Song Yu looked at Mu Lan with a mocking smile, and chose "yes" in his consciousness.

"The main quest is complete...... And we killed two members of the Blood Wolf Regiment......"

Song Yu looked at the two teammates and said with unspeakable pain:

"You're not negative anymore, let's go back."

Then the figures of the three gradually faded, and after a few moments, they disappeared into thin air, without a trace.

Mu Lan sat on the ground with a pale face, and immediately stopped using the Qingmo Jade Bracelet, fortunately, the time was short, otherwise he would have to use a large number of points to repair his body when he returned to the main god space with too much vitality, which would be too much of a loss.

"Arashi?" Julian worried, "Are you alright?" ”

Shaking his head, Mu Lan looked at several other teammates, Lin Yi leaned on the stone and panted, Zhao Ziyu and Shen Wei lay on the ground for a long time without moving, and Shi Zhengyang had not yet arrived, and he was anxiously shouting to himself in the spiritual link.

"I'm leaving." Mu Lan stared at Julian's azure eyes, and in her consciousness chose to return to the main god space.

"I guessed it." Julian said in frustration: "You always have to go......"

"I'm just not reconciled......"

Mu Lan, who has always been cold, smiled, although her face was covered with blood, but this smile was as bright and moving as a hundred flowers blooming, Julian held her breath, a little stupid.

"Goodbye!"

Mu Lan's body gradually faded and became lighter, Julian subconsciously wanted to catch her, but he couldn't touch Mu Lan's body.

"Julian, be a good king."

Mu Lan's smile drifted away with the wind, and she finally disappeared from this world, while Julian was stunned, looking at her empty hands, she only felt that everything disappeared like a beautiful dream.

"Be a... Good king. ”

......

Time precipitates, and the years pass.

On the continent of St. Valen, where the gods have given mankind, there will always be ups and downs and magnificent legends, but on the scale of time, these stories are gradually distorted, and finally only a few strokes remain in the pile of old papers, turning into the dust of history.

Maybe you'll hear these stories being told by bards on a street corner, in a tavern.

You may be emotional, or you may be excited.

But that's just some kind of embellishment in ordinary life, and the days will go on, and the passionate epic stories have turned into after-dinner conversations.

"Grandpa, did the emperor finally drive the barbarians away?"

"Of course, otherwise we wouldn't have a good life now!" The farmer stopped his work, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sackcloth clothes, and then scraped the tip of the child's nose with his big hands.

"His Majesty Julian saved us, he is a hero."

"I want to be a hero too!" The child showed a look of adoration and yearning.

"Do you want to be king?" The farmer was amused.

"Nope! I just want to be a hero! The child danced with his little hands and made two moves of the knight's sword.

"I want to become a legendary mercenary and help His Majesty punish adultery and eliminate evil!"

......

Spring goes to winter, cold comes and summer, and the city of Saint-Dantier, the thousand-year-old royal capital, is still magnificent.

Soon after the sun set, the western sky was still burning with an orange sunset, dyeing the palace in warm hues.

Northval's future heir, the young prince, slowly walks to the throne.

He looked at Julian Frenwihill the Great on the throne, the great king of Claudius, eighty years of age, who had become an old man in the last years of his life, whose face had been wrinkled by the years, but whose wise eyes were not at all cloudy, but still piercing with a frightening, admirable piercing gaze.

"Father!" The prince saluted with his right hand on his chest.

Julian looked at his son, who was very similar to him when he was younger, and smiled softly instead of being angry and arrogant.

"Take you to a place."

The secret room of Hercules Hall slowly opened, and the young prince looked at the dark tunnels inside in surprise, he did not know that there was such a place in the palace.

"This is a custom that has been passed down through the kings, and I will tell you a secret before I return to the arms of the gods."

"Father!"

The prince was startled, looking at the old man in front of him who was leading the way with a torch, his back was a little rickety, and he felt that his father, who had always been heroic and majestic in his memory, was really late, but he still couldn't bear to say: "Your body is still very strong, and it is not too much to live to be a hundred years old!" ”

"Boy, don't comfort me."

Julian laughed, and then touched a mechanism, and the entire secret passage lit up, and he led the prince into one of the rooms.

In the room is a circle of hanging paintings, and the above descriptions come to life in the light of the fire.

The lush tall woods, a little familiar, should be the Ragon Forest, two men and two women surrounded Julian in the forest, they were fighting with the monsters, the young Julian looked different from what he imagined, with a softer aura, looking like an ordinary noble child.

The towering black spire and the barbarian army attacking the city should depict the famous Battle of Wellenburg in history, with the flag fluttering behind Julian, and the four men also standing beside him, at this time the protagonists of the picture are fighting side by side.

The next one is more familiar, depicting the royal capital of Saint-Dentier, with Julian in an officer's dress holding a sword, and countless soldiers standing in the square, all dressed in ceremonial robes, as if a major ceremony was being held.

The ensuing painting depicts the Battle of the Silver Valley, the final battle of the Barbarian War more than fifty years ago, when the barbarians of Zoretan swept through the north, and the fate of the entire continent hung by a thread.

There are a lot of oil paintings, but each one has those four people, sometimes five people, in the picture they are different from the Norswar people, a bit of the southern Celis people, from the painting you can see that they have a good relationship with their father, they are partners who can deliver behind the scenes.

A young girl in the painting attracts the attention of the prince, and she is present in every painting, her demeanor is indifferent, her face is delicate like a fairy, and she always appears in the most important place in the painting, and you can see the painter's partiality towards her.

"Is this the legendary mercenary group?"

As he spoke, the prince looked at the last painting, a single bust of the black-haired girl, with a faint smile in her eyes and an indescribable hint in her eyes.

"Yes." Julian replied, she also looked at the portrait of Mu Lan at the end, and sighed, even if he invited the best painter in the whole continent, he still couldn't restore her own style, which had always been his regret.

The girl in front of him seemed to be smiling and looking at him, and Julian's thoughts returned to the prosperous years of his youth, back to more than fifty years ago, and saw the decadent and down-and-out self again, and also saw them vividly.

"I'm a ...... Good King? ”

"What?" The prince thought he had misheard, and looked at Julian's earnest eyes, as if he were waiting for his answer.

The answer seems to be undoubted, his father is the leader of the same name as Claudius, the second emperor, he saved Nosval when he was in his twenties, and after being crowned king, he reduced taxes for the peasants, let the people have new land, he took back the rights of the lord, reshaped the unity of Nosval, externally he controlled the continent, internally he let the people live and work in peace and contentment, and harvested year after year, he also let the magician into the eyes of mortals, and began to use the power of magic to facilitate life.

In the prince's heart, his father had surpassed Claudius the Great, and he bowed his head with reverence.

"Of course, of course you are a good king."

Julian smiled with relief, looked at the portrait of the black-haired girl, and said as if to himself:

"I did."

Julian looked at his successor in a long tone.

"I'll tell you a story, a story about the Chosen One."