Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 156: Celia's First Disciple

But to his surprise, Celie did not ask the other party to leave in a cold tone as expected.

She closed the book, stood up, walked to the steps, and looked down at the elf girl: "Lost?"

The elf girl nodded vigorously and whispered, "I was chasing a beautiful butterfly, and then..."

"Your sense of crisis is too poor. Be careful or you might die if you encounter a wild beast." Celie commented bluntly, but her gaze lingered on the elf for a moment, as if she was evaluating something.

She sensed the presence of magic from the young elf in front of her, and the other party seemed to be born to be a good seedling for learning magic.

But Celie said nothing. She simply raised her hand, a small, gentle glow condensed from her fingertips, and gently pointed in a certain direction of the forest: "Your tribe is over there. Follow the light and you will be back."

The elf girl looked at the light that was guiding her, then raised her head in surprise at Celie, a trace of gratitude and admiration surfacing in her large eyes: "Thank... Thank you!"

She bowed, then ran carefully in the direction of the light. After running a few steps, she couldn't help but look back.

Lord leaned against the window, watching the other person run away. Then he looked at Celie, who had returned to her seat and picked up her book, and said with a smile, "I thought you would just chase her away, but I didn't expect you to be so considerate and give her directions."

Celie didn't even raise her head, concentrating on the book in her hands, her tone still calm: "It's just a matter of convenience."

Lord chuckled and remained noncommittal.

After all, even if Celia didn't do this, he would still guide the elf back.

However, a few days later, the elf girl appeared again.

This time she was not lost, but came prepared.

She timidly placed a small basket of berries on the steps of the cottage. When Lord discovered her, she ran away quickly with her head down.

Then came the third time, the fourth time...

Sometimes she would bring some beautiful stones, and sometimes she would just stand at a distance and watch Celia practice her new magic.

His eyes were filled with pure curiosity and yearning for magic.

This look reminded Lord of the girl named Lisa in the first human village they had taught.

Finally, one morning, when the elf girl mustered up the courage again, she stood in front of the cottage and looked at Celie eagerly.

Celia finally took action.

She stood up, walked under the eaves, and looked at the small figure in front of her.

"You," Celia's voice was still cold, "what's your name?"

The elf girl looked up in surprise: "Ella! My name is Ella!"

"Ella," Celie repeated, then said calmly, "Do you want to learn magic?"

"I want you to accept me as your disciple!" The elf girl bent down and asked without hesitation.

"Okay!" Celie raised the corner of her mouth. "I will teach you magic, and you will be my first official disciple."

When Ella successfully condensed magic power in her hands for the first time under Celia's guidance, she almost jumped for joy.

Even Celia herself had a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. Lord couldn't help but ask, "Why are you suddenly interested in taking in a disciple?"

Celia was demonstrating to Ella how to better control the flow of magic power in her body. Upon hearing this, her hands paused.

He glanced sideways at Lorde and said with a matter-of-fact indifference, "It's interesting, isn't it? Watching her clumsy learning, from being ignorant to finally growing into a powerful magician, this process should be very interesting."

During her previous adventures with Lord, Celia had taught him some human magic, but only superficially, and the magical knowledge she imparted was quite limited. This was completely different from Ella, whom he had formally accepted as his disciple.

She withdrew her gaze and continued to focus on the movements of her hands, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was saying to Lord: "And you have to find something to do. It will be very difficult to be alone during the long wait."

Each time Lord reincarnates it seems to be getting longer and longer.

It started out as fifty years, then fifty-five years, and the last time I made myself wait for sixty years.

According to the other party, they are constantly improving this magic, so it takes longer and longer.

Celie didn't understand this.

If I'm constantly perfecting this magic, shouldn't the time it takes be getting shorter and shorter? Why is it getting longer and longer?
But even if I asked, the man did not give a reasonable explanation.

Celia had no choice but to stop paying attention to this matter.

Anyway, for her, as long as she can wait for this man to return, fifty years or a hundred years will not make much difference.

While waiting, do something interesting to pass the time.

Lord looked at Celie who was concentrating on teaching Ella, and looked at her long golden hair that emitted a soft halo in the sun. The elf lady who was once arrogant and almost indifferent to others seemed to be quietly changing.

A warm feeling welled up in his heart and he smiled: "Yeah, it's very interesting."

"Do you want to join us? This kid is good material."

"I'll let it go." Lord politely declined.

I won't compete with Celie for the title of the most ancient magician.

But…" Lord deliberately dragged out his tone.

"But what?" Celie asked without looking up.

"However," Lord walked over to her and looked at Ella, who was distracted by their conversation and began to feel upset because the ball of light in her hand had shattered. He lowered his voice and said, "If that ignorant human hadn't rejected you back then, then this little guy's position would probably be mine now."

Celia's hand stopped in mid-air.

She turned her head and stared at Lord seriously for a long time.

Her eyes became complicated for a moment, as if she remembered the guy who suddenly broke into her life in the forest a long time ago, boldly rejected her proposal to become her disciple, and stayed by her side forever in another way.

Then, the elf lady gave a very subtle smile.

She turned back to let Ella focus, and at the same time, in a tone that only Lord could hear clearly, she said, "That's different, Lord.

What you get is a status that is more important than that.”

Her voice was very soft, but it made Lord's mood begin to fluctuate.

He looked at Celie's back as she refocused on teaching Ella, and looked at the elf girl who was studying hard, and remembered the relationship between him and Celie that transcended many years.

Yes, he has already obtained the most precious and irreplaceable identity.

This is incomparable to any other master-disciple relationship.

He suddenly felt fortunate that he had rejected the Elf Lady's proposal.

Lord didn't say anything else, but just stood quietly beside Celie, watching Ella grow up clumsily under the guidance of the elf lady.

(End of this chapter)