Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 201 Seriei’s knee pillow
He didn't intend to intervene directly, but he could push the wheel of fate a little to increase the chances of them meeting.

Volame looked at the other party's hesitant expression. Although he was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions out of trust in Mr. Lord. He just nodded and said, "I understand, Mr. Lord."

Lord looked at Volame's young and energetic face, and then looked at Ella, the elf beside her, who had a calm expression and a long life.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind without warning.

An elf and a human girl, together, embark on a long journey full of unknowns
Does this picture look familiar?
An indescribable sense of déjà vu, as if from the future, instantly struck him, causing his mind to waver slightly.

He seemed to see another similar pair a thousand years later, walking on completely different yet vaguely connected destinies.

He shook his head, putting aside the too-distant vision and bringing his attention back to the present.

He looked at Volame, his tone becoming more serious, even emphasizing, "Also, Volame, remember, this adventure doesn't have to last too long, about five to ten years will be enough."

Volame and Ella both looked at him, somewhat confused.

Shouldn't the duration of the adventure be determined by the goals and encounters of the experience?
Lord's gaze lingered on Volame's young face. "Ayla is an elf. Her timescale is different from ours. Traveling for decades at a time might seem like a snap of a finger to her. But Volame, you are human."

"A few decades of time may be only half a lifetime for a human being. Power is certainly important, but don't get lost in the pursuit of power and forget the way home."

Volame stared at Lord in a daze. For the first time, she felt so clearly the gap in lifespan between humans and elves, as well as the heavy reminder in Lord's words.

A hint of complex emotions flashed in Ella's green eyes. She understood what Lord said.

For elves with long lives, they often unconsciously ignore the short lives of their human companions, which are like summer flowers.

If Mr. Lord had not been able to stay with Teacher Celie through constant reincarnation, he and his former companions would have become legends long ago.

"I understand, Mr. Lord." Volame nodded vigorously, his eyes more determined.

Celie listened from the side and watched Lord's final instructions to Volame. The inexplicable irritation in her heart seemed to dissipate a little.

After all, what Lord said was indeed right, but fortunately, this rule did not apply to him.

I am also grateful for this inapplicability, which allows the other person to accompany me for such a long time.

Celie stared blankly at the back of this human being, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

He didn't even hear the farewells of his two disciples until Lord reminded him.

"They've already left. Hope everything goes well."

Celie came to her senses and stood beside him in silence.

She glanced at the direction where the two disciples left, then turned her head slightly and looked at Lord's profile.

She thought of the mysterious Demon King in the Demon King's Castle, so she asked, "Do you have any clues about the Demon King?"

Lord turned around, met Celia's gaze, and slowly shook his head, his brow furrowed. "Not yet."

"Her existence itself is a huge mystery. Her power comes from the Goddess of Life, mixed with a bit of the power of the Goddess of Fertility. When I detected her aura..." Lord paused, as if searching for the right words, and finally said in a deep voice, "I felt that the danger she poses is far greater than I expected."

"Her body, or rather her form of existence, is more like a chaotic collection full of corrosion and pollution."

"Once she died, that power would have completely erupted, enough to drag the entire world into the abyss. I chose to stop, not because I couldn't, but because I didn't dare to risk the consequences."

Celia's pupils shrank slightly.

The fact that it could make Lord stop immediately, afraid to gamble, speaks volumes about the potential danger. She paused for a moment before speaking, "So, what do you plan to do?"

"Let's wait and see for now, but the most urgent thing is to master Shulahart's magic first."

"But it might take me a long time," Lord said, looking at Celia with a frank look in his eyes. "This process might be very long. Fifty years, a hundred years, or even longer... I can't be sure of the exact time."

Celie listened quietly, with no surprise in her eyes, and just nodded to show that she understood.

For an elf like her who possesses nearly eternal life, time is the least valuable thing.

Fifty years, a hundred years, are just a small piece of the puzzle in the long years.

"If it succeeds, then you won't need to reincarnate anymore?"

"Well, then I'll have the same lifespan as an elf."

Hearing Lord say this, an irrepressible joy rose in Celie's heart.

This means that this man will no longer need the uncertain reincarnation and will have the same long lifespan as her!

And I don't have to wait for a long time every hundred years and worry about problems with the reincarnation ceremony.

They could walk side by side, no longer having her watching on the shore of time, waiting for Lord to row over and leave every time, but truly exploring the endless mysteries of magic together until the end of time.

Over the past thousand years, the time Lord spent on reincarnation accounted for almost one-third.

During those free time, she studied magic alone. Although she was used to it, she still felt a little lonely deep in her heart.

If this man had not been with her all the time, Celie would have gotten used to the passage of time long ago, but it was precisely because of this man's existence that she began to have different feelings in her heart.

Although her joy was almost beyond words, Celie did not say anything. She just nodded slightly to show that she understood.

However, the slightly raised corners of his lips still revealed a hint of truth.

At this moment, Lord seemed to feel a little tired from the magic research just now, and subconsciously raised his hand to gently rub his temple.

This subtle movement was noticed by Celie. She came to Lord, sat behind him, crossed her legs, and patted him. The movement was self-evident.

Seeing this, Lord didn't hesitate and lay directly on the elf lady's thighs.

Enduring the itchiness caused by the friction of the other person's hair, Celie raised her hand, a flash of frost passed through her fingertips, and she gently pressed on his temple and began to massage it.

Her fingertips had a slightly cool touch, and the force was light but just right, causing Lord's body to relax instantly.

He closed his eyes, feeling the comfort and peace brought by the cool fingertips, and sniffing the natural fragrance of the elf lady.

The cabin fell into a strange silence.

Celie kneaded and massaged with great concentration, without any resistance, but with a sense of almost cherishing.

Her eyes were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, covering up the emotions surging in her eyes.

Why do I feel a little uneasy?
Miss Elf didn't know, she just thought she might be sick.

(End of this chapter)