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

[Flilian knows about this? So, it is because of this secret that the village will not entrust others to deal with monsters? ]

"Monsters gather here because of it." Flilian said.

"The sanctuary has a powerful barrier that blocks monsters outside."

"But the monsters can't suppress the urge to destroy it."

"It seems that they are really afraid of the sword of the brave."

Xiu Tark frowned and listened to Flilian's very objective explanation.

"I'm not asking this..." Xiu Tark said.

"That's right." Flilian understood what Xiu Tark didn't understand, and she looked down at the village head girl beside her.

The village head girl nodded, obviously knowing the truth of the matter. Xiu Tark was Flilian's teammate, and he could know this.

Flilian said: "Xin Meier failed to pull out this sword."

[Ah? ]

[The one in Xin Meier's hand is really not the sword of the brave? 】

【Failed to pull out the sword of the brave, which was blessed by the goddess. 】

The scene switched.

Back to more than eighty years ago.

Fulilian was still wearing a golden robe, with the young Haita and Aize standing beside her.

In front of her stood a young woman wearing a shawl, with short pink hair and gray eyes.

They looked forward together.

"The brave this time is not a real brave either." The pink-haired woman said with some disappointment.

【Is this the grandmother of the village girl? 】

Xin Meier stood in front of the sword of the brave.

Obviously, he did not pull out the sword.

The background music was long and seemed to be a little sad.

"Xin Meier..." Haita's tone was worried.

This is a sword that was blessed by the goddess in the legend. Haita and Xin Meier had heard of this sword a long time ago.

Haita has always known that the sword blessed by the goddess is the real sword of the brave, but now Xin Meier has not been able to pull it out, and the road to defeating the demon king will probably be much more difficult.

The atmosphere became lost at this time.

He was worried about Xin Meier, and also worried about the adventure and crusade journey in the future.

At this time.

"What does it matter, what's the problem with a fake hero." Xin Meier's originally lost back looked up at this time, and his back looked firm, "I will destroy the demon king and restore peace to the world."

Xin Meier turned his head, his face was not the slightest bit lost, the tear mole at the corner of his eyes seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were extremely resolute.

"In this way, it doesn't matter whether it is true or false."

[Hiss, so handsome! ]

[You can hear that there is a trace of trembling in Xin Meier's tone. ]

[If the sword is not pulled out, perhaps other heroes will doubt whether they are real heroes, but Xin Meier does not. At this moment, he is extremely determined to annihilate the demon king! It's really cool! ]

[From now on, Xin Meier is a true hero. ]

[Without that sword, I can still annihilate the enemy! ]

[A true hero! ]

[I was inexplicably excited. ]

[He's really so handsome! ]

Hearing this, Fulilian looked at him unexpectedly.

The scene switched back.

Fulilian looked forward.

"And Xin Meier did it."

Returning to the place where the sword of the hero was, she could only feel Xin Meier's determination and perseverance at that time.

"Even without that sword, he successfully saved the world."

"He is a true hero."

[A true hero who has his own beliefs does not rely on external things to give himself confidence. ]

[It is humanity itself that saves humanity. ]

[The hero is not the one who holds the sword of the hero, but the sword of the hero is defined by the name of the hero! ! 】

Phiren said, "Why hide this truth?"

"It should be the work of someone who wants to worship Xinmei as a hero." Fulilian explained.

In the cave entrance.

The sword of the brave has always been here, and the rust has plated it with a layer of traces of time.

"I failed to pull out the sword of the brave."

"Heroes don't need such embarrassing stories."

Fulilian said:

"In any case, people in the future will beautify heroes without authorization."

[So, many people in the Sword Town chose to conceal things for Xinmei's reputation. ]

[A gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart. ]

[Have you heard the story of a man who also used a fake sword and could be called a great hero? ]

Xinmei and his group, as they appeared in Fulilian's memory, appeared one by one in front of her.

Along the way, all kinds of memories of the journey with Xinmei, Haita, and Aize are vaguely in front of her.

And Fulilian had heard people's impressions and praises of Xin Meier in the past eighty years, which obviously did not match her memory.

Fulilian turned around and left the cave.

It can be seen that her expression is a little cold, "And in the process of beautification, even the original form of the character will gradually disappear."

[Ah, Fulilian seems unhappy. ]

[I can imagine that after living for so long, the people in my memory are completely different in the eyes of the world and in my own eyes. What kind of feeling is this. ]

[After beautification, they are no longer specific people. ]

[No wonder Fulilian is unhappy. ]

The background music became sad and heavy at this time.

Feilun followed Fulilian, and the village girl also left, leaving Xu Tark alone, squatting on the ground, looking back at the cave.

Xu Tark looked at the Sword of the Brave.

The previous memories emerged in front of him, the fire, the familiar face.

Xu Tark always thought that the brave Xin Meier pulled out the Sword of the Brave.

And now, the facts are in front of him, and the meaning of the Sword of the Brave is more and more thought-provoking at this time.

[Shuttark has a story too...]

[Young man, why don't you give it a try?]

The village head girl's tender voice sounded: "I believe Ms. Fulilian will keep her promise, thank you very much", this is also the last words of my grandmother, the last village head."

The village head girl and the residents of the Sword Village watched Fulilian and the other two people who were about to leave.

"What kind of last words did your grandmother leave behind?" Shuttark shrugged, a little confused.

"Then see you in half a century." Fulilian said, and then turned around and walked forward.

The village head girl said "um", smiled and nodded.

Looking at Fulilian's back, the village head girl waved her hand and shouted: "Please don't be late next time. "

The three people heard the crunching sound of snow under their feet, and Furrien waved her hand.

[Emma, ​​Furrien always tells people to see you in fifty years.]

[When will she change this habit...]

[Oh my god, such a young girl will become an old woman in fifty years o(╥﹏╥)o.]

[Then, see you in a hundred years?]

[Said such sad words in a childish voice. If you are late, you will have to replace the next village chief.]

Furrien, Ferren and Shuttark continued their journey and headed towards the largest magic city in the north, 'Visast'.