Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 236 Seria is still sleeping

Lord gave the dessert a fair assessment, but this only made Vlamé even happier, as if he had received tremendous affirmation.

After the meal, the maids came forward to remove the tableware.

As Vlamé looked out at the sunlight, a brilliant idea instantly came to mind.

She leaned forward slightly: "Teacher, the weather is so nice today, how about we go for a walk together? After all, this city is quite famous, there must be lots of interesting things at the market."

She deliberately ignored Celia and made no mention of Ella and Frillie, strictly limiting the invitation to the two of them.

Upon hearing this, Lord also looked up and glanced out the window.

The sun is shining brightly; it's truly a beautiful day.

Having just dealt with the monster tide and replenished the barrier's magic power, there are no urgent matters at the moment.

Accompanying your beloved apprentice on a tour of this important human town is a good idea; it can also help strengthen the bond between master and apprentice.

“Alright.” Lord nodded and readily agreed. “Anyway, there’s nothing else to do here.”

A surge of joy welled up inside Vlame, but he struggled to maintain his smile: "Shall we set off now?"

Too late and things will change.

If Celie or Isla happens to wake up at this moment, then it won't just be two people anymore.

"it is good."

The two walked out of the city lord's mansion side by side.

Vlame deliberately kept a closer distance than usual, so close that her sleeve would occasionally brush against Lord's arm unintentionally.

Each slight touch made her heart beat a little faster, but that wasn't enough; she wanted more than that.

Despite experiencing such a terrifying crisis yesterday, the city has instead shown a renewed vitality after the crisis was over.

Vlame took the initiative to walk ahead, and together with Lord, they curiously observed the surrounding shops.

"Teacher, look, the magic quill pen sold in this workshop seems to be made with the tail feathers of the Northern Snow Eagle. The quality looks really good, and the ink is also top-quality."

"Hmm, the ore on this stall is a bit too low in purity. There are too many impurities in it, so it can't be used as a medium for transmitting magic."

"The things in this shop look weird, teacher. Do you know what this is? How come this spoon can stir things automatically? Is it some kind of magic item?"

Vlamé was filled with curiosity about everything in the city, and perhaps because the person she liked was by her side, she expressed this curiosity without any attempt to hide it.

She was no longer the respectful and earnest apprentice, but more like a girl trying to share interesting things with the person she admired.

Lord listened with great interest, his gaze sweeping over the goods in the shop, lingering particularly long on the magical items.

Over a thousand years, the application of magic by humankind has indeed become more diverse and integrated into daily life.

Like that spoon that can stir automatically, it seems to be driven by magic, which is somewhat interesting, but that's about it.

There were also some props whose magical structures seemed rudimentary to him, but at least their creativity was commendable.

Vlame carefully observed Lord's reaction and, seeing that he seemed to be in a good mood, became even bolder.

She stopped at a stall selling various sachets and essential oils, picked up a red sachet, sniffed it, and then turned to offer it to Lord's nose.

"Teacher, smell this. Does it look familiar?"

Her actions were natural and affectionate, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

Lord paused slightly, then instinctively leaned over and sniffed.

"Hmm, it does look somewhat familiar. It seems to be some kind of calming flower."

“Yes! It smells like tranquilizing flowers. It has a very good calming effect. You might be able to use it when you’re tired from studying magic.” Vlame handed the sachet to Lord. Lord took it, and the girl’s fingertips inadvertently brushed against his palm, leaving a warm touch.

Although he no longer needed such external objects to calm his mind, seeing Vlame's expectant eyes, he still nodded and accepted them, "Alright, I won't be polite."

A bright smile lit up Vlame's face, and without hesitation, she said to the stall owner, "I'll take this one!"

Then he took out his money bag to pay, his movements swift and decisive, as if afraid that someone might change their mind.

Seeing Vlame's swift movements, Lord closed his mouth again.

He had intended to pay for it himself, but Vlame acted quickly and paid before he could even take it out.

It can only be said that the child has grown up and knows how to respect his master.

A sense of relief followed.

Then, Vlame bought two ice-blue drinks from a stall selling some kind of beverage, and handed one of them to Lord: "Teacher, try this! The stall owner said it was made with Frost Condensation Grass, and the taste is very special."

Lord took the strange-looking drink, took a sip, and found it to be very cold with a faint sweetness.

He hadn't had anything this cold in a long time, and for a moment he frowned.

"W-what's wrong, teacher?" Vlame asked anxiously.

She noticed Lord's furrowed brow and assumed he didn't like this type of drink.

"No, it's nothing. I just think it would be nice to have some more bubbles."

"Bubbles? What are those?"

Vlame didn't quite understand what Lord meant by "a little fizz." Did he mean blowing air into the drink?
"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Lord smiled and brushed the topic aside, taking another sip.

After getting used to the icy sensation, the taste is indeed quite good, somewhat like a flat Pepsi.

Vlamé took a sip himself, then looked at Lord and asked, "Does the teacher like it?"

His expression suggested that Lord's preferences were the most important thing in the world.

"not bad."

And so, under the guise of shopping, Vlame constantly created various subtle opportunities for interaction along the way, occasionally approaching Lord with an adoring yet somewhat dependent gaze.

She carefully concealed her girlish thoughts beneath the apprentice's concern and attempts to please his teacher.

Although Lord occasionally felt that Vlamé seemed unusually enthusiastic today, he thought again that perhaps it was because he felt guilty for causing trouble yesterday, and was also relaxed after surviving the ordeal and wanted to make a good impression.
Humans are always much more expressive and extroverted in their emotions than elves.

He didn't think much of it, mostly just laughed it off and accepted her kindness without question.

The two strolled along the street and unknowingly came to a relatively quiet area where several shops selling plants and flowers were gathered, and even the air was filled with the fragrance of various flowers.

A shop with its windows and entrance filled with all kinds of colorful flowers is particularly eye-catching.

From cornflowers and irises to some strange flowers that exude a faint magical aura, there is something for everyone.

Vlame's steps slowed involuntarily, his gaze instantly drawn to the dazzling flowers, his eyes revealing undisguised delight.

"Teacher, look! That's a moonlit lily of the valley. It only blooms fully under the moonlight, and I've heard that the color of its petals changes after it blooms."

She pointed to a cluster of pale blue flowers that had only opened two or three petals.

She quickly walked to the other side and stared at a bunch of plants with small golden flowers: "And this! It's a honey flower. It's said that its fragrance can improve your mood."

“It seems to be working.” Lord chuckled as he looked at Vlamena’s jubilant expression.

(End of this chapter)