Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 200: Volame's Adventure and Farewell

AnnaLize quietly watched Lord's departing back. She knew that this time the man would not come back again.

As long as this man has not found a suitable way to deal with himself, he will not kill himself.

Who made me the other party with a different ending?

"Your Majesty the Demon King, are you okay?" Several Seven Bengxians walked over quickly and asked.

However, their inquiries were simply ignored by Annaliese.

A ripple of almost nostalgia flashed across the depths of Annaliese's eyes.

"It's so dazzling." Her eyes turned to the place where Shulahat died, which was now empty. "I hope you like this gift I gave you."

at this time.

A vibration without any sound but enough to shake the soul came from an extremely distant direction without any warning.

This vibration is not an earthquake on the physical level, but directly affects the spiritual level.

AnnaLize turned her head sharply and looked in the direction where the vibration came from.

It was a holy place far away from the demon territory and even far away from the human kingdom.

At the same time, somewhere thousands of miles away from the Demon King's Castle.

This is not the territory of any kingdom, but a forbidden area protected by powerful magic.

Inside the mountain, there is a deep cave hidden. It is not dark and damp as imagined, but is filled with a soft glow.

The cave wall is as smooth as a mirror, engraved with ancient magic runes that have long been unknown to the world, and at the deepest part, a stone platform stands quietly.

There was a sword stuck in the stone platform.

Beneath its seemingly ordinary appearance, it vaguely reveals a texture as smooth as jade. The sword body is slender and smooth, as perfect as a masterpiece of God.

This is the third holy sword in the legend, which is as famous as the Divine Sword Org and the Holy Sword Athos - the Sword of Savior Esterion.

It was not forged by dwarves or any other creatures, but was a concrete product of the world's will condensed in a certain timeline, representing the balance and order of the world itself.

It has no specific master and will only awaken in response to a crisis that truly threatens the foundation of the world.

This is the true sword of the brave.

At this moment, the holy sword that had been silent for who knows how many years suddenly woke up!

Buzz! ! ! !

The sword began to tremble violently.

The soft light began to flicker, and the entire stone platform vibrated. The ancient magic runes on the cave wall seemed to be activated, lighting up with dazzling light one by one.

Esterian sensed it.

The power that is enough to destroy the world has appeared.

The source of this power was the breath that had just leaked out when Annaliese and Lord were fighting in the Demon King's Castle.

Annaliese stood on the ruins. Although thousands of miles away, her powerful perception, which was integrated with the power of the goddess, still clearly captured Esterian's trembling.

She slowly closed her eyes, feeling the hostile warning directed at her from the original will of the world.

"Do you feel it, Esterion?" She seemed to be talking to herself, a voice that only she could hear. "But you can't do anything, right?"

He slowly opened his eyes, and there was only indifference in his purple eyes, and even a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Annaliese felt the futile shock of the sword of salvation, Esterian, and the warning of the world's will was ultimately in vain.

"A sword that no one draws, no matter how sharp, is just a decoration." She murmured to herself, her purple eyes seeming to see something. "Is that so? Interesting."

She no longer paid attention to the distant brave sword and turned her gaze to the people kneeling on the ground.

Livale, Bezer, Mahat, Finn, these powerful and famous demons, could not even muster the slightest thought of resistance in front of her.

"Get up." Annaliese's voice broke the silence. "Rebuild this place. As for Shulahat's vacancy, Mahat will take over temporarily."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Mahat was startled and immediately obeyed the order.

The other three also responded quickly, but they were confused and surprised.

The Demon King seemed to have no anger or regret over Shulahat's death. This was too eerie.

"Livalai, you are responsible for investigating Lord and Celie's every move. There is no need to contact them, just observe from a distance, especially Lord, he is the top priority." Annalize turned her gaze to the strongest warrior.

"As you command, Your Majesty!"

Livalai responded, a hint of belligerence flashing in his eyes, then quickly disappearing.

He understood that observing meant not taking action.

Although it was an honor for him, a warlike person, to die at the hands of the godslayer, he dared not resist the Demon King's orders.

"Bezer, Finn, assist Mahat." Annalize gave her final order, and then her figure disappeared silently.

The four great demons looked at each other, and saw a trace of fear and confusion in each other's eyes. It was obvious that the mind of the new Demon King was really difficult to guess, and no one could guess what the other party was thinking.

……

Another year has passed.

In the forest where Lord and Celie live in seclusion, Celie is shrouded in a powerful barrier magic called "Senluo Wanxiang". Its core magic power is provided by the holy sword Atos. This barrier isolates all prying eyes from the outside world.

By the way, this name was chosen by Lord. At first, Celie felt it was a bit unpleasant and didn't want to call her that, but in the end she couldn't argue with Lord and had to compromise.

I am the creator of this magic, but this guy took my name. What a bold human being!

Celie made another note about Lord in the little notebook in her heart.

The reason why specific paper is not used is that if one really wants to record the events of the past thousand years, a book is far from enough.

In a small hut in the middle of the forest, Lord was sitting cross-legged in the center of a magic circle engraved with complex runes, with Shulahat's head floating in front of him.

Although Lord created the magic to explore magical memories, he had no subjects to experiment with, and he was not able to find a real person to experiment on.

Of course, if it is the demon clan, that’s another story.

At this moment, Shulahat's head was his best experimental subject. His magic power was like the most sophisticated probe, carefully exploring the remaining magic marks in the head, trying to find what he wanted from it.

Org lay quietly to the side; a small portion of the strange power from the previous demon king still lingered on the Org sword, which Lord had painstakingly removed. Celia sat by the window, the view outside a scene she had long since grown tired of. Even the most beautiful scenery would eventually become boring after a thousand years, but Celia would still idly stare at the view in a daze.

