Chapter 328

After knowing the problem of different time flow rates, Frieren decided to travel to other worlds as little as possible before the lifespan of the remaining two teammates was exhausted.

She originally felt that human lifespan was pitifully short, and although the dwarf's lifespan was slightly longer, it was only a few blinks of an eye. How could Frieren waste time?

Well, although she was interested in the technique called Yin-Yang Technique in the world of the boundary yokai called "Sister Zi" by everyone in the group, her frequency of appearance was not high, and she seemed to have entered a long-term diving state, with something big to do.

Frieren was not in a hurry for this moment. After all, the lifespan of yokai seemed to be very long, and might not be shorter than theirs. Jia Ji said that the meaning of seventeen years old might be "one chaos is one year."

The functions of "Kaleidoscope" were not many, but occasionally chatting in the group was quite interesting, understanding information from other worlds, and getting some new inspiration from it.

Not only 【Magic of the Hard Fist】, Frieren, who had a rich reserve of magic knowledge, had a flash of inspiration while fishing, and used her imagination to create some little magics that could be listed as the top ten weird magics among the people—【Magic that makes people want to beat the person in front of them】, 【Magic that makes the hairstyle become a Mohawk】, 【Killing Hand Knife Magic】...

However, what made her feel the strangest was.

Every time someone appeared, he had to make her use the screenshot function to take a picture of her newly accepted apprentice Fern, and also called it: observing the growth of the little spray mushroom.

She didn't quite understand his purpose in doing this, but Frieren didn't care much anyway.

Just like the ten years she spent with the Hero Himmel, perhaps it was long enough for humans, but for elves, these times now were just in a blink of an eye.

In an instant, can you cross a hundred years?

"24th Year of the Death of the Hero"

"Heiter, there are actually drugs that can make humans live longer, you know, if you want..."

Frieren said lightly in front of Heiter, who was withered and dying. She came here originally to visit him. Now this priest who was favored by the Goddess had finally reached the end of his lifespan.

Beside the priest who was completely bedridden and unable to move independently, the silver-haired twin-tailed elf's face still had no change.

A look of reminiscence appeared on Heiter's face.

"Cough, Frieren, do you know... I'm actually very happy to hear you say that. That Frieren would actually speak up for such a small thing..."

Because Frieren didn't refuse to take Fern as an apprentice, Heiter's original prepared speech didn't come in handy. Her purpose here was no longer to analyze the Sage's magic book, looking for magic for resurrection and immortality, but just to accompany her friend through the last years of his life...

"... I'm afraid you will still spend a quite long life. One second or 100 years makes no difference to you, so it is meaningless for you to measure things by the length of time. The longer the life you spend, the thicker the emotions you accumulate will make your body take action subconsciously at a critical moment... I am very happy that the journey with us has changed you..."

Heiter glanced at Fern, who had grown up quite a bit and was graceful, with the gentle gaze unique to elders, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"It seems it's time for me to return to the Goddess's embrace."

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Lying to you."

The wine-and-meat priest showed a smile of successful prank.

"If there is a chance, I hope to meet again at the crossroads of cause and effect..."

Frieren didn't say anything more. If what that person said was true, then as long as she reached Heaven, she could not only see Himmel again, but also Heiter.

Of course... if she could see a white strong vest man named 【Hell】 in Heaven, she must immediately contact the end-of-century iron-faced man from another world.

"26th Year of the Death of the Hero"

"Let's go, Fern."

Since she decided to teach, Frieren naturally wouldn't hide her secrets, but taught her all the most useful magic in actual combat.

Even though it had been 80 years since the Demon King was defeated, monsters were still rampant and demons were still running wild on this land, full of crises.

There were only about two thousand mages on the entire continent. This was not only due to aptitude, but also because the mortality rate of magic apprentices in actual combat was extremely high.

But Frieren was now confident that under her careful teaching, Fern could survive to the end in high-intensity fierce social activities.

"Frieren-sama, where are we going?"

Fern asked behind her master, holding the wooden staff.

"To see a very strong opponent."

"Fri, Frieren?"

The former demon who had recovered from petrification, once a powerful mage in the Demon King's army, the Rotten Sage Qual, opened his mouth slightly, staring at the... elf who was faintly a circle bigger than him in physique with a puzzled gaze?

For some reason, besides the white-bottomed gold-edged mage robe and pointed ears, there was no commonality with the elf girl in his impression who had barely sealed him with the power of four people, but he could still recognize her...

"How long has it been...?"

Qual expressed that he couldn't understand the status quo. He wouldn't have slept until the era when Astartes were everywhere, right? If it were an elf, maybe she could live to the 40K era.

"Eighty years."

Frieren replied with an expressionless face, then clenched her right fist, which was bigger than an ordinary person's head.

In Qual's pupils, a scarlet star he had never seen before was reflected. For no reason, he understood that it was a star representing 【Death】.

"Wait, wait! This old man just got out of trouble ah ah ah ah————" the Rotten Sage roared in disbelief. Pitch-black magic power condensed at a very fast speed, like lightning, wanting to use his most proud magic to defeat the opponent first.

But unfortunately...

One punch, swung out

BOOM——————

A huge sound like mountains collapsing and the ocean overturning came out. Explosive magic power surged from Frieren's palm, and the terrifying torrent immediately drowned the "General Attack Magic."

Rotten Sage Qual, exploded.

With a slap, only half of his head and an eyeball that stared out of the eye socket, carrying disbelief, remained in place.

"Frieren-sama!"

"You made a mess again!"

Fern stepped with vigorous steps to stomp Qual's remains, picked up Frieren, who had suddenly become small again, with a large hand, patted the dust off her body, and complained with dissatisfaction.

Compared to the 【Hard Fist】 used by Frieren, Fern mastered the magic called 【Soft Fist】 under her teaching, which was also the reason why Frieren thought she had the power to protect herself.

"Let's go..."

Stepping over Qual's ashes, Frieren looked north.

"We'll go in a straight line, to Heaven."

(End of chapter)