I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 104

“What kind of plan is this?” Sein couldn’t help but complain, sweat pouring down his face. He remained in a kneeling position, facing Fern, looking as if he had just escaped death.

It was truly dangerous!

He was scared to death.

[Hahahahaha! Stark just dropped down without cushioning, huh?]

[It looks like his pants got a tear.]

[He can’t even speak clearly, hahahaha!]

Night fell.

At night, the horses were tied to trees, chewing on the grass on the ground.

[They can still eat grass normally, they seem mentally fine, and the horses’ emotions are so stable…]

“The horses only sustained minor injuries, and their treatment is complete,” Sein’s voice rang out.

“But the carriage is unusable; it needs to be repaired.”

[Goodness, hahahaha, treat the horses first.]

[Horse: I’ll eat a few bites to calm my nerves, my horse life was worth it.]

[Wise! Without horses, you’d have to pull the carriage yourselves, hahahaha!]

“I apologize.” Frieren sat on the edge of the carriage with her eyes closed, sincerely apologizing to everyone.

The five of them gathered together, with Frieren in the center, and Sein and the young merchant standing to her left.

The young merchant sincerely expressed his gratitude: “On the contrary, I am very grateful to you.”

“If it weren’t for you, I would probably be dead.”

He knew very well that without Frieren, if he had encountered such a monster on his own, he would have been shattered into pieces long ago.

Fern sat on a stone next to a large tree on the right side, while Stark stood with his arms crossed next to the tree, his great axe leaning against it.

“This carriage will take some time to repair,” Stark said with a sigh.

They would have to stay here for a few days.

This area was a dense forest. With their luggage, it would take a long time to reach the next town without a carriage.

The camera moved up.

Next to the treetops, a few stars twinkled in the deep blue night sky.

The sky brightened, and it was daytime.

Background music started, a spirited little tune.

[Get excited! Time to get to work!]

Fern pushed the carriage wheel with both hands and found another wheel nearby.

Stark, on the other hand, took off his clothes and carried a stack of firewood on one shoulder.

The young merchant was by the carriage, repairing the tent on it.

Sein was just standing by, spaced out.

[The monk is slacking off!]

[A seasoned professional at work.]

Inside the carriage.

Frieren knelt inside the carriage, tidying the suitcase in front of her, checking her belongings.

Since they fell from a high altitude, she wasn’t sure what might have been lost.

Many things were still there.

‘Huh?’ Frieren blinked, realizing something was wrong. “Strange…”

“Where did it go…” Frieren lowered her eyes, seemingly in thought.

[Fufu seems a bit down.]

[Ah, the ring is lost.]

[It was a gift from Himmel!]

[Wuwu, it’s lost, hurry and find it.]

To the side.

Stark hung his red cotton robe on a tree branch.

‘Scratch, scratch,’ Stark held a wood saw, while Sein pressed down on the wood on the log.

The two of them worked together to saw a thicker piece of wood.

“It’s getting warmer recently.”

Fern walked over, holding a basket of bread, and agreed: “It’s time to sort out the seasonal clothes.”

“Speaking of which.” Sein turned his head and saw Fern placing the bread on the huge log.

“Fern, this bracelet of yours is…”

Fern looked down at her wrist and replied: “Yes.”

“This was a birthday gift from Mr. Stark.”

Fern said this while turning her wrist.

[Fern isn’t avoiding Sein, huh.]

[It’s because Sein knows what she’s thinking.]

“He chose for a whole three hours,” Stark closed his eyes, helplessly tapping his shoulder with the wooden stick in his hand.

Sein turned his head and looked at Stark, “In the end.”

“Stark chose it?”

[Sein’s gossipy expression.]

“Because I asked him to help me choose,” Fern looked at Stark and explained to Sein.

Sein heard this and let out an ‘Ah~~’ teasingly, seemingly understanding something.

“I see…”

[A token of love, isn’t it?]

Sein put an arm around Stark’s shoulder.

He led him aside, closed his eyes, and complained weakly: “You suffered, Stark.”

Stark let out an ‘Mm’.

Their expressions were very similar.

“The most tormenting ones are like this.”

Behind them.

Fern looked speechlessly at the two who hadn’t gone far, clearly hearing their words, and was visibly displeased.

[(ᗜ_ᗜ)(￣ー￣)(￣ー￣）]

[Fern: I heard that.]

Stark agreed.

At the same time, he remembered how he and Fern had visited several jewelry stores.

At each jewelry store, Stark would try picking up a decent-looking piece of jewelry.

When he held a necklace in his hand, he would look at Fern, “Is this okay?”

Stark had a sweaty face, frowning in thought, looking back and forth between Fern and the necklace.

Thinking of this.

“I looked at her expression for three hours,” Stark complained to Sein.

“I felt like death…”

“How pitiful…” Sein sighed, feeling as if he had experienced it himself.

Fern stared directly at the two who were huddled together, whispering secrets without even bothering to go far away.

“I heard everything,” Fern frowned, puffing out her cheeks.

Couldn’t these two walk a little further away to whisper?

[Question: Which one do you want? Answer: Whatever. Question: …]

[Before, when Fern wore the bracelet, Stark shrunk his neck and glanced at Fern, so that’s what it was about.]

“However,” Stark said, “seeing that she liked it, it was worth it.”

Fern’s eyes widened. After hearing this, she couldn’t help but look at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

A happy smile suddenly appeared on her face.

[Ah, a little sweet.]

[I’m shipping them.]

Sein patted Stark’s back and praised: “I didn’t expect you to be quite capable, Stark.”

“I thought you were clueless.”

‘Huh?’ Stark was confused, not understanding what Sein was saying for a moment.

The camera cut to Fern’s left wrist, showing the silver bracelet. The bracelet itself was engraved with crescent patterns, with a three-petaled, two-leaved flower in the center.

The design was very unique and beautiful.

“That pattern is the Mirror Lotus,” Sein said.

“Its flower language is eternal love.”

Sein narrowed his eyes and said to Stark with a mischievous smile: “In this area, that’s a gift for lovers!”

Lovers??

Immediately.

Stark bristled, his whole body in a panic.

[Sein really knows his stuff.]