Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 39 A Pleasant Dinner

Lynn and his group of five entered the restaurant that Laoffen had pointed out.

The shop was steaming hot and very noisy.

The five of them pushed two tables together in the corner, and as soon as they sat down, the waiter promptly handed them the menu.

"Omelette rice".

Shutark raised his hand, his voice booming.

"I want to eat cake."

Philon put his index finger to his lips and whispered.

"Steak! Large portion!"

Frillie poked half her head out from behind the huge menu, her eyes shining.

Finally, we ordered a table full of dishes: omelet rice, stewed meat, cake, steak, and grilled sausages, along with several glasses of juice.

A steaming pot of stew was placed in the middle of the table, bubbling away.

Frillie couldn't wait to pick up the spoon and scoop a large spoonful of soup into her mouth.

Absolutely not.

"Phew, ha!"

As soon as the soup entered her mouth, Frillie was so burned that she stuck out her tongue.

Laofen sat opposite him, her big eyes fixed on him, unsure of what to say.

"Lady Frilian, please don't be in such a hurry."

Philon sighed, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and skillfully wiped the soup stains from the corner of Frillie's mouth.

Frillie obediently stretched out her neck so her apprentice could wipe her mouth, mumbling, "It looks delicious."

"Does the mother bring her daughter?"

Lynn muttered a complaint under his breath, cut off a piece of sausage and put it in his mouth, his gaze falling on Hugh Tarek, who was making an omelet rice next to him.

"Looks like you've been training a lot lately; your muscles have become much firmer."

Shutark stopped moving, looked up, and saw rice grains still stuck to the corners of his mouth. He looked blank and asked, "Me? I'm fine."

"He's already an incredibly strong warrior."

Lynn's assessment.

Tomato Warrior is naturally gifted with high physical attributes and warrior talent. Since smashing the Red Mirror Dragon and embarking on his journey, the real battles along the way have allowed his experience points to rise rapidly, and his confidence has gradually been built up. He is no longer the guy who used to tremble with fear when he heard about fighting a dragon in the village.

If we were to use the Tomato Warrior as a unit of combat power again, Lynn wouldn't be sure.

"Mr. Lynn, please don't make fun of me."

Shutark scratched his head sheepishly, "If only I could become a qualified warrior like Mr. Lynn..."

"I'm hardly a qualified soldier."

Lynn interrupted Hugh Tarek, his voice turning somber: "I've come this far all for myself; I'm just a selfish brat."

Shutark stood there, completely at a loss for words, and looked to Philen for help.

Philon understood immediately, and while cutting the cake with a fork, she naturally changed the subject: "Mr. Lynn, how long have you been in the capital?"

"In just a few days."

Lynn forked a piece of meat. "I was planning to leave after resting, but I ran into a little trouble."

"trouble?"

Philon paused.

"But it's already been resolved."

Lynn didn't elaborate.

By this time, Frilian's squad should have already learned about the Shadow Warriors from Falsh and Zanze.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Laofen turned her gaze back to Frillie, who was still struggling with her steak, and sighed:

"Lady Frillien looks very energetic."

"That's just how she acts when she wants to eat."

Filon, sitting across from her, put down her fork and began to complain, "Every morning, getting her out of bed is a real struggle."

Frillie, who was chewing on her steak, protested indistinctly, "It's all because the bed is warm."

As Raffin listened, she couldn't help but glance at Lynn beside her: "Mr. Lynn gets up very early, before dawn."

"very nice."

Philon's tone revealed envy, "Unlike Lady Frilian, who not only sleeps in late but also loves to spend money recklessly, especially on magic books and magical tools."

"Did she buy a lot of powerful magic books?" Laofen asked.

"sharp?"

Philon's expression became more complicated. "A magic that can perfectly peel an apple, a magic that can make rainbows appear in puddles, and a magic that can make clothes smell like flowers. She spent most of her travel expenses on these things."

Shutark, standing nearby, whispered, "That apple-peeling magic was a commission."

With a single glance from Philon, Shutark immediately buried his head in his omelet and stopped making a sound.

"And there's a mimicry monster."

Philen said, rubbing her forehead, "Lady Frillian has an inexplicable obsession with mimics. No matter how many times we warn her, no matter how many times she's been fooled, she still falls for it."

Frillie swallowed a large piece of steak and retorted confidently, "What if? What if it really is a rare grimoire?"

"There's never a 'what if,' Lady Frillien."

Philon bluntly stated, "It's always a mimicry monster. It takes a lot of effort for Hugh Tarek and me to pull you out every time."

Laofen imagined the scene: an elf with half its body swallowed by a treasure chest, its two legs kicking wildly outside.

"Speaking of which, Philon."

Frillie suddenly spoke up, interrupting the two girls' conversation, "On the way here, I saw a magical tool shop. The sign looked very old. Tomorrow..."

"Lord Frilian,"

Philon's face immediately darkened: "We're out of money, and don't forget I still have a mission assigned by the Magic Association."

"I'll just take a look, I promise I'll just take a look."

Frillie pleaded, "Maybe we can find something good."

"You always say that."

"It would be such a shame to miss out on such a rare magical tool!"

Seeing the master and apprentice, Laofen couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Philan, you really look like Lady Frilian's mother."

"There's no way around it, Lady Frilian always spends money recklessly, someone has to stop her."

As she spoke, Philon picked up a handkerchief and wiped away the sauce that had just gotten on Frilian's chin.

Dinner ended in such a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

Stepping out of the restaurant, the evening breeze was chilly.

"I'm going to check out that store!"

As soon as Frilian stepped out, she pointed to the magic item shop across the street, her eyes sparkling.

"No, Lady Frilian, it's too late, the shop is about to close."

Philon tried to pull her back.

"It's okay, I'll just take a look from the doorway."

As she spoke, Frilian broke free from Philon's hand and ran towards the other side with light, quick steps.

"Really."

Felen had no choice but to follow.

Hugh Tarker scratched his head, glanced at Lynn and Laoffen, and followed them.

"Shall we go take a look?" Laofen asked.

"Let's go, we have nothing to do anyway." Lynn nodded.

That magic item shop was indeed very old, with incomprehensible runes engraved on its wooden signboard.

Frillie took the lead, pushing open the wooden door of the magic item shop, the wind chimes on the door making a series of crisp sounds.

"Excuse me!"

The elf rushed straight to the dusty shelf at the back of the store, as if it were back in its own home.

"This! What is this?" she asked, pointing to a fist-sized bowl on the shelf.

The wrinkled shopkeeper peeked out from behind the counter and replied with a smile, "That's a magical tool that can make water sweet, sir."

"I want it!"

Frillie looked satisfied.

"no."

Philon refused outright with a straight face, "We brought candy."

"That's different!"

Lynn watched the daily life of the master and apprentice without interrupting, his gaze casually sweeping across the shop, but Clementis's words inappropriately echoed in his mind.

What kind of troublesome magic has been cast on her? Perhaps Frilline knows.