Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 147: Som, who already has a family

Som's hand was tightly gripping the glass, and even his whole hand was shaking slightly because of excessive force, making Lord suspect that the glass in front of him would be crushed by him in the next second.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Som's palm loosened slightly: "When I went to see him two years ago, I guessed it.
That stubborn guy was always busy every day, and he fainted from exhaustion several times. He ended up lying in bed and still had to deal with government affairs, not giving himself any time to rest.

Lord did not reply, but just looked at his old friend quietly.

Aside from Celie, the only one left of his former companions was Som.

But one day, the other party will meet his end like Norn, and then it will be just him and Celie.

But fortunately, there is still some time before that time.

For creatures like dwarves who live for hundreds of years, forty years is not a short time.

Som has changed a lot now. Not only has he grown a beard, but his temperament has also become much calmer. But only when he is with himself and Celie, he seems to have turned back into the dwarf boy who fought side by side with him.

Perhaps they were the only two people who could make the other behave like this.

"Did Norn mention Eric?" Som suddenly asked with a complicated look in his eyes.

Lord nodded. "I have said so, and I hope I can end Eric's suffering and let Eric rest in peace as a warrior."

Som's breathing became a little heavy. He put down the cup and supported his hands on his knees, his arm muscles tense.

After a long pause, he let out a long breath: "That fellow Norn finally made this decision!"

"Yes, there is no better choice than this."

Perhaps Eric still had some consciousness left, and his sanity had not been completely eroded.

But it was too late.

Som raised his head and asked, "Lord, did you promise him?"

"I agree." Lord's voice was soft, but it carried unquestionable power.

Thorm stared at Lord for a long time, and finally said: "Okay! I believe you can bring relief to Eric."

"Do you want to join us? Let's just consider it as a final farewell to our old friend." Lord suggested to Som.

"No, forgive me, Lord, I can't go with you this time."

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing, waiting for Som to continue.

"Just like Norn, I can't do it." Som's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "and"

He stood up, walked to a small cabinet by the fireplace, and took out a portrait.

This was painted not long ago by a foreigner who was good at painting. After all, the other dwarves said that he was about to become the new Dwarf King, so how could he do without a portrait?

Som had no choice but to agree.

However, the protagonist of this painting is not just him, there is also a dwarf woman who is holding a dwarf baby in her arms.

"This is my wife and child." Thom's eyes showed a hint of tenderness. "This little one will soon be one year old." His fingers gently stroked the baby in the portrait. "So I can't accompany you on this adventure. I'm sorry."

The once powerful and fearless dwarf warrior now feels more constrained by the concerns of his family.

But this restraint is actually a blessing.

Lord gazed at the portrait, a smile playing on his lips. "Congratulations, Som. Really." He said sincerely, "You have someone to protect, and that's more important than anything else." Celia nodded gently as well. "Your choice was wise, so there's no need to blame yourself."

In fact, even Miss Elf herself didn't plan to go. Among the former team, only Lord would go to see Eric off for the last time.

Som put the portrait back to its original place and turned to face Lord: "Lord, although I can't go there in person, the Dwarf Kingdom will always support you. If you need any equipment and supplies, just let me know!" He patted his chest.

"No need." Lord smiled and shook his head, "I'm ready."

In fact, he invited Som just to let him see Eric off for the last time, and there would basically be no chance for him to take action.

But now that he already has a family, for the sake of safety, we should try our best not to let him take risks again.

"Really? That's good. But are you sure you don't want to bring some new equipment? We recently managed to recreate a lost technology, something like a magic ball that explodes and emits bright light."

"Could it be the same kind Eric used?"

Lord still remembered that when they first met the goddess, Eric had used a similar magic item, and even in the final battle later, this guy used a weakened version of that item.

"Yes! That's it! This is a powerful item that even gods would give way to!"

"In fact, the other party just felt it was dazzling."

In the following time, Som enthusiastically showed Lord the latest props forged by the Dwarf Kingdom, trying to persuade Lord to take a few of them.

Lord declined most of them, but finally accepted a small bag of magic recovery potion specially made by the dwarves, which was an enhanced version, but the price was more bitter.

The elf lady standing by felt a chill in her body, as if something bad was about to happen.

After Som ordered someone to bring the magic recovery potion and Lord accepted it with a smile, Celie felt that the malice had reached its peak in an instant.

Originally, Lord planned to leave after meeting Som, but the other party insisted on holding a grand dinner to see them off.

At the banquet, Som dominated the crowd and got a bunch of dwarves drunk.

But only Lord knew that this guy was cheating and using juice instead of alcohol. Of course, no one could beat him.

For this purpose, Som even specially made a prop that looked like a yin-yang wine jug, which was really painstaking.

During this period, Som never mentioned Norn and Eric again, but just kept patting Lord on the shoulder and wishing him a safe journey.

Late at night, when the party finally ended, Som personally escorted Lord and Celie to their guest rooms.

In the shadows of the corridor, the warrior who would soon become the Dwarf King suddenly grabbed Lord's arm and said in an extremely serious voice, "Lord, if, I mean if, Eric still retains a trace of consciousness, could you please convey a message for me?"

"can."

"Tell him I will never forget the adventurous times of the past. He is the bravest warrior I have ever met!"

Lord nodded solemnly and took these words to heart.

The next morning, Lord and Celie quietly left the Dwarf Kingdom.

They thought they hadn't alarmed anyone, but they didn't know that on the city wall behind them, a figure was standing, quietly looking at the two figures going away.

"Bon voyage, my friends." The future Dwarf King murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)