Funeral, what should I do if I reincarnate as a demon?

I feel that being discovered in the end might be unexpectedly interesting, so let's just leave it like this for now, right? ——Looking at Fulilian, who was both relieved and a little worried, he, who was both a savior and a big devil, decided to say nothing in the end. The expectation of interesting scenes in the future made him feel happy, and he smiled and reached out to touch the silver hair in front of him.

".... What are you doing?"

Flilian, who was originally touching Ferren's head, looked up at this sudden strange head-touching cycle, and her expression could be said to be quite weird.

"Don't worry, I just said it out of emotion." Compared to the elves with strange expressions, Ash's face was full of smiles. He also slapped Fulilian's hand away and touched Philen's hair, feeling the roughly the same but different touch between his hands:

"... This is probably what it feels like to have two daughters? Unexpectedly good?"

"How many times have I told you not to touch my head...! You are such a stubborn guy... It really makes me angry!"

For this guy who repeatedly ignored her request not to touch her head and now even wanted to take away Philen's right to touch her head, Fulilian forgot her distress for a moment and couldn't help but want to kick him.

Although Philen didn't object to being touched on the head by them, the current situation made her feel a little complicated when she saw their strange actions... She was even more helpless with the two guardians.

But no matter what, at least this strange atmosphere... has greatly alleviated the terror and oppression brought by the corrupt sage Guval and the most likely behind-the-scenes mastermind.

The Buried Fulilian·The Official Beginning of the Journey: Chapter 5 Warrior Village·Winning the Village Chief·I Still Have to Rely on You, Fren, to Protect Me (4K)

With a little noise and a little distress, the group quickly said goodbye to the village where they no longer needed to stay.

Then not too long after they arrived at the warrior village that was famous in the local country... But it was also because of its fame that it almost became one of the places where the bloody military god Livale wanted to find a qualified opponent.

".... In other words, it was a place that was almost bloodbathed by Livale." He muttered in a low voice, and his eyes looked back and forth in this rumored extremely martial warrior village with some strange obsessions and rules.

This village is far away from the hustle and bustle, isolated from the world, with only winding paths leading travelers or occasionally lost hunters to step in.

The layout of the village is scattered and harmonious, and most of the houses are adobe houses, but they are neat and standardized, but also standardized to the point of having a bit of obsessive-compulsive flavor.

However, the ground under the building is paved with stones, and the land in the village surrounded by wooden fences is basically the appearance of the soil itself. It happened to rain last night, and the roads in the whole village were muddy.

Even in this environment, all the men in the village wore pure white cloaks, but none of them dirty their cloaks, and they seemed to cherish their cloaks.

Only one middle-aged man with a knife mark on his right eye, who was obviously a one-eyed dragon, wore a black cloak, and from his demeanor and majestic appearance, he was obviously the village chief.

But in terms of strength.... To be honest, it can only be regarded as escaping a disaster.

Although the overall strength of the people in the village is not bad, it is difficult to compare with Livale. The strength level is not at the same level. In addition...

"Do all the people in this village have mysophobia?"

"——This is the honor of a warrior, and it is natural to avoid being tarnished." The village chief obviously heard his muttering, turned his head and looked at him sternly:

"You are also a warrior. You can only prove your excellence by keeping yourself as spotless as possible in battle and life. Don't you understand this? By the way...what the hell is that?"

"Just walked away?"

"It's unbecoming...! Don't you have any pride as a warrior besides your strength!?"

"This statement is really too much."

Ash didn't care at all, and he didn't bother to argue with him. What? Philen couldn't help but stood up and said dissatisfiedly:

"What warrior's honor? What does this have to do with Master Ash? Master Ash is a magician! It has nothing to do with warriors."

"Magician? Impossible!" The village chief denied it without thinking, as if he had heard a joke:

"Look for yourself! Even if you are a new magician, you can't see his sharpness and the fierceness of a veteran in battle, but you should be able to see the calluses on his hands! That's not what a magician would have! It's definitely the result of wielding weapons for a long time!"

"Calluses from wielding weapons...?"

The other party's firm statement made Philen turn his eyes to the saber he always said was for self-defense, and his hands that were indeed a little too rough for a magician.

