I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 120

On the screen.

The ground was planted with many orange, thriving carrots.

The carrot leaves slowly stood upright. In the farmland, several rows of carrots were neatly pulled out of the soil by an invisible force.

Making a ‘thump…’ sound.

Frieren waved her staff, controlling these carrots to fall into the wooden box held by Sein.

[All carrots, stand up!]

[Who developed this harvesting magic? Mages are sometimes really idle…]

[Sein, I’m familiar with this magic. I was pulled out of the swamp like this back then…]

[Convenient magic.]

The background music also became lighthearted.

A villager nearby also put a wooden box onto the cart.

The cart had various vegetables, carrots, pumpkins, and so on.

“Our village is too small.”

The villager who received them, wearing a turquoise vest, was leading the horse-drawn cart.

He opened his mouth to thank Frieren and Sein: “Before, no one was willing to accept our request. You’ve been a great help.”

Frieren politely said, “Anyway, we had nothing to do.”

The villager sighed, “However.”

“I didn’t expect Grandpa Voll to have friends.”

Regarding the arrival of the four, the villager turned to look aside.

“It’s my first time seeing him chat so happily.”

Frieren and Sein looked over.

There, Frieren and Grandpa Voll, who was wearing a red cloak and a helmet, were chatting.

Beside them, Stark was holding a wooden stick, practicing with a bitter expression.

[Stark: – 3-]

[Tomatoes are always pulled into training no matter where they are, hahahaha.]

The villager looked at Grandpa Voll’s back. “He’s so senile, he can’t even have a normal conversation usually.”

On the screen.

Grandpa Voll, in his red cloak and helmet, sat alone under a giant tree.

His back was to the village, seemingly guarding something.

“He’s been guarding the village from monsters and demons for a long time.”

“But no one knows why he does it.”

The background music was long and full of memories.

The screen, under the sunlight, also had a hazy feeling.

Grandpa Voll, not far away, had many traces of time on his helmet and cloak.

“He’s like our guardian deity.”

Frieren looked at Grandpa Voll’s back. “He must have been very lonely.”

From the villagers’ mouths, she heard that Grandpa Voll seemed to have been guarding the village alone for a long time.

Alone at the village entrance, not communicating with the villagers, and acting senile.

Not being understood by the villagers must be a very lonely feeling.

On the screen.

Grandpa Voll closed his eyes, swaying as he came up from the hillside.

But the swaying motion was a bit abnormal.

Stark’s face was distorted, covered in sweat. He was carrying a huge stone on his back, with Grandpa Voll sitting on top.

He was going uphill step by step.

[Stark: I’m destined to have trouble with dwarves in this life.]

At night, inside the wooden house.

Frieren and Grandpa Voll sat at the dining table, chatting animatedly.

Frieren placed the roasted chicken in front of Stark, but Stark was too tired to move.

He rubbed his eyes, drowsy.

When all the food was served, Sein and Frieren sat at the dining table, holding their cups and listening to Frieren recount various past stories.

Stark, however, held his knife and fork, his head almost falling into the dinner plate.

After the four finished eating.

Stark leaned back in his chair, already asleep.

Frieren cleared the plates.

Sein carried away the completely unconscious man.

Frieren, on the other hand, lay on the table, hands clasped, smiling as she recounted things to Grandpa Voll.

[Frieren has been talking to Grandpa Voll throughout this meal, huh.]

The scene switched.

The next day, Stark sat cross-legged by the river, holding a crude fishing rod made of branches. Beside him was a bamboo basket.

He was fishing by the river with a sullen, speechless expression.

On a stone by the river in front of him, a gray mouse was squatting.

Behind him, Frieren and Grandpa Voll were squatting. She leaned against a tree trunk, hugging her knees, and turned her head to continue chatting with Grandpa Voll.

At night.

In the forest, a mushroom emitted a faint green glow.

Frieren walked over and squatted down, picking up the luminous mushroom.

She smiled as she examined the green glowing mushroom.

Behind her, Stark held a small basket of mushrooms and turned to chat with Frieren.

Grandpa Voll looked at Frieren.

Beside them was Sein, who had his back to the four, also holding mushrooms.

[‘Glowing Mushrooms that can be eaten’]

The scene switched.

Stark held his axe horizontally, looking stunned.

In front of him was a giant brown bear, as tall as a small mountain.

The brown bear lay on the ground, with a broadsword stuck in its back.

Grandpa Voll was sitting on it.

Stark was astonished at this sight, amazed by Grandpa Voll’s strength.

[This bear shouldn’t be a monster, right? It didn’t turn to ash and disappear after dying.]

[No other injuries, Stark hadn’t even made a move, and the monster was stabbed to death by the old man with one sword!]

[What a strong old man, one hit to kill a giant brown bear!]

[Watch carefully, learn carefully, hand up, hand down, bear slaughtered.]

Back in the village.

Frieren and Grandpa Voll walked side by side on the village road.

Frieren chatted animatedly, smiling, seemingly about something they had mentioned.

Grandpa Voll listened quietly, a smile on his face too.

Night.

The wooden house window emitted a dim yellow light.

“A week passed in the blink of an eye,” Frieren’s voice came.

[I’d call this Frieren’s happiest time~]

[Frieren, who is usually quiet, rarely spoke so much.]

[Frieren’s smiles are so frequent. Communicating with old acquaintances, Frieren is so happy.]

[A week has passed, Frieren is leaving.]

“How is Stark?” Frieren walked on the path of glowing mushrooms.

“Humans grow so fast,” Grandpa Voll saw Stark’s growth. “He’s much better now.”

“Is that so.”

Frieren stopped, hands behind her back.

“I had a very happy week, Grandpa Voll.”

‘Hmm?’ Grandpa Voll looked up at Frieren’s back, a little confused.

Frieren turned and said, “I’m especially grateful to you now.”

The forest, trees, and grass all emitted a faint green glow, looking incredibly beautiful.

“Grandpa Voll, you gave me the opportunity to understand Himmel and the others.”

The scene switched.

It was twilight, approaching evening. “Grandpa Voll, why do you guard this village?”

Himmel’s voice came.

Eisen, Heiter, and the others were beside Frieren, with Himmel in front of them.

“Just old memories,” Grandpa Voll replied to Himmel’s question.

At this moment, the background music also became long, with a female voice slowly chanting.

It seemed full of years and sorrow.

[A sudden flashback.]

[So, the topic Frieren was discussing with Grandpa Voll was Himmel!]

[Himmel is gone, but he is everywhere.]