Chương 138: Little Yellow Book

Chapter 138 The Little Yellow Book (Seeking monthly votes~) Chirp chirp chirp.

Philen awoke to the sound of birdsong.

She tried to sit up, but the heavy pressure on her chest prevented her from moving, and at the same time, she felt some numbness in her left arm.

The little girl didn't look up.

Even without looking, she knew who this "heaviness" came from.

With a thud, Frillie rolled over in her sleep, fell off Philon, and landed on the floor.

Judging from the sound, it must have been a hard fall.

But Philon remained calm and showed no signs of tension; instead, he waited patiently for a while.

Soon after, steady breathing resumed, and Frillie continued her baby-like sleep on the floor.

Philon relieved the numbness in his arm, then sat up helplessly and looked at the pair of feet still draped over the edge of his bed.

"Lady Frilian, wake up."

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"Um--' Frillie made a muffled sound, sounding somewhat dissatisfied.

Philon let out a small sigh.

He put on his clothes and tidied himself up quickly.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window.

weather is good.

Today is the day I bid farewell to Lord Alden.

Now that things have been resolved here, they should set off to continue their journey to the Northern Plateau.

After tidying herself up and checking her suitcase again, she glanced at Frillie, who was still sleeping, and with a stern face, forcibly pulled her up.

Frillie was still half asleep. Even though she had gotten out of bed, she was still resisting. She sat in the chair with her eyes closed, letting Philon comb her hair.

Philon couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"I'm suddenly very curious—Lady Frilian, how did you live alone in the forest for those hundreds of years?"

"Ugh—" Frillie made an incomprehensible sound with her eyes closed.

Philon carefully combed through her messy hair, smoothing it out, and continued, "How did you style your hair before I did it for you?"

"Mmm—"

"Phew—" Philen tied her ponytail and let out a long breath.

"Every morning I have to drag you out of bed, coax you into getting dressed, and feed you breakfast—I'm practically your mother now."

"Mother----" Finally, a clearer sound came out of Frillie's mouth.

Philon puffed out her cheeks, put her hands on her hips, and said in a helpless tone, "So who is the mother in the end? No wonder Mr. Haita can't help but click his tongue every time he talks about your sloppiness."

"Let's go, go and call Mr. Shane to have breakfast together."

"Mmm—"

"If you keep making those noises, I'm going to have to add something to your breakfast porridge."

"Don't do this—" The two walked one after the other down the corridor, while the maids inside the mansion were carrying out their morning cleaning. They would greet them with a smile as they passed by.

Philon nodded politely in response.

Looking down from the corridor window, you can see the courtyard below.

At this moment, three figures stood on the grass in the courtyard.

Wirth, Schutark, Mutt.

Frillie stopped in her tracks.

In the courtyard, little Mutter was practicing basic slashing with a wooden sword against a wooden stake. Wilt and Shutark stood by, occasionally demonstrating and offering their comments.

The elven girl smiled, a slight upturn to her lips.

Aize had told him about Shutark's childhood, how losing his hometown and his beloved brother had always been a deep wound in his heart.

Now, the boy seems to find some comfort in these two brothers who both hail from the Village of Warriors.

The reason Shane custom-made the longsword for Wilt was partly to express Wilt's pure heart in protecting the city, and partly to make up for the regret in Shutark's heart.

[I think Shutark would be very happy to give Mutter and his brother the opportunity to fight side by side.] Frillie remembered that Shane had said that.

The two continued down the corridor and arrived at Shane's door.

dong dong dong.

The door was tightly shut, and no one answered from inside.

dong dong dong.

Philon knocked it again.

Still no one answered the door.

The little girl frowned. What was going on? Was Mr. Shane also sleeping in?

Just then, a person staggered down the corridor.

"Good morning, Florian, Philon."

Zain greeted Frilian and Philon with delight, and showed them the spoils he was carrying.

"Look, I had amazing luck last night!"

Frillie glanced at it curiously.

It was a dark green egg wrapped in a cloth.

The egg is about the size of a cabbage leaf, with a dark green shell that looks bumpy and not very smooth.

"What kind of egg is this?" Frillie asked, puzzled.

"It's a dragon egg! burp" As he spoke, Zain leaned against the wall next to him and let out a burp.

Frillie's eyes lit up.

Dragon egg!

Philon raised his hand, placed a finger under his nose, his face expressionless, but the disgust in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"You wouldn't believe it, when that bard lost this guy to me, he was so heartbroken he almost cried—" As he said this, Zain couldn't help but step forward, getting closer to Frilian and Philon.

Philon dragged Frilian along and took a step back without any attempt to hide it.

