I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian Chapter 179

Blai struggled to support himself with his staff, stood up, and turned around.

To face “Jenze” behind him.

“But… but…” Dunst was very worried about him.

“It’s better than no one passing,” Blai said, his back to him. A huge bloody hole could be seen in his waist.

Even so, he resolutely stood in front.

Dunst saw this.

He gritted his teeth, struggled internally, turned his head, and ran deeper into the maze.

Dunst said this.

He looked up at Metodae, Duncan, Frieren, and the others, “I have information about the replica.”

“Let’s cooperate.”

[A cannon fodder who brings information.]

[Baldy is really a good person.]

[Even if he is no longer qualified, he still wants people with bonds around him to have a chance to pass.]

Duncan nodded and said, “That was my intention from the beginning.”

Everyone turned to look at Duncan.

Duncan didn’t say much; at this point, he just turned and asked, “Can anyone heal him?”

[Duncan: See? I told you not to listen to me at first.]

[Duncan: Not listening to the old man’s words.]

Metodae, who was squatting beside Dunst, reached out and conjured a holy book with magic.

“I have the holy book, so I can use simple healing magic,” Metodae said, indicating she could.

Duncan nodded, “Thank you.”

[Reliable big sister.]

[Can fight, can heal, and can mind control, is such a reassuring big sister a hexagon warrior?]

[I told you we needed a mature big sister in the team!]

Metodae stood, looking at the holy book in her hand, while green healing light emanated from her other hand, treating Dunst’s penetrating wound.

Then.

“I see,” Frieren said, hearing Dunst’s information, “The replica has no heart.”

“Yes,” Dunst nodded, “According to Miss Edel’s judgment.”

“The replica merely precisely mimics the function of a heart.”

“It doesn’t have a real heart.”

Frieren wrapped her arms around her thighs, deep in thought, “This makes it impossible to easily eliminate it.”

She looked up at everyone, “We need to formulate a battle plan based on this.”

Duncan said to Frieren, “That being said, Frieren.”

Frieren turned to look at him.

“There are still too many uncertainties.”

Duncan continued, “The biggest problem is the true nature of that replica and the spellcaster.”

“Without knowing its nature, we can’t even begin.”

Duncan’s words were spot on.

Everyone fell silent, pondering the root of the matter.

“Especially,” Richter, in the corner, suddenly spoke, stating his observed analysis, “Does it have weaknesses specific to replicas?”

Richter saw everyone looking at him and continued, “If that replica is as strong as Frieren.”

“We will probably suffer casualties.”

At this moment.

Richter turned to look at Jenze, who was standing quietly in another corner.

“I won’t tell you,” Jenze said flatly.

“I thought so too,” Richter didn’t hold out hope. The examiner wouldn’t easily reveal the exam questions.

The situation was at a standstill.

If Jenze didn’t speak, no one else present would know more about the replica.

[No heart, but perfectly mimics performance, so theoretically it would still actively open the mimic chest, right?]

[Mimic chest: ?]

[Discussing the battle plan so calmly.]

“That guy has no weaknesses.”

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the corridor.

Lavine and Kanne also arrived here.

“The one manipulating the replica is a monster from the age of myths, the Water Mirror Demon,” Lavine told everyone.

“Lavine,” Frieren said, seeing the newcomers.

[Two little cuties: Information coming.]

[These two can also reach the deepest part of the maze, indicating they still have strength.]

[Wow, they’re still alive.]

“How do you know?” Duncan asked sternly about the source of her information.

Lavine calmly replied, “My elder brother is a member of the Continental Magic Association’s Zero-Fall Royal Tomb reconnaissance vanguard.”

[In human terms: Cannon fodder.]

In the picture.

A team of people appeared. Unlike other adventurers, these people’s equipment, clothes, and accessories were magnificent.

They were clearly not ordinary people.

Richter looked at her, his tone rising, “So you had information early on.”

“No wonder you made it here.”

Everyone looked at Richter.

Lavine and Kanne said nothing.

“But I don’t think it’s reasonable,” Richter’s eyes were unfriendly. “If that’s true, you should have shared the information with us and cooperated from the start.”

[What? Do I have to tell you if I have information?]

[Richter, stop talking nonsense. You were going to kill the two little ones, how could they cooperate with you?]

Lavine, however, said, “The atmosphere at the time didn’t seem like we could cooperate.”

Kanne smiled, narrowing her eyes, “And before we knew it, Frieren and the others had already left.”

“And old man,” Lavine looked at Richter, “If it weren’t for the mandatory rules, you would definitely abandon your companions without hesitation, right?”

Upon hearing this, Richter smiled, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.

Lavine bluntly retorted, “Who would dare to easily cooperate with you?”

Richter smiled.

[She says that, but she doesn’t look at herself.]

[The cooperation partners they consider are definitely reliable Frieren, right?]

[Meaning, they are very willing to share information with people they have a good relationship with, not someone they have a grudge against or even tried to kill.]

Duncan turned to look at Richter, “You’re disliked, aren’t you?”

Richter admitted, “I am indeed an old man, but hearing it said directly to my face still makes me feel a lot of emotions.”

Hearing this.

Kanne turned to look at Lavine, “Shouldn’t you apologize?”

Lavine’s tone was devoid of emotion, but she still said, “Sorry, old man.”

Richter wasn’t angry; he smiled with his eyes closed.

Lavine’s gaze passed over Frieren and the others, looking into the depths of the large door, “According to the investigation results of the vanguard.”

“The Water Mirror Demon is behind that large door.”

“Inside the treasury.”

In the picture.

Behind the circular hall, there was another door with a sun pattern.

“Frieren” was guarding the door.

A complex patterned, purple glowing, rhomboid gem appeared in the shot.

“It has no attacking ability itself; it’s a very fragile monster,” Lavine narrowed her eyes and told everyone, “As long as we kill it.”

“All the replicas will disappear.”

[This is truly very important information.]

[Understood, this monster put all its points into mental attacks.]