The girl's suspicious look also made Ash smile a little bit: "Well... How should I put it? Actually, I am a magician, but I also learned martial arts halfway through, so I am half a warrior, but I am not as good as you~"

"Learned martial arts halfway through?" The village chief frowned and showed anger when he heard this: "Are you belittling us?!"

"What do you mean?"

"As a warrior, you have reached a very high level, but you despise the dignity of a warrior so much...!"

"... You really have a strange persistence in strange things. Alas, just come casually, right?"

Faced with the village chief who was particularly strict and even angry in a strange place, Ash was really speechless now.

Fulilian felt that the other party was in trouble, and casually suggested:

"You have completely different understandings of warriors. It is impossible to convince each other with words... Since no one can convince anyone, why not just fight."

"——Lord Fulilian!?" The strange suggestion made Philen almost jump up, and Ash waved his hand uninterested: "Forget about bullying..."

"Bullying..." The face of the village chief——Eustace showed a much more angry expression than before.

He felt that he seemed to be seriously despised by this young man.

But Ash shook his head and sighed for his sake: "You were better when you were young, but you are already in your forties and fifties now, right? You are still fighting at this age."

In this world, the profession of warrior is basically the same as that of an athlete. It is not like a magician who becomes more popular as he grows older. Instead, the peak age is in his twenties.

In the twenties, at most in the thirties, the human body is basically no longer in its peak state, and various physiological functions will gradually decline, including muscle strength, endurance, reaction speed, etc.

This is a natural law in biology, and it is also obvious for humans in this world, such as the dwarf Azer in the Brave Team.

Although Azer can still live for a long time, he has passed the golden period of his body and is constantly declining, so he can only choose to live in seclusion. The brave Xinmeier basically retired after the adventure, which is almost the same reason.

Otherwise, why didn't he go to the north to continue to eliminate harm for the people? You must know that the demons in the north have never stopped wreaking havoc. Mahat in the Golden Country killed the demon generals who were causing chaos everywhere, and Solitier also went to break through a fortress. At that time, the Brave Team had just ended its adventure, and it happened within the past 10 or 20 years.

If he could maintain his peak for a while, he could become stronger in his thirties and forties. Would Xinmeier's character not gather his companions to deal with the corrupt sage and keep that huge disaster?

There is no way, the limit of human beings comes so unexpectedly fast and early.

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The brave cannot escape the limit, and the village chief in front of him is the same.

Although Eustace, as the village chief, has already retreated to the second line, and his son basically commands everyone, he is still full of confidence:

"Even if I am old, I am still the village chief of the Warrior Village! It is enough to deal with young people like you. Even if my physical ability is not enough, my experience and awareness are enough to turn the disadvantage around."

"....Young people? In fact, I am a little older than you look?"

"Is it already in my twenties?" Looking at Ash, who is only 18 or 19 years old, between a teenager and a young man, Eustace was stunned and guessed as much as possible.

But Ash pondered for a moment, then said seriously: "...Okay, I'm lying to you. Actually, I just turned eighteen this year."

"...This person is so shameless, Philen, don't learn from him."

"Don't worry...I definitely don't want to become someone like Ash."

As soon as he said this, Philen and Fulilian's faces were almost full of disgust, and they looked particularly tacit.

This made Ash a little hurt, but he just pretended that nothing happened and looked at the man opposite:

"I can duel with you, but if you win, you have to provide accommodation."

"And free meals." Fulilian, who was in financial difficulties, didn't care about disliking him at the moment, and quickly added a condition.

"Master Fulilian?!" I always feel that this village chief should be very strong. Philen was furious at this moment: "What if Master Ash is injured?"

"No matter what, it won't happen. Don't worry." Fulilian was particularly confident in him and pulled her aside directly.

The village chief glanced at the two of them, but he drew his sword and pointed it at him from a distance: "I can promise accommodation and food... but I won't take care of you if you get hurt later."

"I should say this, and can you provide drinks if possible?"

"Of course, it's no problem. It's only right for the strong to enjoy privileges... Of course, you can have enough drinks! But the premise is to defeat me!"

"Let's make a promise in advance. If your clothes get dirty later, I won't compensate you."

"Draw your sword! Let me see what you are capable of. You dare to speak so arrogantly." Eustace, who was in an attacking posture, looked like he was going to teach this young man a lesson.

But Ash, who was much older than him, didn't even make a posture. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it... That would be too bullying. My body can be comparable to most weapons if it is injected with magic."

