Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 7: A Tearful Farewell Is Not For Us

Three days have passed since Celie rated it as "unqualified".

Oisast was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning.

Lynn changed into a neat formal suit at the hotel.

Although I didn't pass the exam to become a first-level mage, it's still fine for me to attend the ceremony as part of Philon's group of friends and family.

however……

"I apologize, Lady Frillien and Mr. Lynn."

At the Magic Association's reception desk, a bespectacled young woman with a businesslike demeanor announced, "Lady Celia has decreed that Lady Frillian and that big liar named Lynn are forbidden from entering."

"Huh?"

Lynn was somewhat surprised.

This plot twist was completely unexpected.

"Philan, Shutark, you can go in now."

Frillie seemed to have expected this. "Lynn and I will wait for you outside. Anyway, those kinds of rituals that are all talk and no action are boring."

"Then I'll stay with Frillie and Mr. Lynn."

Shutark is quite loyal.

After Philon went inside, Frillie patted Lynn with a hint of schadenfreude, "I didn't expect you to make her angry too. What's wrong with you, you big liar?"

"I don't want to talk to someone who's going to get a cut on their shoulder later."

Lynn snorted and left, leaving Frilian and Hugh Tarker behind.

Lylene is coming to beat up Frillian soon, and he doesn't want to stay and cause trouble.

……

The next day, Frilian and the others decided to leave the magical city.

Before leaving, Duncan and La Offen specifically sought out Lynn.

"Young friend Lynn."

The old man looked to be in good spirits and had changed into a brand new robe.

"Mr. Duncan?"

Lynn was somewhat surprised.

I never thought I could be so popular.

"Although you did not qualify, I still believe that you are the most outstanding magic warrior in this exam."

Duncan stroked his beard and said, "Lady Celia's judgment may have its merits, but in my opinion, your strength has already reached the level of a first-class mage."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Lynn smiled. "But failing is failing, there's nothing to complain about."

"Open-mindedness".

Duncan nodded, a hint of approval in his eyes. "The northern plateau is fraught with danger, and the remnants of the demon race are stirring. Even with Frilian here, we must not be careless."

"I will be careful."

At this moment, Laofen, carrying an exquisite wicker basket, stepped forward and handed it to me, saying, "Here you go."

Lynn hesitated for a moment before taking the basket and lifting the cover.

A rich, sweet aroma wafted over.

The basket contained a dozen or so freshly baked donuts, covered in frosting and still warm.

"This is……"

Lynn raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"It was bought by the old man."

Laofen emphasized loudly, "The old man said he would get hungry if there was no food on the road."

Lynn smiled, picked up a donut, and took a big bite.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the sweetness of the frosting melts on the tongue.

"tasty."

Lynn chewed on his food and mumbled, "Thanks, sir. You have a good taste; you like sweets too?"

Duncan's shoulders twitched, and he coughed. "Cough... Well, when you get old, you sometimes crave something sweet."

"Alright, I know it's from you, Raofen."

Lynn handed the basket to Hugh Tarker beside him, then looked at Laofen, "I appreciate the thought. Next time we meet, I'll treat you to barbecue."

"I prefer sweets."

Laopen turned her head away, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"We should go too."

Frillie glanced at the sky. "If it gets any later, we won't make it to the next village."

"Take care of yourself."

Duncan nodded slightly.

"Goodbye, Raofen, and Mr. Duncan."

Lynn waved to them with his back turned and strode after the group.

As she watched the figures of the group gradually disappear at the end of the road, Laofen turned her gaze away and kicked a small pebble by the roadside with a hint of disappointment.

……

The year Xin died was 29.

Lynn and his group arrived at a village called Faber.

This village is larger than the one where Lynn woke up, and the houses are more orderly and look quite wealthy.

As soon as we entered the village, an old man with glasses and a goatee warmly greeted us.

"Are you adventurers here seeking lodging?"

"Yes, and we'll also replenish some supplies."

Philon stepped forward and answered politely.

The old man's gaze swept over the four of them, and when he saw Frillie, he said, "I happen to have a request, I wonder if any of you would be interested?"

"A commission?"

Frillie's ears twitched.

Seeing Frillie's interest, the old man immediately perked up: "It's like this, there's a statue of a hero in the village, which is covered in dust from years of wind and sun. We hope that the magician can help clean it and restore the hero's statue to its former glory."

"And the payment?"

Frillie asked directly.

"remuneration……"

The old man pulled a small scroll from his pocket. "A magic spell to scratch an itchy back."

Frillie's eyes lit up, and she immediately shook hands with the old man: "Deal!"

He then turned and walked towards the statue.

"Ms. Frillian!"

Filon reluctantly followed.

Lynn and Hugh Tarek exchanged a glance and could only follow.

On the way to the square, Philon couldn't help but remark, "As expected, there are statues of Lord Simmel everywhere."

Hugh Talke said, "These random requests are quite interesting."

Lynn smiled but didn't say anything.

The statue in Fabel village is not of the hero Simmel.

Soon, the four arrived at the corner of the village that had been designated.

A tall bronze statue stood there, its surface covered with a layer of bluish-green rust and dust.

"what?"

Philon let out a soft exclamation, "This statue... doesn't seem to be Lord Simmel."

The bronze statue depicts an elegant middle-aged man wearing an antique-style cloak, with a sword at his waist and a gentle smile on his face.

