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

Chapter 195

In the screen.

When Fellen was attacked by the replica "Fulilian", the staff was smashed against the wall with her, and the staff shattered into pieces.

"So I told Ms. Fulilian that I wanted to find someone to fix it."

Fellen continued to say to Hugh Tark dejectedly, "Then she said it would be better to throw away the old staff."

"It's better to buy a new one."

[The staff was broken when Black Fulilian slammed the wall with a glare. ]

[How can I fix it? It's broken into pieces. ]

Hearing this, Hugh Tark looked up at the sky and thought for a while, "It must be that one."

When Fulilian and Fellen came back at night, he accidentally heard Fulilian mention:

"She said that the staff was too broken and couldn't be repaired."

Fellen lowered her head when she heard this.

"But that was the staff Mr. Haita gave me."

The screen switched.

A pair of aging hands handed the wooden staff that Fellen often used to the young Fellen.

When little Philen, who was only a little taller than the table at the time, took the staff that was much taller than her, her tiny figure swayed.

She looked up at the staff that was much taller than her and wrapped with purple cloth, her innocent eyes were full of joy.

"I have been with it since I was a child."

[This staff is a relic given to Philen by the monk. ]

[This staff is full of memories. ]

[Memories are priceless and irreplaceable treasures. ]

"Flillian is just like that." Hugh Tark knew what Flillian was like and comforted Philen, "She definitely has no ill intentions."

Philen felt even sadder when she heard this, and buried her head in her arms, the shadow of her bangs covering her eyes, and her tone was sad and fragile:

"At least for me, I have never thought of throwing it away."

[Woo, woo, fragile girl. ]

[Hold her tight. 】

Screen switching.

Above the town of Visast.

"The next test will be in three years." Connie said sadly. She stood at the edge of the square in front of the Magic Association and looked at the scenery in the distance of the city.

She couldn't help but sigh: "Three years is so long."

Although she passed the second round of tests by chance, Lavigne lost the qualification to participate in the third round of tests because she encountered the most difficult copy of Jian Ze.

Lavigne lay on the edge of the square wall with her arms folded, her head buried in her sleeves, and said in a lost tone:

"You tease me as usual."

Connie turned around and asked, "Do you want me to tease you?"

Lavigne was weak and whispered: "No."

A sure win.

Connie pondered and understood the sadness in Lavigne's heart.

"Then Miss Lavigne." Connie tried to coax Lavigne, and said in the same annoying tone as always: "Do you want me to pat your head for you?"

Lavigne heard it, turned around and stood up and walked towards Connie.

Seeing this.

"Ah, do you want to fight?" Connie clenched his fists to defend himself reflexively.

Lavigne walked to Connie's side and lay on the fence at the edge of the square again.

Lavigne looked in Connie's direction, "Hurry up."

Connie's face was sweating from fear. Lavigne was really ready to let him pat her head.

"It seems that she is really shocked."

Connie reached out and touched Lavigne's silver head.

[So cute. ]

[You two really can't live apart. ]

[Orange is in a good situation. ]

"Oh, it's Fulilian." Connie found Fulilian from the corner of his eye.

Lavigne opened her eyes and looked to the side.

Fulilian was walking on the street, holding a brown sack in her hand.

He also noticed them and looked in their direction.

Connie smiled and ran towards Fulilian.

Lavigne followed behind.

‘Huh? ’ Connie ran over and found what Fulilian was holding.

“What’s in this bag?”

Connie saw that there was a lot of wood in the bag Fulilian was holding.

Firewood?

[Oh, this is Philen’s staff! ]

[You can’t believe it, I’m broken into pieces. ]

[Fulilian is holding this bag of staffs, is she going to throw it away? ]

[Hey, Philen will be very sad. ]

“Hey!”

The scene switches.

“How long are you going to stay?” Richter’s tone was impatient.

He sat on the counter, holding a quill in his hand, looking forward with dissatisfaction.

This Duncan who was walking around in his own shop.

"I have lost the qualification to take the exam. It has nothing to do with you."

Richter sat behind the counter, while Raofen was holding a basket of bread, waiting for Duncan to visit the store.

"Don't get in the way of my business." Richter said to drive him away, "Go away."

Duncan walked to the tall bookcase in the store and took out a book.Magic book.

Looking at the book in his hand, Duncan said, "I'm a customer in the store now."

"Then hurry up and pick it." Richter was not polite at all. He sighed helplessly and lowered his head to continue writing what he was holding.

Beside the counter.

Raofen swallowed what he was chewing, holding the basket in one hand and the half-eaten donut in the other.

"Here you go." Raofen handed the half donut in his hand to Richter.

[Hahahaha, still eating. ]

[Hahahaha, still eating. ]

"Take it." Richter didn't even raise his head.

Raofen stood there and looked at Duncan, holding a new donut in his hand.

[He obviously didn't give it to him before, but now he takes the initiative to give it to him to comfort the uncle. What a good boy. ]

[Three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. ]

"You're unlucky this time." Duncan said.

He looked at the magic book in his hand and said to Richter, "Your mission is too disadvantageous."

"No matter who is there, the result may be the same."

Duncan knew that Richter was facing a replica of Jian Ze.

This difficult mission would be impossible for anyone else to face.

[I am here to comfort him. ]

[Oh? Old man Duncan is really kind? ? ]

Richter held the quill pen in his hand without stopping, and said resignedly, "If I lose, I lose. I am not strong enough."

He paused slightly while writing, "But don't mention it."

"Although you can't see it, I am in a terrible mood now."

Richter stopped writing, and wanted to turn the pen but was afraid that the ink would dirty the account book.

[The magic exam really affected him a lot. ]

[This guy is really strong, but he lacks a little luck. ]

"Even so, you have to open a store." Duncan said one sentence at a time.

‘Alas…’ Richter closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair helplessly and said, “Duncan.”

“You may not know.”

“No matter how bad your mood is, people have to work to make a living.”

Unlike Duncan, who is a court magician and does not need to consider his livelihood.

Duncan heard this and closed the magic book in his hand and put it on the counter beside him.

Raofen finished the donut in his hand, looked at Duncan passing by, and then looked back at Richter beside him.

“But.” Richter continued to write what he was doing, “It’s good for me to be the one who failed.”

Richter looked at Duncan standing in front of the magic potion cabinet.

“The first-level test is held every three years.”

“Duncan.” Richter ruthlessly complained, “Old men like you may not be able to wait for three years.”