Hatti Fafnir, the newborn guardian of Emerald Dreams...... Ulysses, of course, would not have known what the name and title would mean. For him, this is just the expectation of a cute girl who can dance beautifully.

Of course, he didn't hate it, and it should be said that he was a little happy. Being able to make new friends in this strange city was a good thing he didn't expect.

"I'm Ulysses, a light mage who is still in the apprenticeship stage, and my dream in the future is to become a priest. "For Ulysses, he had nothing to hide, he was born in an ordinary village, had an ordinary family and friends, and was an ordinary teenager who could be seen anywhere.

Ulysses...... Ulysses ...... Remember, I will always remember, that you are my best human friend. Faphnir did not let go of Ulysses at all, but gently touched his cheek with his own face, which in their clan was used to show affection for a friend.

"Ah...... It's a little itchy......" Ulysses couldn't help but laugh. I don't know why, he doesn't reject Faphnir's kiss very much, but feels relaxed. Because he found that there was a smell close to that of Rasha, an indescribable smell in Faphnir.

Perhaps, it was the taste of genius? Faphnir's singing and dancing, like Rasha's swordsmanship, were clearly something far beyond the realm of mortals. People like them may be born with extraordinary talent and can easily do things that no one else can.

The world is really unfair. Compared to a genius like them, he is really too far behind, and he can't work hard if he doesn't work hard.

"I'm really happy today, I'm happy, so Ulysses is going to a good place with me. Faphnir let go of Ulysses' hand, and then took him with him and ran towards the other corner of the street.

After navigating through noisy crowds, through alleys, and sometimes jumping straight over high walls, Valphnir eventually brought Ulysses to a very, very tall stone monument.

The stele is about 20 meters tall and quite large. A ring of white dandelions is planted around it, and these white flowers give off a fresh fragrance when the sun shines on them.

For some reason, there was no one around this conspicuous megalith. And to Ulysses' surprise, he had not seen any trace of the megalithic tablet until he had been brought here by Faphnir just now.

"Commemorate the ...... with this monument The most loyal friend...... Celestial...... Pride and wish...... Beneath the Ancient Earth...... Sleep ...... forever," Ulysses read the words on the stele.

Perhaps because of the passage of time, the text on the stele is incomplete, but judging from the remaining words, it can still be seen that it is approximate. It seems to be an ancient monument to someone who has been laid to rest under the earth.

To be able to have such a huge stone monument built after death must be a very great person.

"This is the ancient Monument of Twilight, where a long, long time ago a hero of our clan was laid to rest, and where his master left a memorial tablet. Faphnir stroked the rough surface of the stele, and a pale green light flashed quietly, and a trace of ancient and vast aura came from the stele.

This is the hero's tombstone, and it is one of the very few graveyards that is not in their settlement, because the hero wants to sleep in the land where he once fought.

"Heroes. Ulysses raised his head and looked up at the huge stele, which seemed to have gained new vitality in the bright summer sun, and the incomplete text could not hide the history and vicissitudes it represented. Looking at this ancient stone tablet, Ulysses saw the story of a long, long time ago in a trance.

Bringing Ulysses to this heroic cemetery where only his own people can come is the highest sign of Faphnir's friendliness towards him. This is a place where only true friends of their clan can come, and it represents an eternal place of rest.

"I'll sing you the hero's song. Faphnir began to shake the rattle in her hand and sang the poem she had written for the hero.

You fly high in the sky, and the color of the sky is your color.

Thy wings cover the earth, thy roar will shake the skies, thy wrath can burn the world, and thou art the pride of the world.

No matter how muddy the world is, how dirty it is, you still stand tall.

Then, you find what you're looking for and fight in the skies of this land.

You become a legend, and then sleep peacefully on this land, with the flowers of the people you love, quietly sleeping.

The white flowers are the blessings she gives you, the blessings from the great.

The ancient song flew over the high megalithic monument and into the sky, and flew far, far away, along with the dandelion that had been blown away by the wind.

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"What's going on?" In the darkness, deep underground, the black-robed man who was conducting some kind of research in the ancient ruins looked around with a frown. The lab table in front of him was full of stumps of humans and unknown creatures, as well as parts of some types of metal, and the smell of blood was almost breathless.

He noticed that there seemed to be some unknown fluctuation in the ruins, slowly waking up. If it weren't for his extremely high spiritual perception, I'm afraid he wouldn't have discovered this.

It was the breath of some powerful creature, so powerful that even he found it intractable, but strangely weak, as if it was on the verge of extinction.

"Is it some kind of dying-dying underground demonic beast?" the black robe put down the experiment in his hand, trying to find the source of this aura. Unfortunately, when he concentrated on searching, the fluctuation disappeared without a trace.

"It's really troublesome, the experiment has reached the most critical moment, as long as the experiment is successful, this southern tribal area is in our pocket, and no one can stop us. Throwing down the bloodstained gloves in his hand, the black-robed eyes were bloodshot, and he walked out of the laboratory without looking back.

The Cult of the High God and the Horde Union have discovered this subterranean ruin, and the situation is urgent, and it is time to start that plan.

For the sake of a great study, even if there are 100,000 deaths, a million people are taken for granted. In the face of generational research, the life of ordinary human beings is just a meaningless number.

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