Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 144 The Long-Awaited Priest

A few days later, in the royal capital.

Funeral of Holy King Norn.

Residents of the entire city gathered here spontaneously, extending from the palace to the cemetery outside the city.

Everyone had a sad expression on their face, and many people were sobbing quietly.

In the middle of the street, a long funeral procession was walking.

Lord and Celie did not join the crowd. They just stood quietly on the tallest tower in the city, overlooking the huge funeral procession below.

"Is this humanity's farewell?" Celie whispered to herself.

Lord was silent, his eyes following the receding coffin.

"Yes," Lord finally spoke, "This is what humans do. Using a grand ceremony to commemorate each other's achievements, Norn, he deserves it all."

He watched the coffin disappear at the end of the road leading to the cemetery until it could no longer be seen.

"We should go too, Celie."

Lord turned around and stopped looking at the sad scene. His gaze was cast towards the distant north, which was the direction of the Demon King's City and the place where he had to fulfill his next promise.

"Norn's journey is over, but our journey... still has a way to go."

Celie took one last look at the capital below, which was still immersed in grief, and nodded.

The two men turned silently, space magic unfolded, and their figures disappeared at the top of the tower, as if they had never appeared.

The northern wasteland.

Kraft was walking alone on the rugged mountain path.

Several days have passed since I parted ways with Lord and Celia.

In order to avoid encountering monsters as much as possible, he deliberately avoided the main road and chose a more hidden path.

But after so much time, the priest that Lord mentioned still disappeared.

This also caused a hint of doubt in Kraft's heart.

Did the priest encounter some accident?

Just as he climbed over a snow-covered mountain and was about to find a shelter to rest, an unusual fluctuation of magical power aroused his vigilance.

It was not the breath of the demons, but an extremely warm breath.

This breath came very clearly from not far away.

Kraft secretly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, moved forward silently, and gradually approached the source of the breath.

In a cave in the rock wall, a small bonfire was burning, and beside the bonfire, a figure was sitting quietly.

It was a young woman who looked human.

The other person was wearing a simple white robe, with long black hair simply tied behind his head, revealing a smooth forehead and handsome face, but for some reason, Kraft always felt that this face looked familiar.

It's obvious that I have never met the other person before.

A book was spread out on her lap, emitting a soft magical aura, the same one that Kraft sensed.

The moment Kraft saw her, the young priest also raised his head.

There was no surprise in her eyes, as if she had known he would appear at this time and place all along. "Warrior of the Elf race, I have been waiting for a long time."

Kraft was secretly surprised. The other party didn't seem surprised at his appearance at all. Could she be the priest that Lord mentioned?
However, Kraft's warrior instinct still made him remain vigilant.

"who are you?"

The woman closed the sacred book, stood up, and looked at Kraft. "I am Arya, an ordinary priest." Her answer was simple and vague. "And you, Kraft, are the elves who set foot on this land, the heroes who will save the world. We will eventually reach the same destination, but different paths."

"who are you?"

"Didn't I tell you? My name is Arya, a priest who is just as ordinary as can be, waiting for your arrival here." Arya tilted her head slightly, as if she was a little confused about Kraft's question.

She hadn't chatted with anyone for a long time. The last time she chatted with anyone was forty years ago.

But didn’t that guy tell Kraft in front of him about himself?
"Are you the priest that Lord mentioned?" Kraft confirmed.

"Yes!" Arya nodded slightly, acknowledging her identity. "He said you would need my strength, and I need to fulfill this promise."

Kraft studied Arya closely.

The warrior's intuition told him that her aura was extremely powerful, far surpassing the power of any priest he had ever seen.

It even vaguely reminded him of Olivia, or the other members of the Council of Thirteen, but was even more ancient.

Lord wasn't lying.

This seemingly weak human woman is the mysterious and powerful priest.

Although her origins and true identity remained a mystery, since she was introduced by Lord, coupled with the real and powerful strength before him, it was enough for Kraft to temporarily suppress all his doubts.

He took a deep breath of cold air and slowly loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword.

The wariness had not completely disappeared, but the hostility had transformed into initial acceptance.

"Sir Arya," Craft used honorifics. This clergyman gave him an unusual feeling. "I am Craft. Lord did mention you to me."

"Well, that's good." Arya nodded calmly, "I will go with you to the Demon King's location. You just need to make your name known and let everyone in the world know that it was you, Kraft, who defeated the Demon King and saved the world from his threat."

Kraft was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand."

Lord was unwilling to gain this honor by killing his former companions, so he took this cruel honor upon himself.

Although he didn't know why Lord chose him to bear this honor, since it was a promise, Kraft had no choice but to embark on this journey.

"Sir Arya, I'm afraid the road ahead will not be peaceful."

"I already know." Arya's gaze turned to the north, where the distant Demon King's city was located. A barely perceptible golden light seemed to pass through her eyes, so fast that Kraft thought it was his own illusion.

She didn't say anything extra, and the holy book in her hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared into her robe.

She gathered her plain white robes, stepped out of the campfire, and walked straight towards Kraft.

"Let's go, we still have a long way to go." Then he took the initiative to walk out of the cave.

Kraft no longer hesitated, tightened his cloak around himself, and followed Arya's pace.

Kraft looked at the figure in front of him, his heart filled with complicated thoughts.

Although the priest that Lord mentioned appeared, he had more doubts in his heart.

What is the true identity of this Lady Arya?
Why does the other party have such a terrifying power?
And he can only find the answers to all these questions on the road ahead.

(End of this chapter)