"... Ridiculous!" Eustace didn't trust him at all, but he still stomped on the ground and rushed over, ready to use the sword to pull his hand and teach him a lesson.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible for ordinary people to see clearly.

Even Fren had no way to react at close range, so she couldn't even bear to watch the battle.

But when the distance between the two sides shortened and Ash's left hand entered the attack range, Eustace was sure that it was impossible to dodge. Eustace's worldview was completely overturned.

There was a muffled "bang!"

A ray of silver light flew out from his hand, shaking and vibrating, flying more than ten meters away, and finally fell into a puddle not far away.

The battle ended like this easily.

It was only when the thing fell to the ground that Philon saw clearly that it was Eustace's sword that was knocked away.

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Eustace, who had been so aggressive before, still stood there in an attacking posture, but he was stunned as if he had lost his soul, and did not move at all.

Because he couldn't see clearly what Ya Xiu's movements were from the beginning to the end, he felt a huge force coming from the sword... probably a slap directly on the sword.

But just like that, he could no longer hold the sword, and directly caused the weapon in his hand to fly out under the overwhelming force.

Even the surrounding villagers who were watching seemed to have been subjected to a restraining spell. They went from talking about it to being stunned for a moment...the change was so fast that they were at a loss what to do.

Eustace just stood there in oblivion for several seconds, then stiffly lowered his head and looked at his empty hands, and then at the young man in front of him. His whole person seemed particularly dazed, as if he was already doubting reality.

But at this moment, Ash showed a smile: "Mr. Village Chief, your clothes didn't get dirty, and I also got room and board. Now it's a perfect win-win."

"You... no, who are you?" The shock on his face made Eustace unable to speak clearly.

"Speaking of which, why haven't you introduced yourself yet? My name is Ash, and it's just Ash...but I have many masters, and one of them is the Brave of the South."

"The Brave of the South? The strongest one in the legend?!" Eustace looked suspicious when he heard the name: "But wasn't that a character who died more than eighty years ago?"

"Yeah, actually I'm over ninety years old."

"....Are you kidding me?" Eustace was stunned for a moment, but Ash touched his non-existent long beard and said seriously: "If you have to ask, it was probably a magic experiment that made my appearance never look the same. Change."

"Magical accident?"

"Anyway, let's talk over a drink, right? Or are you planning on cheating?"

"How, how is it possible! Please come with me!"

Eustace shook his head vigorously. He really had no intention of cheating, so he took everyone to a nearby house specially used for guests.

But Philon, who was still frightened just now, walked over quickly now, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the corner, staring up at him expressionlessly, puffing up his cheeks angrily:

"——Master Ash, did you lie to me?"

"Yes? What happened?"

"You are obviously a warrior!"

"To be precise, I am a magician and a warrior."

"What kind of concurrent training! Mr. Village Chief looks obviously very strong, but you actually did one move... No, does that count as one move?"

Thinking of the previous duel, Fearon began to wonder, was this really a duel? This is simply adults bullying children, right?

"Actually, he has retired and his strength is not as good as before."

"Even so! He should be quite strong!"

"Well... is it okay?"

"Then why do you win with just one move!?"

"No...wait a minute, Philon, why do you seem so angry at this time? Normally, you shouldn't be celebrating at this time? And then be proud of it?"

"Because I always thought you were weak!" Feilun said with an unacceptable look on his face:

"I have worked so hard to learn magic over the years, mostly to protect you and not to let you be bullied again! But now you tell me that you are very powerful?"

"...Ah~ Does this feel like a rich man deliberately hiding his wealth from his daughter?" He nodded thoughtfully, but said helplessly: "But, Feilun, I Shouldn’t you have never said that you are weak?”

"But weren't you beaten to a bloody head before?"

"There are some reasons, but in fact I only have a little stronger... this feeling?" He stretched out his hand and made a little sign with his index finger and thumb.

Then, in order to appease the girl, who seemed to feel that the effort was meaningless, Ya Xiu smiled and touched her hair: "And let me be honest with you, in fact, I only know a little bit of magic. I mainly learn to learn magic." Martial arts, so I still have to rely on you, Feilun, to protect me from now on~"

Although he said this, Feilun discovered for the first time that the man who raised him seemed to have many more secrets than he imagined.