"This is the Southern Hero, known as the strongest hero..."

Frillie began to explain things to the group.

Lynn had already walked towards the bronze statue.

This is the second Nan Yong statue he knows of.

Reaching out, under the puzzled gazes of Philon and Shutark, he gently touched the cold base of the bronze statue.

hum!

A familiar warmth surged through my body once again.

A blue virtual screen instantly unfolded before my eyes.

[Statue of "Hero of the South" detected, power resonance... Synchronization initiation...]

[Completed simultaneously.]

Dual-wielding has been improved!

[Future Vision has been improved!]

Congratulations on acquiring the talent: Resilient Body

[Unlock the remaining statue map!]

[Current ability acquisition progress: 10%]

Power surged through my limbs and bones.

Lynn clenched his fist gently, feeling the solidity emanating from his "resilient body".

Muscle density and bone strength both show a noticeable improvement.

Even if he were to directly withstand the Red Mirror Dragon's charge now, he wouldn't be able to sustain any injuries.

However, the improvement in strength is not as significant as the previous half percent. After all, the previous five percent was a solid foundation, while the current improvement is equivalent to building half a wall on that foundation.

"Mr. Lynn, what are you daydreaming about?"

Philon's voice came from the side.

"Nothing much, I just think the air is nice."

Lynn composed himself and answered casually.

After cleaning up the statue of the Southern Hero, Frilian obtained the "spell to scratch an itchy back" as she wished. She is now walking around studying the spell, completely immersed in her own world.

Philon, like a worried old mother, protected her so that the radish wouldn't fall over.

In the following days, Lynn and his companions dealt with the Sword Demon in the Earl of Tah's territory, passed by Mount Etovis, and soaked their feet in the open-air hot spring at the summit.

half a month later.

The continuous mountain ranges appeared at the edge of the horizon, and the air became increasingly cold and dry.

They finally reached their destination, the pass on the northern plateau.

The massive city wall stood like an insurmountable chasm before us.

Beneath the city walls lies a heavily guarded fortified city called "Edel".

At the city gate, a squad of fully armed soldiers was rigorously checking everyone attempting to enter the northern plateau.

"Halt! Who are you?"

A soldier who looked like a captain stopped them.

"We are adventurers, and we want to travel to the northern highlands."

Philen answered.

The soldier sized them up and down, his gaze lingering on Frilian for a moment, before coldly stating, "The Northern Highlands are teeming with monsters and have a harsh environment; not just anyone can enter. According to Imperial law, only those with the qualification of a Level One Mage, or those guaranteed by a Level One Mage companion, are permitted passage."

Philon immediately took out the parchment certificate from his pocket and handed it over.

"First-class mage, Philon."

The captain took the certificate incredulously, examining it several times. "It really is the certificate of a First-Class Mage!"

The soldiers behind him were instantly in an uproar, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Philon.

Who would have thought that this girl, who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, is actually one of the top magicians on the continent!

The captain respectfully returned the certificate to Philon, then bowed deeply: "Lord Philon! Please allow yourself and your companions to pass!"

He immediately ordered his men to make way for him.

The group was able to pass through the checkpoint smoothly.

As you pass through the long city gate passageway, a gust of cold wind carrying the scent of ice and snow hits you in the face.

The view before me suddenly opened up.

This is a vast land, dotted with sparse coniferous forests, and distant snow-capped mountains reflecting dazzling sunlight.

This is the northern plateau.

Lynn took a deep breath of the cold air and felt a discomfort in her stomach.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose from the snow not far away.

Several cheetah-like monsters leaped out of the forest, their scarlet eyes filled with ferocity.

"It's a monster! A Frostclaw Leopard!"

Shutark immediately assumed a fighting stance.

Philon also raised his staff.

However, before they could even make a move...

Lynn had already moved, and two swords leaped from his waist.

The next second, his figure, like a ghost, instantly rushed into the horde of monsters.

All Shutalk saw was a blur of motion as it weaved through the monsters, accompanied by the whistling sound of a sword slicing through the air.

puff!puff!puff!

The three ice claw leopards froze in place almost simultaneously, their bodies covered in sword wounds.

Shutark was completely stunned.

He knew Lynn was strong, but he didn't expect him to be this strong.

In just a few seconds, he killed three monsters known for their speed and defense.

Philon's pupils contracted slightly as he gripped his staff tightly.

With that kind of power, she could easily kill a mage like her...

A subtle, meaningful ripple finally appeared in Frilline's usually calm eyes, and she murmured softly:

"It's even stronger than last time."

Lynn sheathed his sword, turned around, and smiled at the three of them.

"Thank you all for your care along the way. Let's part ways here."

After unlocking the statue map, he knew that apart from Golden Country, the places where Frilian and the others were going would basically not have any more statues of Nan Yong.

Next, I can only explore on my own, strive to improve my strength to the point where I can face the Great Demon Clan alone or even besieged by a group of demons, and finally go to the Land of Souls to obtain a way to return to Blue Star.

"Forest……"

Shutark tried to persuade her to stay, but Frilian raised her hand to stop him, smiling and saying, "Then goodbye."

Watching Lynn walk away, Philon turned to Frilian: "Lady Frilian, why don't we try to keep Lord Lynn? With such a powerful swordsman by our side, our journey will be much safer."

"As long as we keep traveling, there will always be a chance to meet again."

Frillie smiled and said, "Tearful farewells are not for us."