She held a cup of fruit tea in her hand, but her eyes were not on the beautiful scenery. Instead, she was gazing absentmindedly at a place not far away, where her two students, Volame and Ella, were making preparations before departure.

Ella returned when she and Lord were heading to the Demon King's Castle, and happened to meet Volame who stayed in the forest.

If it weren't for the magic taught by Celie herself as proof, it's possible that Ella would have regarded Volame as an invader.

But now the relationship between the two is very good.

Just recently, she and Lord officially decided to let Ella take Volame to this world to gain some experience.

Although Volame seemed to have just reached adulthood in terms of human age, in Celie's eyes, he was already a suitable, even powerful magician.

The reason why he asked Ella to join him was because he was worried that she would encounter problems that she could not solve alone, and he could let Ella, who had rich adventure experience, solve them.

Currently, Volame was carefully checking his backpack.

She changed into a dark brown travel robe suitable for traveling, with a short wizard robe over it, and held the wand forged for her by Lord in her hand.

Ever since he personally participated in the real war at White Castle, Volame's desire to become stronger has never been so strong.

She longed for power and wanted to stand beside Lord, rather than just be the one being protected. Therefore, she directly agreed to the adventure mission arranged by the two teachers.

Beside her, Ella seemed much calmer.

She simply carried a small backpack with only a few necessities in it. The only thing she had in common with Volame was the wand in her hand.

As an elf, her long life gave her a completely different perception of time from humans. For her, this outing was more like a daily walk.

She had taken such walks many times.

However, she still noticed Volame's slightly nervous expression, so she secretly decided to protect him. After all, this was what Teacher Celie had secretly told her.

Finally, Volame was ready, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the tree house, and Ella quickly followed.

Inside the tree house, Lord temporarily withdrew his exploration of Shulahat's head, and Celie turned around and watched her two students walk in.

"Teacher Lord, Teacher Celia, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

Ella also nodded slightly: "Teacher Celia, Mr. Lord, we are ready and can set off at any time."

"Oh, I know, I understand. Do you want to betray me now?" Lord subconsciously asked. "We are born from the blood of the old gods."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slap from Celia.

"What are you talking about!"

After subduing the troublemaker, Celie walked up to Volame, her tone carrying a rare calmness: "Remember what I taught you, Volame. Magic is not just mindless brute force. When facing an enemy, calmness is more powerful than anger."

"Yes, Teacher Celiai, I remember it!" Volame nodded vigorously.

Celie turned her gaze to Ella, her tone becoming very serious: "Everything is in your hands."

Ella also nodded heavily. Although Celie didn't say it explicitly, she already knew what she meant.

It is really unexpected that Volame is so valued by Teacher Celie that she would ask me to protect her.

Ella felt very unfamiliar facing Teacher Celiai, who valued her disciples so much.

On the other side, Lord walked up to Volame, looked Volame up and down, frowning slightly.

"How about getting you a set of armor? I remember there are several sets of top-grade armor forged by the dwarves in the warehouse."

"What's the point of a magician wearing armor? I don't agree with this proposal." Celie directly rejected Lord's idea.

The most important thing for a magician is mobility. Wearing armor that makes movement difficult is a complete negative effect.

"Yeah, that makes sense." Lord pondered for a moment, his eyes involuntarily turning to the depths of the forest, as if looking at the Holy Sword of Atos that supported the entire forest barrier.

He hesitated for a moment, then suggested, "Why don't we take Athos with us? After all, it possesses the most powerful defensive magic in the world. Although it's currently the core of the forest barrier, I can temporarily replace it with something else for a while."

As soon as Lord finished speaking, the temperature in the tree house seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

A wave of magical power filled with strong dissatisfaction emanated from Celie like a substance.

Her originally gentle eyes suddenly became sharp and shot fiercely towards Lord's back. Even a few tiny cracks quietly spread on the wall of the teacup in her hand.

Standing in front of Lord, Volame clearly saw Celie's eyes. She quickly waved her hands and said, "No need, Mr. Lord. I can protect myself."

I must become stronger so that I can stand on the same starting line as Teacher Celia.

Lord seemed to realize something and turned around to meet Celia's dissatisfied eyes.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but under Celia's oppressive gaze, he finally swallowed his words back.

"Ahem, that's fine." Lord coughed dryly and wisely stopped mentioning Athos.

But he was obviously still worried, and turned his gaze to Ella, advising her, "Ella, Volame has little practical experience. You have to be more careful and remember safety first."

Ella was a little surprised and subconsciously glanced at Volame, curious about the specialness of her junior sister.

Not only can he receive joint instruction from teachers Lord and Celie, but they also remind him to protect each other.

But she still nodded and said, "Mr. Lord, I understand."

Lord seemed to want to give a few more instructions, but Celie beside him finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Well, they're not children anymore, they can protect themselves!"

Lord looked at Celie's eyes that said "try talking again" and finally shut up.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

Lord took a deep breath, as if trying to calm down, or as if he remembered something more important.

He looked at Volame with a serious expression: "Volame, this time when you go out, if possible, visit more of those elves' villages."

Volame was stunned, somewhat puzzled. "An elven village? Why? Mr. Lord wants me to learn the natural magic of the elves? Senior Sister Ella will teach me."

She thought that Teacher Lord wanted her to go to the elves to learn their magic, but this was completely unnecessary.

Lord shook his head. "Not entirely. I'm just going to take a look. Maybe I'll run into some unexpected people or things."

He couldn't say it clearly, but the real protagonist who was destined to become Volame's disciple might be living as a child in a peaceful elf village at this moment.

(End of this chapter)