I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 093

【Good heavens, so that means they’re all geniuses, this team.】

Frieren looked into the distance, pondering the priest’s suggestion.

The scene switched.

Night had fallen, and Frieren’s trio rested in the village.

Three thatched-roof huts, built with brick and mud, still had lights on in their windows.

“I’m in favor, Frieren,” Stark’s voice came, he had no objections to the matter.

Inside the hut.

Frieren sat cross-legged on a bed, hands clasped over her knees.

Beside her, Fern stood by the window, munching on a piece of bread.

She and Stark were between two beds.

【Fat Fern eating a big bun, as usual.】

“What’s there to be troubled about?” Stark asked, sitting backwards on a chair, his expression puzzled.

Both of them saw the worried look on Frieren’s face.

‘Hmm…’ Frieren sighed.

Seeing this.

“I don’t want to experience brain matter coming out of my nose again,” Stark said, leaning on the back of the chair, trying to convince Frieren that having a priest in their team would be a good thing for them.

“Indeed,” Fern swallowed her bread.

She also thought it was a good idea, and said, “It would be much more reassuring to have a priest traveling with us from now on.”

“Lady Frieren, is there something you’re dissatisfied with?”

Fern could also see that Frieren was so worried she was hugging her knees and constantly pulling at her hair.

‘Hmm…’ Frieren hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.

Seeing this.

Fern couldn’t understand; she had never seen Frieren so hesitant.

“Perhaps it’s… an aversion to one’s own kind?”

As Frieren spoke, her eyes were downcast, her lips pouted, and she awkwardly tugged at her hair.

【What an awkward daikon, lol.】

“What are you talking about?” Stark frowned.

He clearly didn’t understand what Frieren was worried about.

“Anyway,” Stark stepped over the chair, preparing to leave, having made up his mind, “Even if I go alone, I’ll drag him into the team.”

After the poisoning incident, Stark felt that the team was full of holes without a healing priest.

Fern opened her mouth, a little surprised to see Stark had already left.

It was already night; was Stark going to invite someone to join the team at this hour?

Listening to Stark close the door and his footsteps fading away, Frieren was also a bit surprised.

Both looked at the door.

“Where are you going to drag him from?” Frieren asked in surprise.

“Apparently, Mr. Sein is always at the tavern downstairs,” Fern knew the information, having found out about Sein’s whereabouts while with Stark during the day.

“Eh…?” Frieren’s mood became even more complicated after hearing that.

【Pfft, a tavern? Huh? A priest?】

【Sure enough, another boozing monk?!】

【History always repeats itself, Frieren is going to cry~】

【Frieren and Heiter used to be rivals, is this aversion to one’s own kind?】

【Excellent matching mechanism.】

【Is this considered a legacy (?)】

The scene switched.

Inside the tavern.

Stark arrived at the tavern, where three people were playing cards at a round table.

Sein, facing him, had cards spread out in his hand, with a wine glass by his side.

“Wine…”

“Smoke…” He observed Sein at the table, surrounded by smoke.

“Gambling…” Gold coins were also laid out on the table.

“You’re a priest, yet you don’t keep the precepts at all, do you?” Stark blurted out, complaining.

He remembered the precepts for priests, which forbade these activities.

“We’re just bonding,” Sein said with a smile.

【Heiter, enhanced version?!】

【Good heavens, this is inheritance and development.】

【Heiter’s spiritual disciple.】

【He’s indeed a boozing monk.】

【Could Frieren be thinking of Heiter, hesitating because of past events?】

【Is it possible that Frieren doesn’t want to form the same team as eighty years ago, because those are memories belonging to just the four of them?】

“Kid, want to try too?” Sein said playfully.

He even invited Stark to try, to experience the joys of being a man.

“My name is Stark,” he said to Sein, “We’re looking for a priest.”

Stark’s expression had been somewhat happy before entering, but now, seeing Sein, it became a little downcast.

This priest didn’t seem very reliable either, did he?

“Can you join us?” Stark asked, bracing himself.

He had come all this way.

He had promised to bring Sein into the team.

Sein thought Stark was joking: “You’re kidding, right?”

“I’m the priest of this village.”

“How could I go on an adventure…”

As Sein said this, he paused, rested his hand on his chin, thought for a moment, and then suddenly changed his mind: “No…”

“This could also be a kind of fun.”

Then.

“Sit down, Stark,” Sein invited, looking up. There were four chairs at the table, and one was empty.

“If you beat me, I’ll join you.”

Hearing Sein’s words, Stark’s spirits lifted, “Really?”

Sein nodded, “Yes, really.”

【[Sein] has sent a card game challenge to [Stark].】

Stark’s previously gloomy expression turned into a smile.

The scene turned black.

Immediately after, Stark’s scream was heard—

“Nooo…”

Inside the village room.

Fern, who was reading a magic book, suddenly looked up, noticing the sound.

Fern turned to look at Frieren, who was already asleep on the other bed in the room, and pulled back the covers.

“Lady Frieren.”

“Mr. Stark’s screams are coming from downstairs…”

Fern walked over, reaching out to wake Frieren.

‘Hmm…’ Frieren was clearly sleeping soundly, groaning when Fern shook her.

The camera moved to the village.

In the alley.

The sound of quick footsteps echoed. Fern followed the sound, running quickly.

Behind her, Frieren, already dressed, also ran through the alley.

【She actually got up, I thought Frieren would keep sleeping.】

‘Mmm-hmm-hmm-woo-woo-woo—’

Turning a corner, Fern heard Stark’s sad crying.

Then.

She saw Stark, completely naked except for white boxer briefs, lying on the ground, sobbing, tears streaming down his face and pooling on the ground.

Fern’s eyes widened.

She was shocked by the sight.

“All his clothes have been stripped off,” Fern exclaimed in surprise, “That’s too much… who did this…”

Fern’s voice was clearly a little flustered.

Stark, kneeling on the ground with his face buried, was still crying ‘woo-woo’.

Frieren watched Stark on the ground with wide eyes.

【Stark is so miserable, hahaha.】

“Don’t blame me.”

At that moment, Sein’s voice came from behind.

Fern and Frieren turned to look and saw Sein, also without clothes, leaning against the wall.

“Adults are just dirty,” Sein said, eyes closed, his naked body clearly showing his eight-pack abs and well-built muscles, his voice intoxicated.

Fern was even more surprised, “All his clothes were stripped off.”

The background music at this point was extremely amusing.

“Only the village chief won…” Sein’s tone was incredibly disappointed, complaining about the results of the card game in the tavern.

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