Chapter 130 Long-lived Friends
(His eyes were practically drooling, and he covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.)
(Ah, I'm alive just to see this!)
(Her hands were clasped tightly as they walked through the entranced crowd, enjoying the privilege of being given a path by the people...)
(The old father must be very sad; if his son were still alive, he would probably feel the same way.)
(Sigh, there are indeed too many regrets in Frillie.)
(The dance floor was filled with the scent of rouge, but the two of them only had eyes for each other—it was absolutely wonderful!!)
...
The myriad realms admitted that they had spoken too soon. A love waltz had them completely mesmerized, and they all couldn't wait to dance with their lovers immediately.
So sweet, so beautiful! They admit they underestimated the sweetness of the Frillian world!
In short, it's a very cute world.
Yuzaki Hoshizora mustered up her courage and invited Tsukasa to dance. Tsukasa blushed slightly, and although she was married, she was still a little shy, but she still agreed.
Under the moonlight, although neither of them was very skilled, they danced with great joy and sweetness...
(As for why they share the same surname and got their marriage certificate right away, do I need to explain? I'm furious, it feels like I ate a lemon, it's just sour~)
The world of Frilian.
While the brave are still alive.
Simmel watched the two young people dancing on the screen and reached out to invite Frilian to dance with him.
Haita looked at Frilian, who had accepted Simmel's invitation, and smiled with satisfaction. The child had grown up! Well, no, if we only consider age, Frilian was old enough to be his great-great-great-grandmother.
"Why don't he dance too?" Haita's gaze drifted towards Aize...
The scene continues.
[While Philon and Shutark were dancing together.]
Frillie (in a white dress with a single ponytail) and Zain (in a black formal suit) are eating small cakes.
"Shall we jump too?"
Frillie said that eating cake was more important... as expected of her, but Fou with her single ponytail is really pretty.
The social dinner has ended.
Lord Alden lamented to his butler that if his eye hadn't been injured, Wilt wouldn't have died...
Just as he was feeling sad, Hugh Tarker pushed open the door and entered.
Hugh was also taken aback when he saw Lord Alden with a scar on his eye; his father had the same scar.
Lord Alden instructed his butler to give the payment to Frilian and the others, and then tried to persuade Hugh Tarker to stay.
"Shutark, your skills as a warrior are exceptional. If you wish..."
"I am not a replacement for your son."
Looking at Hugh Talke, who resembled his son, Lord Alden felt relieved; after all, he wasn't Wilt.
"That's true. I'm not a replacement for your father either, but you're homeless now. I know that the warrior village in the Kure region was destroyed by the demons."
Looking at the sad tomato, Lord Alden told him about his son and how his last conversation with Wilt ended badly over a trivial matter.
"I misspoke, saying I never wanted to see his face again, but that wasn't what I really meant..."
When he saw Shutark, he thought a miracle had happened...
Cherry Tomato, with a bitter smile, said to him:
"Then I can't stay here any longer. I also said something against my conscience to my adoptive father."
The image of his master, Aize, appeared in Hughtar's mind.
"So I must bring back everything I've seen and heard along the way."
"I see."
The two looked into each other's eyes. A miracle of fate brought them together, and they became each other's salvation.
Afterwards, when Fou was choosing a magic book in the huge library, the butler waited impatiently, which shows how long he had been standing there.
Looking out the window at Lord Alden training his second son, Hugh Tarker smiled; at least there was no need to worry about the heir.
Philon stared blankly at Hutta, then looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought...
(It's hard to imagine how agonizing this father must have been when he heard about his son's death.)
(They're so alike, it's like they redeemed each other.)
(A teacher for a day is a father for life. For Aize, he is a mentor, not a master...)
(You stare out the window in a daze, and I stare at you in a daze, and I stare in a daze too. It's so sweet, lol)
...
Viewers from all realms are just casual spectators, and one of them resembles their deceased father, while the other resembles their deceased son, and they happen to meet.
Well, fate is indeed a mysterious and unpredictable thing!
The light screen playback continues.
[29 years after the death of the hero Simmel, in the northern kingdoms, in the Kura region.]
On a country road, Shutalk asked Frilian:
"Is he really a powerful warrior?"
"After all, he is a dwarf who has guarded the village for nearly 400 years."
Frilian was a little happy, after all, she didn't have many familiar faces left, and this dwarf was one of her few long-lived friends.
Dwarves typically live for about 300 years, but this person has lived for 400 years, which is considered long-lived among dwarves.
"His name is Grandpa For, and he is a long-lived friend of mine. Before he dies, I must catch up with him."
Listening to Frilian's daily "lucky words," Hugh Tarek replied, "You can't say that."
Philon also understood that there were probably very few people who could catch up with Ms. Frillie, so taking this detour was not a bad idea.
Looking at the adorable little Fufu with her pouty lips, Philon's mouth twitched. Fearing that she might take care of her for another ten years or so, he reminded her that she could only take care of her for a week at most.
Soon they saw Grandpa For in front of the village. He was the same height as Azer, wearing an old-fashioned knight's helmet, with a bright red cloak covering his body, and a heavy iron sword weathered by time placed beside him.
His white beard and aged face couldn't hide the aura of a battle-hardened veteran.
"Who are you again?"
"Frilian".
Watching their conversation, Shutark thought the warrior had gone senile.
Frilian told him to stop pretending to be stupid, and then Hugh Tark was knocked down by Grandpa For in an instant.
"well?"
The dwarf, Foll, said to the little tomato lying on the ground:
"Most of those who die in battle do so due to carelessness; this tactic is most effective against both demons and humans."
Shutark tried to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only lie on the ground.
"Can't stand up anymore, can you? Even a seasoned warrior could easily suffer a fatal wound if he wasn't prepared."
Zain and Philon were dumbfounded. They knew Shutark's strength; he was definitely a powerful warrior, yet he had been subdued by this old man in a single blow…
"If I had drawn my sword just now, your legs would be ruined."
Frillie also sighed to For:
"Your fighting style is still so despicable."
Well, no wonder you two became friends.
(Sneak attack!)
(Is Lian Po, now old, still able to eat?)
(Haha, just like Fou's method of suppressing magic, no wonder we get along well)
(This is hilarious! It's always Hugh who gets injured. History always repeats itself. lol)
(Though I am old, my arrows are still sharp!)
(Keep studying hard, Xiu Bao! This is the gravitas of a 400-year-old veteran, lol)
(This is called an efficient combat method.)
(We call him: Lao Liu, the God of the Lower Paths, and Dog Head)
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