I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 095

“It wasn’t me who did it, it was the village chief,” Sein said, his voice filled with resignation.

Back in their room.

“Gamblers are the worst,” Frieren said, her voice clearly angry, as she harshly scolded Stark.

“I’m sorry,” Stark said, dressed in a tight black undershirt, his voice low in apology.

Frieren’s little face puffed up with anger.

“What’s more,” Frieren said, her cheeks puffed out, “Mr. Sein is a monk.”

[Puffed cheeks.jpg.]

[Help, God, how is she so cute!?!?!?]

[Both of them are so cute.]

[Is part of the reason Frieren is angry because Sein is a monk?]

“What’s wrong with a monk who drinks?” Frieren asked Frieren, sitting on the bed.

“You don’t know, Ms. Frieren?” Frieren turned her head, her eyes seeming to sparkle. She smiled and said, “Alcohol is the chief of all medicines.”

Hearing Frieren’s words, Frieren also looked helpless.

“What kind of nonsense did Heiter teach people?”

[Heiter corrupted Frieren, haha.]

“Whether to take him as a companion or not, let’s not discuss that yet,” Frieren said, lowering her head in thought. “I think Sein should become an adventurer.”

Frieren thought of what Sein had said and his later dejected look, both of which were very similar to her past self.

“You’re so cooperative now, you weren’t like this before,” Stark noticed Frieren’s change in attitude.

He was a little surprised.

Frieren also turned to look at her.

“I just think it’s good to occasionally give someone a push,” Frieren said, looking down at the ground, her eyes unfocused, as if thinking of the past.

Someone had given her a push back then.

“Just like Hero Himmel did…”

[Actually, Frieren also hoped that someone had given her a push back then, right? Is she celebrating it?]

The scene switched.

Frieren and her two companions looked for Sein every day.

Sein was squatting on the thatched roof, tying ribbons.

Frieren, Frieren, and Stark watched him from below.

“These adventurers seem to have decided to stay in the village for a while,” Sein’s voice sounded.

It was like an autobiography.

“Since that day, they’ve been trying to persuade me to join almost every day.”

Sein was helping the villagers push a cart loaded with vegetables, and he could see the three of them waving to him.

When moving fruit, he could also see the three of them helping beside him.

Familiar scene.

Frieren’s face was gloomy as she looked at the two stripped naked people squatting in the corner.

Stark collapsed on the ground crying, and Sein was silent.

“Even if I tried my best to persuade them to give up… it was useless.”

[I’m dying of laughter, they’re stripped naked again, hahaha.]

[Frieren: Stark, is your skin itching again?]

[Stark: This person is unreasonable, I’ll just win against him in gambling!]

“Their eyes were full of hope and dreams, just like his back then.”

“Inviting me on an adventure.”

The voice in his memory was very familiar, “Just a quick trip around the northern countries.”

His companions back then had said to him, “We’ll be back by the harvest festival in three years.”

The gorilla said to Sein at the time, “If you’re not ready… then we’ll talk about it then.”

“Let’s set off on the next adventure together.”

The background music was full of memories.

Sein thought:

“Every time they invited me, I would think… Why are they still looking for me now?”

[Self-isolated Frieren probably thought the same way back then, right?]

“Now, they are too dazzling for me.”

[Dazzling? Are they saying Frieren was once Hero Himmel’s teammate?]

[Bishop Heiter was Frieren’s teammate, the archbishop who awarded his brother a badge. He’s an unattainable figure, Sein must be thinking that, right?]

“Sein’s preferences…” Inside the church, the priest pondered and spoke.

Seeing Frieren and her two companions come to the church to ask about his brother’s situation, the priest saw Frieren tell him:

“We’re stuck in a rut and want to use it as a reference.”

[A difficult teammate to invite.]

“Let me think…” The priest saw that Frieren still hadn’t been able to persuade his brother.

His brother’s preferences were nothing more than—

“Alcohol, tobacco, gambling…”

[I’m already laughing.]

“I know all of these,” Frieren said, sitting on a long pew in the church, looking up at the sky helplessly.

“Is that guy really a monk?” Stark asked the priest from behind, with his arms crossed.

“Sure enough, Mr. Heiter is a proper monk,” Frieren said, recalling Heiter with a smile on her face.

[“Proper monk”]

[Frieren really has a strong filter for Heiter.]

[Heiter: Haha, not at all, it’s all thanks to my peers.]

Frieren also crossed her arms, “What exactly is a proper monk…”

“And…” The priest racked his brains and remembered what Sein had said, “He likes older women.”

Stark frowned, “Isn’t that a playboy monk?”

Frieren’s eyes were not good.

[Heiter: No comparison, no harm.]

[He’s a MILF-lover?]

“Older women, huh…” Frieren closed her eyes in thought.

Her age was indeed much older than Sein’s.

“Even with information, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Huh?” Frieren was stunned, “What’s wrong?”

She noticed Stark and Frieren were both looking at her.

“Ah,” Frieren reacted, “Oh right.”

[There seems to be one who is over a thousand years old.]

[A thousand-year-old elf…]

[Little Frieren is an older little sister.]

At this moment.

Sein opened the door and called out, “Brother.”

“This newly bought sickle is too small.”

Sein held a sickle that was only the length of his index finger.

“If it’s like this, I can’t even cut grass…”

[Miniature enthusiasts rejoice?]

[Hahahaha this miniature sickle, I have to say, maybe brother is very suitable for making figurines, he’s quite good at grasping proportions, pfft—]

[Is it a razor?]

“Uh…” Sein then saw the three people beside his brother, “It’s you again.”

Frieren stood with her arms crossed, and the three of them looked at Sein together.

Clang—

The three were stunned, and Sein directly closed the door and left.

“Wait, Sein,” Stark called out to him.

“You’re still here,” Sein said, turning back and complaining.

“Listen to me,” Stark ran up to Sein and put his arm around his shoulder, hooking him in.

Afraid that he would run away.

“I said, don’t make me repeat myself too many times,” Sein said helplessly, “Find someone else.”

“Sein…” Stark cupped his hand over his mouth and whispered, “Do you want to travel with an older woman?”

[Honey trap?]

“Are you stupid?” Sein said with a smile, looking at Stark, “I wanted to be an adventurer because of this when I was a kid.”

Stark was speechless, “That’s too ulterior.”

Sein’s attitude did a complete 180-degree turn.

“So, where is she?”

Stark pulled his arm back.

Sein turned back and asked, “Where is the older woman you’re talking about?”

Before Stark could speak, he heard Frieren call out:

“Here I am, Sein.”