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

Seeing the muscle lines on the monk Kraft, Hugh Tark said with great confidence, "You must be very strong."

"Uncle, what's your name?"

"Monk Kraft." Kraft said with a smile.

Hugh Tark stood up and thought about the name, "I haven't heard of it."

"But you must be a famous monk, right?"

As a warrior, Hugh Tark keenly realized that the monk Kraft's strength must be extraordinary, even above his master.

Monk Kraft chuckled, wrapped his scarf around him, and did not answer the question.

"Hugh Tark, you rest here."

"The other two, help me move the food."

[Men, rest, ladies, come out and help me work! ]

[Fragile Hugh Tark. ]

"My trailer and cargo are nearby."

After that.

The three of them left the cabin.

Monk Kraft led them to the place.

The cart he mentioned was now completely covered with snow.

It was so thick that you couldn't see the shape of the cart at all. Only a corner of the wooden box could be seen.

You can imagine how thick the snow was.

It was even taller than a person.

"I'm so lucky to meet you." Monk Kraft sighed with a smile.

Looking at the cart of things he had prepared.

"These frozen foods can also be processed." Monk Kraft said to the people around him with a smile, "You're welcome, just use them."

Felen looked at these things and said, "This amount is enough."

Flillian stretched out her hand and summoned the staff.

"Continuing to cross the Shiweier Mountains is tantamount to seeking death."

"Just stay here for a while."

With such heavy snow, there is no way to continue the journey for a while.

Felen agreed with Fulillian's proposal.

[Felen's mother finally doesn't think Fu Fu is wasting time. ]

[When I heard Fulilian say that she wanted to rest for a while, I was so angry. ]

[There is no way. With such heavy snow, there is no way to continue traveling. ]

[Even this seemingly "strong" monk has no intention of continuing to travel. ]

In the air.

Wooden boxes and barrels floated, and three people walked on the road.

"By the way, Fulilian."

Monk Kraft asked, "Have you heard of me?"

Flilian used magic to control two boxes and replied, "Not at all."

Behind her, Philen controlled a box.

"I think so too." Craft followed the two of them, holding a few larger bags in his hands.

"I have never heard of you either."

He had no idea about Fulilian.

Philen was a little surprised and introduced her to the monk, "She is a magician among the brave group."

There was still pride in his tone.

[My daughter has grown up.]

Craft asked, "What happened before that?"

[Could this monk be a famous person from hundreds of years ago?]

Phelan did not expect that this monk elf would ask this question.

More than eighty years ago, no one had heard of Fulilian.

How long had she been in seclusion?

"What do you want to say?" Fulilian also noticed it.

Craft explained, "I mean, we are all elves."

[The hero was only eighty years ago.]

[To them elves, it's nothing.]

[This monk, Craft, has a story.]

The scene changed.

The music played for a long time.

Fulilian and the other two spent some time together with Craft in this cabin.

In front of the fireplace, Craft clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed to thank the goddess.

Philen on the opposite side also had the same posture, closed his eyes and prayed.

Fulilian and Shutark were eating bread in their hands.

[Good details, Feilun was raised by monks, so he has the habit of praying~]

At night, the four of them fell asleep wrapped in blankets. Beside Fulilian, Philen, who was not covered with a blanket, hugged his shoulders and trembled all over.

[Felun's quilt was taken away, hahaha. ]

[Fufu covered the quilt, Fufu is good. The quilt is too short for Feilun to cover, the quilt is broken. ]

During the day.

Fulilian and Philen were warming themselves by the fireplace, and Fulilian was lying on the ground, reading the magic books she had collected.

Beside him, Shutark was grinning and doing push-ups with great effort. He was seen with a wooden box on his body.

On top of the wooden box, there was a burly man sitting cross-legged.

Monk Kraft took over the daily training of Shutark.

[Wow, Xutark is already quite strong, how heavy must this monk be to make him so exhausted?][One-on-one guidance from an unknown monk.]

Kraft told Philen about the origin of the goddess statue on the wall.

Philen listened carefully.

Flyllian was wrapped in a blanket in the corner, listening to their conversation in a harmonious atmosphere. She closed her eyes, seemed to feel at ease, and continued to "hibernate" with her eyes closed.

The scene switched to the outside.

In a tree hole, several small mice that looked like squirrels were huddled together to hibernate for warmth.

Philen stared at these squirrels, and Hugh Tark was watching.

Behind him, Kraft took out a handful of fruits from another tree hole as a decoration for the bread in the evening.

[Squirrel: Kill them all, right?]

[Squirrel: You can eat me too.]

In the evening.

During the meal, Philen and Kraft still closed their eyes and prayed.

Hugh Tark had a sad face, as if he had been trained by Kraft to the point of despair.

Fulilian still held the bread in her hand and ate her meal as if nothing had happened, ignoring the prayers of others.

During the day, Hugh Tark practiced and chopped wood beside Kraft.

At night, Fulilian also joined the prayer team.

As time passed, there was not so much snow outside the window.

[Details: Everyone followed the prayer. ]

The background music was long.

"Half a year has passed." Kraft was cutting wood in his hand and smiled at Fulilian: "Thanks to you, we can survive the long and severe winter in the northern countries so smoothly."

Fulilian walked forward.

"This is for you." Kraft handed over a wooden pendant.

Fulilian reached out and took it. She saw that it was a small wooden pendant in the shape of an angel.

"Please pass it to Philen." Kraft knew that Fulilian didn't believe this.

"She is a good and pious child." Craft knew about Ferren's situation. "Maybe she was raised by monks, and she has not forgotten to be grateful to the goddess."

Flillian asked at this time, "Craft, why do you believe in the goddess?"

Craft stretched out his hand to cover the goddess statue on his chest, "Flillian, you don't believe it."

As an elf, the life span is extremely long. Things like goddesses do not exist in the records and memories of elves.

Flillian said: "The goddess who created the world has never appeared in the long history of this world except for the mythological era."

Craft smiled and said: "She is so young, I thought so before."

[You said Flillian is so young, hiss, how old is this monk elf? ]

[It seems that this is even more antique. ]

"But now, I believe in the existence of the goddess from the bottom of my heart." Craft's eyes are long, as if he believes in the goddess.

Flillian obviously doesn't know.

At this time, Kraft changed his words, "No, she doesn't exist. I would be very embarrassed."

"All the great deeds and justice I have accomplished so far, and all the people who know about them are no longer alive."

[Wow, the origin of this monk seems to be really unusual! ]

[He must be a legend in some period of history, but no one remembers it. ]

[He seems to have wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he seems to be quite old...]

[Here the monk said that Fu Fu was young, which means he must be very, very old. He also asked Fu Fu if she had heard of his name. I'm afraid he was a legend from ancient times. ]