Everyone is old friends, not life-and-death enemies, so of course they would not be really happy that Shuer would die. No one really wants to let Shuer die.

But no one advised him to say nonsense like not to go.

Because this is his own choice, and because everyone is the same type of people, people who know the promises and responsibilities.

They are not children anymore. They all know what they are doing and know how to be responsible for their choices. This is one of the reasons why everyone can get together.

Only with efforts can you gain; if you gain something, you will lose something. This is the truth that will never change for millions of years.

In the past few years, Shuer has got everything he wants.

Honor, power, status? Not these. In fact, with Shure's ability, these ridiculous things are at your fingertips and cannot even be considered a reward, and it is not worth paying any little price for it.

What Shuer got was something at a higher level.

The church ushered in the revival, the gods resurrected, the hope of saving their hometown, the respect of every insider, the unanimous recognition of all gods, and... an opportunity to move towards eternity.

For most people, these levels of things are something they dare not imagine in their dreams. Even everyone present dares to say that they have the chance to get one of them. But Shuer has obtained them, and has paid a lot of money in his hands. But it is not enough, so it is time for him to pay the final price for this. As long as he can come back alive, whether it succeeds or not, he can take it as a matter of course to enjoy all the results.

Therefore, even if you know that he is very likely to never come back, no one advises him, and just sends him farewell with the warmest atmosphere and the happiest banquet. Perhaps everyone will cry because of his departure, but at least now, everyone should smile and express their most sincere blessings to him with singing and strong wine, wishing him to come back alive.

Everyone is like this. Even Saffre, who thinks the name Saffre Wright sounds very nice and has decided to change his surname secretly as soon as Shuer goes on a mission, is always smiling. Although in his smile, tears are always in control of the corners of his eyes.

"Damn bastard, Nick and I are not the kind of relationship you said. That idiot is my life-and-death enemy! If you dare to say so unbearable, be careful that I will smash your dog's head. I tell you, go to die quickly. After you die, no idiot will prevent me from expressing my love to the cutest sister Lisa. Hahahaha, sister Lisa is waiting for me, I... bastard, actually attack me, your chivalrous spirit, your priest dignity, pull out your weapons, come and fight, today I will divide my life and death with you."

"Captain, you still owe me twenty-one barrels of distilled liquor. You have agreed to it at the beginning. There is also the secret recipe for brewing in your hometown. You said you would write it for me three years ago. I have been waiting. You are not allowed to pay the debt. You must give it to me immediately after you come back, otherwise I will go to the square of your Dark Moon Temple to hold a sign to accuse your atrocities every day."

"Boss, I promised to take me to make a fortune together. I just ran to the world of Zhuying. Although the harvest is really good, I haven't had enough fun yet. Don't want to run away. I decided to rely on you. When you come back, I must call me next time Zhuying. My savings for the rest of my life will depend on you."

"Go to die, the rat in the vault, the damn gold-eating beast, the greedy vampire, the promised 60,000 gold coins a year, but you had 380,000 yuan in advance in the first year. Is there anyone who did this business? What, you said that you exchanged technology for it? I don't care, as long as you spend in our family's vault, it will be considered your advance. It's okay not to accept it. Next time you come back, let's talk about the rent of the floating cities you plan to borrow from our Winged Humans."

A cup of strong wine, a piece of blessing (??), every cup of strong ale wine, the ale wine burns the internal organs, but it is far less heartwarming than the tears of friends.

This is my friends. Shuer raised his wine glass and thought, he had experienced countless tests of life and death over the years, and had gone through countless deaths. The price he paid was worth it? Perhaps, even if he only exchanged for these friends who were willing to entrust his life, it would be worth it.

"I'm not willing to let you lick my feet yet. Don't try to escape from challenges. It's useless. Sooner or later, I'll make you kneel at my feet and lick my feet willingly. So, don't try to escape. I'm a master who plays with the soul. Even if you die, I can dig out you and ravage you."

"You have not fully fulfilled the agreement with our Central Tower. You have never been the kind of irresponsible liar who promises irresponsible. That's why we are willing to trust you and cooperate in advance. Don't let our trust be entrusted to non-human. Remember to fulfill your promise. Don't say that someone else can help you complete it. The person I promised to be you, and I will also look for you, and we don't recognize other people."

Looking at the two slightly drunk female mages, Shuer's first focus was... It turned out that the mage also drank. Well, this is not important. What is important is that the blessings from the mage are always so special. The lazy necromancer and the cold elemental mage stood in front of Shuer one left and one right, and looked him up and down with a strange look, as if there was no difference from the way they usually looked at the experimental subject, but it seemed that there was something indescribable meaning and emotion hidden.

"Hehe." Saf habitually held a thick book, hiding behind her glasses, looking at Shuer with shy eyes. The female swordsman did not send blessings to others, and even said nothing. She just smiled shyly, holding the book's two hands, and stirred their fingers together in front of her chest. Well, on her fingers, a conspicuous ring, and the crystal diamonds shone on the ring. Even in the middle of the night, under the reflection of the fire, the dazzling diamonds were still particularly conspicuous.

"Hehe", the female swordsman smiled foolishly, her fingers gently turned the ring, her white teeth bit her bright lips, and her soft eyes were as crystal clear as water waves. Sometimes, language will lose its original meaning. At this moment, a look, a smile, and a small movement of fingertips is enough to explain everything.

"Everyone, it's enough to say everything that everyone can gather here today. I won't say much about thanks or something." Taking a deep breath, Shuer pressed down the warm current in his chest, raised his wine glass, and let the flames turn his cheeks red. "With you here, there is nothing scary anymore. Wait until I come back this time..."

"I always think you said something amazing."
Chapter completed!