I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 113

Facing Lord Olldenn’s unyielding attitude, Frieren spoke up to remind him, “He is the vanguard of my party.”

Emphasizing her relationship with Stark.

How could he not have the right to question?

Lord Olldenn scrutinized Frieren for a moment, then turned his head. “Stark.”

“Do you need your mom’s permission to talk to me?”

[Pfft, this lord calling Frieren Stark’s mom, I’m dying of laughter.]

[Sharp-tongued…]

[Yes (immediate answer)!!!]

Stark lowered his head, softly pleading, “Don’t argue.”

Lord Olldenn crossed his hands, resting them on his knee where his leg was propped up.

“I have a personal request, and the reward will be substantial.”

The conversation got to the point.

Lord Olldenn appraised Stark, attempting to persuade the young man with the promised reward.

After hearing him out, Frieren stood up. “Absurd. Let’s go, Stark.”

At this moment,

Fern’s heart tightened. She opened her coin pouch and called out to Frieren.

“Lady Frieren…”

Fern tilted her coin pouch, pouring all the coins into her palm.

She held out her hand for Frieren to see.

[Could it be, this is all the travel money left?]

Frieren turned and leaned in to look. There were six copper coins in Fern’s hand.

“What do these copper coins mean?”

Sein closed his eyes, swallowing the tea in his mouth.

“She said it’s our travel money.”

With his reminder, Frieren understood. She looked at the lord.

“It wouldn’t hurt to hear what you have to say.”

[Haha, short on cash, might as well listen.]

[Able to bend and stretch.]

[Fern: Mom! We’re out of food! T_T]

[“It’s said to be our travel money.”]

“Frieren…” Stark’s voice was low, clearly unwilling to stay here any longer.

Just get him out of here…

[Stark-baby always looks so wronged and pitiful, hahaha.]

[The Moon and Sixpence.]

[There’s an old saying in Huaxia—a wise man knows how to adapt.]

[The great mage can bend and stretch.]

The scene shifted.

In the hallway.

The floor was reflective, and sunlight streamed through the arched floor-to-ceiling windows.

The butler led the way, with Lord Olldenn and Stark, and Frieren following behind.

They walked forward.

Clop-clop-clop— footsteps echoed in the hallway.

“Stark, where’s your hometown?” Lord Olldenn asked Stark, who was behind him.

“Warrior’s Village in the Kure region of the Central Nations.”

“Is that so?” Lord Olldenn said after hearing. “My family was originally a member of that village too.”

Stark was somewhat surprised, his eyes looking at Lord Olldenn.

[So they’re distant relatives?]

[I knew they looked a bit similar, turns out they really are related.]

Stark lowered his head, his face tinged with sadness.

[Ah! Stark’s hometown is already…]

[These are his few remaining distant relatives…]

Out of the hallway,

They arrived at the central staircase of the mansion’s main hall.

There was a huge hanging painting above it.

It was as tall as five or six people.

Everyone looked up at the painting.

“This is my eldest son, Wilt.” Lord Olldenn introduced the person in the painting from the side of the stairs.

The portrait in the painting had reddish-brown hair, and he was young, wearing military rank noble attire.

A proud smile played on his lips.

“He is my heir, the hero of this city.” Lord Olldenn walked to the other side, stopping to look up at his son in the painting.

Seeing this painting,

“He looks a lot like Mr. Stark,” Fern also felt that the two had a few similarities in appearance.

“Exactly alike,” Sein also said.

Lord Olldenn spoke, “As long as he’s dressed up, outsiders can’t tell the difference.”

[His brother? (They really look alike)]

[Holy cow, isn’t that his brother?]

[Wow, this lord’s hair is very detailed. Red-haired people don’t get white hair but fade with age?]

Frieren sensed Lord Olldenn’s meaning. “Does this have anything to do with the request?”

Lord Olldenn lowered his head. “A month ago.”

“We fought a great battle with the demons.”

“Wilt died then.” Lord Olldenn closed his eyes, concealing the emotions within them.

“He and the enemy general perished together.”

The scene switched.

It was a rainy night.

Lord Olldenn was drenched, his head bowed in sorrow, holding the young red-haired man who had closed his eyes in his arms.

His eldest son, Wilt.

“Luckily, it was an unusually large-scale melee.”

Behind them was a chaotic battlefield, with particles of dissipated demons still scattering in the air.

The white-haired butler also stood by.

[To perish with a demon general is already a strong feat.]

[His son is really strong. I remember Frieren, a thousand years ago, also nearly died after fighting with all her might to eliminate one.]

[Truly strong.]

“Only this Gabel and a few of my trusted confidants knew of Wilt’s death.”

Lord Olldenn looked at the white-haired butler.

The butler bowed politely to everyone.

Frieren and Fern looked at the butler, seemingly understanding Lord Olldenn’s intention.

The group walked through the hallway again, and Frieren spoke to confirm, “What do you want Stark to do?”

Lord Olldenn stopped.

The music also became long and sorrowful.

Through the arched window, Lord Olldenn looked outside.

“This fortress city, Frelich, is the defense hub of this region.”

Below the mansion were many residential houses.

“Before the lost forces recover, morale cannot be allowed to suffer.”

Hearing Lord Olldenn’s words,

Sein also looked out the window, understanding the lord’s plan.

“You want to hide your son’s death until then…”

[Keep the death a secret, stabilize morale!]

[So calm. He’s grieving his son but still remembers his duty…]

[A bit admirable, this general is dedicated to protecting the residents.]

[Sad, losing his beloved son but still having to remain rational and plan.]

“Three months from now, a social banquet will be held, gathering all the dignitaries of this region.”

Lord Olldenn began to explain.

In the scene, images of nobles dancing and socializing at a banquet appeared.

“I want to show at the banquet that Wilt is still alive.”

Upon hearing this,

Frieren asked, “What about the reward?”

“Ten Strahl gold coins.”

Fern leaned in to remind her, “That’s enough for three meals with dessert for an entire year.”

Frieren listened intently.

[Fern’s effective conversion method for Frieren.jpg]

[Accountant Eggplant, hahaha.]

[(Such a curious conversion)]

“And a grimoire,” Frieren added her request.

Fern looked at Frieren with a complicated expression.

[Never forgetting her roots, the old lady who loves grimoires.]

[Fern loves desserts, Frieren loves grimoires.]

[She really loves grimoires, I’m crying.]

Lord Olldenn turned, generously stating, “You can pick any one from the library and take it.”