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Chapter 198, Chapter 197: The future will change, and my deeds will be sung for a thousand years!

"Hero, you've won! We're saved!"

A deafening cheer soared into the sky!

Many people's legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, staring at the sky with tears streaming down their faces, releasing their long-suppressed fear and despair.

Surrounded by the crowd, the old village chief jogged up to Gu Yuan, his hands trembling with excitement, and stammered, "Hero! Great hero! Please, you must stay! We want to hold a grand celebration to thank you for your kindness! Please give us a chance to repay your kindness!"

The legend became reality. She looked up at Gu Yuan with eyes filled with almost devout piety, fearing that this powerful man who had saved the village would disappear at any moment.

Seria stood at the edge of the crowd, looking at the cheering villagers in front of her, and then at Gu Yuan, who was surrounded by the crowd and seemed to be surrounded by his own halo. For a moment, she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

They actually did it!

As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the horizon, a huge bonfire was lit in the center of the village.

The towering flames illuminated every tired yet excited face, and seemed to temporarily dispel the gloom that permeated the air.

The aroma of roasted meat began to waft through the air, and the villagers brought out their treasured wines, spontaneously organizing a grand celebration. The joy of surviving the disaster was infectious to everyone.

The old village chief sat beside Gu Yuan, personally pouring him a bowl of golden ale, his face beaming: "Brave Warrior! Good news! We've dispatched messengers at breakneck speed to deliver the news of the Demon King's slaying to the nearest city!"

"I believe it won't be long before the entire continent is filled with praise for your great achievements and your name!"

She paused, partly to process the good news, and partly taking advantage of the alcohol and the noise, lowered her voice slightly, her tone becoming somewhat subtle and tentative: "Besides that, is there anything else you need?"

"After all, you are a great benefactor to our entire village, no matter what, for example—"

Her gaze swept meaningfully over the young girls around the campfire who were secretly observing Gu Yuan, their eyes filled with admiration and shyness.

Several bold girls noticed the village chief's gaze. Instead of lowering their heads in embarrassment, they puffed out their proud chests and cast even more eager glances at Gu Yuan.

"For example, the unmarried girls in our village—"

The village chief lowered his voice even further, his probing tone becoming even more pronounced, "To be able to serve you, Hero, is a blessing they've accumulated over many lifetimes, and besides—"

She took a deep breath, as if stating a crucial fact, "If your noble bloodline can be preserved, it will be a blessing and a protection for this continent that has suffered so much."

"Um?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yuan frowned and put down the wine bowl in his hand.

He looked around; the girls were all very young, the oldest no more than sixteen.

Their eyes held both pure admiration for heroes and a yearning for the strong, but deeper still, there was an undisguised ambition.

A strong desire to change one's ordinary fate by attaching oneself to a powerful figure.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan frowned even more, and his voice became slightly distant: "Leave the bloodline? Forget it. Eliminating the Demon King is just to let me live a more peaceful life, nothing more."

He didn't want to inexplicably develop a bunch of weaknesses and troubles just because of a hollow title.

The village chief was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a straightforward refusal, then forced a smile and said, "You're too modest! Your abilities are obvious to all, you deserve it—"

She wanted to continue persuading Gu Yuan to accept this "gift" and a deeper bond with the village.

Just then, Miliearde, who had been sitting quietly to the side, sipping the village ale, frowned slightly.

She seemed quite dissatisfied with the sour and rough taste of the wine, and noticing Gu Yuan's impatience, she coughed lightly, interrupting the village chief.

"Uh, the wine here isn't very good. Do you have any fruit wine?"

Gu Yuan immediately understood and took out a bottle of tempting-looking fruit wine, handing it over: "Here you go."

The topic was cleverly shifted.

The celebration continued, filled with laughter and cheers.

Midway through, Gu Yuan finally managed to escape from the enthusiastic crowd and walk to the woods on the edge of the village.

The cool night breeze dispersed the smell of alcohol and noise clinging to him, bringing peace and quiet back to his ears.

A short while later, Milieard also came out.

"Why didn't you stay inside a little longer?" Gu Yuan asked.

Miliald didn't look at him, her gaze fixed on the distant night: "It's too noisy."

A silence spread between the two, but it didn't feel awkward; instead, it created a tacit tranquility.

Gu Yuan was about to say something when Millie Alde suddenly looked up and said, "Don't misunderstand, just now—I just didn't want to be unable to drink good wine in the future."

After all, if Gu Yuan really had a formal partner or even a child here, logically speaking, the position of her, his close "friend of the opposite sex," would become very awkward.

At that time, it will probably be difficult to obtain his fine wine so naturally again.

Her tone remained calm, but Gu Yuan caught a fleeting glimpse of complex emotions in her eyes.

Seeing her contradictory expression, Gu Yuan nodded slightly and followed her words, saying, "I see."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the village chief's voice broke the silence of the forest with a warm laugh: "Hero, what are you doing here? The banquet isn't over yet, and the most exciting dance is about to begin. The girls are all eagerly awaiting your return!"

"certainly."

She changed the subject and said considerately, "If you are tired, I will arrange the best room in the village for you to rest right now. Everything is prepared for you."

As she spoke, her gaze lingered on Milieald for a brief moment, seemingly lost in thought.

Gu Yuan glanced at Milie Alde, then nodded to the village chief: "Lead the way."

He really needed a good rest, after all, starting tomorrow, he planned to completely wipe out all the remaining demons on this continent.

He wants to create a safe enough environment to turn this world into his reliable "backyard" and "resource reserve".

As for those wild monsters? Let humans deal with them themselves. Without the threat of external enemies, internal strife will inevitably break out sooner or later.

Millie Alde stood there, watching Gu Yuan's departing figure, motionless for a long time.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight dispelled the morning mist and fell upon this land that had returned to tranquility after the turmoil.

Gu Yuan declined the old village chief's invitation to go to the holy land and draw the "Sword of the Warrior" because the time was not yet right.

Under the reluctant gazes of the girls from the land of swords, he mounted his dragon and headed north.

Miliald sat on the dragon's back, watching the village below shrink and the blurry figures below, and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the village chief's highly suggestive words last night, along with the girls' eager gazes, planted a seed of unease in her heart.

If Gu Yuan truly settles down in this world, and has a formal partner and family—

So where does he stand—this friend who depends on him for providing fine wine and with whom he has a delicate relationship?

A thought quietly took root, carrying a dangerous allure:

Instead of living in constant fear that Gu Yuan will drift away from her because of new ties, why not—be the one who becomes that ties—?

But when she looked up at Gu Yuan's back and thought about the huge lifespan difference between elves and humans, that budding idea was shattered by reality.

If a long life can only be used to savor a brief moment of joy, followed by endless lonely waiting, that would be far too cruel.

Let me think about it some more.

Miliearde suppressed her chaotic thoughts, letting out a barely audible sigh.

The dragon flapped its wings, making a powerful whooshing sound as it carried the three of them into the distance.