it instantly.”

Frieren looked towards the church entrance, “He is a born genius.”

“Indeed, Lady Frieren can see it,” the priest sighed.

“You know me?” Frieren was a little surprised.

This person actually knew her?

“Because Bishop Heiter mentioned you to me,” the priest explained to Frieren, reaching up to touch his emblem.

“This holy seal was given to me by Bishop Heiter when he came here from the Holy Capital for an inspection.”

[He’s actually met Heiter!]

[Heiter is an Archbishop~~]

[This village is full of hidden talents.]

[Heiter’s true apprentice has appeared?]

“Even so, I am ultimately just a rural monk.” The priest’s eyes drooped as he touched the holy seal pinned to his chest, seeing the wrinkles already appearing around his eyes.

He sighed, “The only thing worth being proud of is this holy seal.”

The holy seal was a round medal with a pair of wings carved in the center.

[Heiter has so much prestige.]

[Heiter is already a Grand Archbishop of the Kingdom!]

“However,” the priest frowned, worried about his brother, “Sein’s talent far surpasses mine.”

“Our parents passed away quite early.”

“I raised Sein, who is much younger than me, by myself.”

The scene switched.

The priest was still young, anxiously leaning out of the church’s lookout tower window, nervously watching Sein, who had already climbed to the top of the spire, hugging an angel wing statue, and raising his arm forward.

“He often said when he was young that he wanted to become an adventurer.”

The priest said to Frieren, “He didn’t want to become a mundane rural monk like me, repeating the same daily routine.”

“When he said these words, his eyes were full of dreams and hope.” The priest could still recall the expression on Sein’s face when he said those words.

“But,” the priest changed his tone, frowning with worry, “he is exactly like me when I was young now.”

“Life must be very boring for him.”

The priest turned to Frieren and pleaded, “Could I ask you to take that child away from this village?”

“He must have been looking for someone to give him a push,” the priest thought of his brother, a smile in his eyes.

[Oh! New teammate.]

[NPC issues companion quest: Recruit a monk~]

[A true monk has arrived, just need a hero to complete the party.]

[So, Frieren’s position is now the hero? There can’t be two mages in the party, haha.]

[Hidden Hero: Frieren.]

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