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In short, Sir Hero, take it.
It's herbal medicine, for external use.
When the time comes, you will come.
Yulian was stunned, past events surfacing in his mind.
A past conversation with Goddess Lilian surfaced.
Lilian, what's the deal with the Sword of the Hero?
Sword of the Hero? They say during the world-ending catastrophe, the destined Hero will use it to save the world or something, right?
Then, what is the world-ending catastrophe? And how do you determine that person is the destined Hero?
I don't know about the world-ending catastrophe, but the one who pulls out the sword is the Hero who saves the world!
Lilian said with a playful tone.
It seemed she didn't care about this world-ending catastrophe at all.
But Yulian could clearly feel that her indifference seemed related to him pulling out the Sword of the Hero.
There wasn't a single clue, only the so-called theory of destiny.
"Mr. Yulian, you're finally back."
Fern looked at Yulian's figure with relief, her whole body relaxing.
"Mr. Yulian!"
"You're finally back, you have no idea how dangerous it was just now!"
"Wahhh!"
Stark's tears flowed like rain, and he rushed forward to hug Yulian and pour out his feelings.
Dangerous?
Yulian's mouth twitched, I'm probably the one who felt it was dangerous!
"Alright, alright, let's quickly clean up."
Yulian's sarcastic words lingered on his lips for a moment before he swallowed them.
In the end, he could only sigh and then motioned for the two of them to clean up the "battlefield".
Yulian had felt the aura of the demon wolves, but what he didn't expect was that Fern and Stark would be in such a sorry state when facing just three demon wolves.
The two wooden houses were clearly too damaged to be habitable.
One was the wooden house where Frieren stayed, its door and windows broken by the demon wolves, the sense of dilapidation was obvious.
One was the wooden house where Yulian and Stark stayed, affected by the aftermath of Stark's Lightning Strike, it had practically turned into ruins.
In the remaining relatively flat open space, Fern activated the wooden house Magic.
A wooden house that rose from the ground again would be their lodging for the day.
Yulian and Stark slept on the floor, while Fern slept on the bed with Frieren.
"Gurgle gurgle~"
The thick green soup was boiling in the pot, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine.
"It smells awful!"
Stark pinched his nose, unable to resist moving further away from the campfire.
"Can't help it, this isn't a city."
Yulian shrugged, indicating his helplessness.
In the city, there were also medicines prepared by doctors, which tasted better when combined with special sugars, and didn't even need to be boiled.
Or go to the Church and ask a monk to directly give you a unique monk's [Disease Removal Magic], easily "curing the disease with Magic".
"Being able to find medicine is already a blessing."
Fern said, holding the Goddess amulet in her hand.
"The medicine isn't hard to find, after all, Sword Village is not far away."
Yulian scooped out the medicine with a bowl and gently blew on it to cool it.
"It's just that Frieren will indeed have to suffer."
Yulian handed the cooled medicine to Fern.
Fern nodded gently, got up, and walked towards the wooden house.
"So uncomfortable..."
"Mom..."
On the bed, Frieren frowned and called out softly.
Her small, doll-like hands were grabbing around in the air.
"Is Mistress Frieren having a nightmare!"
Fern furrowed her brow, gently placed the bowl of medicine on the wooden table, then gently sat beside Frieren and took Frieren's hand.
"Mistress Frieren~"
Fern called out softly.
But Frieren hadn't woken up even during the fight between the two of them just now, let alone with such a gentle call from her.
"Mom..."
Frieren's voice was tearful, and tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
But she did calm down a lot.
"Mistress Frieren, I am not your mother."
Fern lowered her head, looking at Frieren tightly holding her hand, a troubled expression on her face.
Although Frieren seemed calmer this way, she couldn't get the medicine...
"Mr. Yulian, so you mean Fern and I are definitely a match for that demon?"
Outside the wooden house, Yulian and Stark were reviewing the situation.
The key point was that Yulian found it too embarrassing that Stark and Fern were in such a state against mere demon wolves, so he couldn't help but ask about the specific battle situation.
"A match?"
Yulian rubbed his forehead.
"Those three demon wolves should be thinking hard about how they dared to provoke you two, alright!"
Yulian said, feeling frustrated.
"You, a man who even split a dragon, and Fern, a top student who came in first in the Mage exam!"
"How did they dare to provoke you!"
"And!"
Yulian slapped his thigh.
"As stated above!"
"And how did you two fight against the demon wolves so miserably!"
If it weren't for the fact that the demon wolves were truly dead, not even dust remaining, Yulian would have suspected that it wasn't the demon wolves' brains that were the problem, but Fern and Stark!
Why are you so weak!
"I..."
Stark looked at his hands, lowered his head, and thought for a moment.
It seems... that is indeed the case, he hadn't even used his full strength yet when the demon wolf died.
"Tell me, how exactly did you fight!"
Yulian folded his arms and looked at Stark with a scrutinizing gaze.
His intuition told him that this difficult battle was related to Stark!
You know, in the past when they encountered demons, Yulian and Frieren had let Fern practice plenty!
Low-level demons like demon wolves should have been trash-level existences instantly killed by Fern!
But what did Yulian see!
A dragon-slaying Hero had his right arm covered in blood!
Fern was also covered in dust all over!
"I.."
Stark's mouth was slightly open as he slowly recalled.
"Fern and I were standing carefully on guard at the door of the wooden house..."
"Mr. Yulian!"
Fern's soft call from inside the wooden house sounded out.
Stark closed his mouth and called out towards the house curiously.
"What's wrong, Fern!"
"Do you need help!"
Saying this, Stark was about to get up.
But he was stopped by Yulian.
"Explain things clearly first."
Yulian's face darkened.
Yulian knew that Stark disliked fighting and feared it.
But what Yulian didn't expect was that Stark could make all sorts of excuses even when reviewing a battle process.
It's a headache!
"But isn't Fern calling us?"
Stark pointed to the wooden house, hesitation on his face.
Looking at Yulian's disappointed expression, Stark knew Yulian had misunderstood him.
However, Stark did not explain.
After all, he had once been a coward.
Past memories, like sharp blades, had long ago carved the three words "coward" onto him.
Unable to wash it away, he could only bear it, only admit it...
"Stark, don't come in!"
Fern heard Stark's voice and cried out in surprise.
"Fern, what's wrong?"
Yulian frowned, feeling confused.
"Mr. Yulian... come quickly."
Fern heard it was Yulian's voice, breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly called out again with a shy voice.
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