Unaware of anything amiss, Zain took another step forward, lowering his voice as he said, "It's said that this is an egg of a [Celestial Dragon], and there's only one in the world!"

The egg of the Celestial Dragon!

A light shone in Frilian's eyes.

Philon was all too familiar with Frillie's expression.

This light is what I see whenever I see strange and unusual magical tools or materials!

The little girl, unable to bear it any longer, looked at Zain as if he were a fool.

"Mr. Zain, do you think a bard could obtain the only dragon egg in the world?"

Upon hearing this, Zain stroked his chin and hesitated for a moment.

"That's really unlikely—" After all, the combat ability of a bard is quite low, only slightly stronger than a two-year-old child wielding a sword.

Its main function is to provide background music for teammates during battles.

"Right, so please take the eggs to the kitchen, so they can arrive in time for breakfast—" Before Philen could finish speaking, Zain suddenly slapped his forehead.

"So he's definitely not an ordinary bard!""

"" Philon remained silent.

To everyone's surprise, Frilian nodded with bright eyes.

She didn't want to deal with this "hangover" anymore and dragged Frilian towards the door to go back to her room. Just then, Zain's gaze fell on the door to the side.

Click.

Zain reached out and pushed open the door, carrying the "dragon egg," and walked in naturally.

"Shane, I've got a treasure for you~" There was no response from inside the room.

Philon glanced inside and saw Shane sprawled out on the floor in the same position as Frilian had just been, fast asleep.

The little girl was shocked.

Is this kind of thing contagious?

Just as she was marveling at it, Zain cried out "Ouch!" and then stumbled a few steps, falling onto Shane's bed while still clutching the dragon egg.

Frillie immediately spotted the culprit that had tripped Zain—a yellow-covered book on the floor.

The book was shimmering with magical traces; clearly, it was no ordinary book.

Curious, she walked over, bent down to pick it up, and casually turned to a page.

It turned out to be a travel photo album made using the "Photo Magic" app.

The page she randomly flipped to depicted everyone fishing on the frozen lake in the Swell Mountains: While Shane and Kraft were measuring the location of the openings in the ice, she, Philon, and Shutark were skating on the ice. Shutark was going too fast and fell on his backside a long way—she and Philon laughed uncontrollably.

Seeing that they were having fun, Shane put down what he was doing and pulled Kraft to join in. The group lined up, with the people in the back grabbing the clothes of the people in front, forming a chain.

Led by Shane, using the [Swiftness] ability, everyone accelerated on the ice, circling until they could no longer control their speed and crashed headfirst into the snow on the lakeshore.

There's also a photo of her and Shane cooking together in Sword Village. At that time, she was struggling with the recipe Aize gave her, wondering what "appropriate amount" meant in Shi Shang Yu's recipe for "adding an appropriate amount of salt."

Fortunately, there was Xia En, who, with a wave of his hand, solved the problem directly.

Of course, this "success" process took three to five attempts.

Thinking back to how the two of them were adding "more meat, more salt; more salt, more meat," she couldn't help but laugh. Actually, the authentic "extra-large hamburger patty" wasn't nearly as big as what they ended up making—but thankfully, the final taste was pretty good.

Frillie flipped through the books in the bookstore.

Besides capturing these interesting everyday stories, the album is filled with photos of every place they've been. Whether in the countryside or the city, Xia En's lens always captures mostly smiling faces. He didn't simply create a collection of photos; he made it into a travelogue.

Frillie recalled the message that Xia En received from the Countess on the day of the banquet.

At that time, Frilian asked him if he wanted to reply.

He said of course.

Looking at it now, the Countess would surely love this album.

Philon squatted on the ground and gently nudged Shane, but Shane didn't react at all.

"Lady Frillien, what should we do?"

Frillie closed the book and placed it neatly on the table.

"Don't worry, he's probably just exhausted and passed out. Let him get some sleep."

Philon nodded in agreement.

Ok.

It seems I won't be able to take a farewell photo with Lord Alden today.

Xiaoqie's mother turned around, intending to take a blanket from the bed to cover Xia En, but instead heard Zhao's loud snoring.

Zain was actually asleep in Shane's bed.

Upon seeing the photo of Zain asleep, Frillie's eyes lit up once again.

She summoned her staff and cast a [Levitation] spell, which sent the dragon egg that Zain had been holding flying to her.

"Lady Frilian, you—"

"Shh!!!"

The next morning.

The group packed their belongings and formally bid farewell to Lord Alden.

The entire city's residents crowded at the city gate to see them off.

In front of everyone.

Lord Alden took out a long box and solemnly handed it to Zhao Shane.

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