Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 271 opened Pandora's box.

He offered various benefits in an attempt to learn some inside information from the dwarves, but the response he received remained unchanged.

The only thing that could make them so resolute is the honor that dwarves value most.

But that makes it even stranger.

Lord listened quietly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table.

He had a deep understanding of the dwarves' stubbornness and trustworthiness.

For the emperor to keep such a secret, he must have offered more than just his astonishing wealth; there must have been other, unknown promises or methods involved.

“Legged is ambitious. Although the last invasion was repelled, he will never give up.” Fidel’s worry was evident. “I suspect that what he is seeking in such a bloody deal with the dwarves is not just ordinary weapons.”

It could very well be something that could alter the balance of power on the continent.

A strategic weapon, or rather... something like the Light of Elsword?

When Fidel voiced this conjecture, he himself felt a little alarmed, but all the signs forced him to think in this direction.

He looked at Lord, a glimmer of hope in his eyes: "Lord Lord, you are knowledgeable and a disciple of Lady Celia. What do you think? Or, from a magical perspective, what could possibly require such a massive amount of top-grade materials?"

Lord was silent for a moment.

In his view, the Southern Unified Empire, though powerful and ambitious, was essentially still a conflict within humanity.

His initial wish was to see a peaceful world where humanity could live in peace and face external threats such as demons together.

Leggett's forceful unification, though perhaps ruthless in its methods, may not have been entirely a bad thing in terms of its outcome.

But Fidel's concerns, and the dwarves' unusual secrecy, caused his originally indifferent mindset to change somewhat.

If Leggett's goal was not merely to unify humanity, but to create a powerful weapon to unify the entire continent, then the nature of the matter would be different.

When a powerful force falls into the hands of an ambitious person, it often means greater disaster.

He recalled the internal strife among humans mentioned in the vague prophecy. Could it be related to this?

However, he instinctively disliked getting involved in human conflicts.

The stability of this continent was something he, Norn, and their other partners had worked tirelessly to establish.

They even paid a very heavy price for it.

Just as the saying goes, civilization has its own way out, and humanity's way out should be decided by humanity itself.

Lord only needs to step in when they encounter problems or disasters they cannot solve.

“Your Majesty,” he said slowly, “it is difficult to deduce exactly what it is based solely on the materials and the dwarves’ level of secrecy. While a holy sword is certainly possible, I do not believe that a holy sword identical to Elsword could not exist in this era.”

When Elsword was reforged, it brought together the strength of the entire Allied Forces.

With virtually all the renowned dwarven craftsmen involved, and the addition of incredibly rare materials, Elsword has become one of the most powerful holy swords in the world since its successful reforging.

Can the Dwarf Kingdom still forge legendary holy swords of this caliber?

In fact, Lord wasn't sure either.

He continued, "As for the speculations about magic, the only things that would require so many top-tier materials are large-scale magic arrays and powerful magical artifacts, but that's also too broad a scope."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Fidel's eyes, but it was understandable.

This was indeed asking too much. Lord looked at his worried expression and sighed softly to himself.

He didn't want to get involved.

He viewed the infighting among humans as a troublesome and meaningless cycle.

He possesses immense power, capable of forcibly suppressing everything and creating the peace he desires.

But he knew that it was only a fragile peace on the surface, stemming from fear rather than identification.

Moreover, he himself lacked the talent to become king.

The last time he took action to repel the army of the Southern Unified Empire, it was already the maximum favor he could show, considering the special nature of the Kingdom of El.

But at this moment, Fidel's intelligence, combined with the dwarves' unusual behavior, made it impossible for him to completely ignore it.

“However…” Lord changed the subject, looking at Fidel, “His Majesty’s concerns are not without merit. The behavior of the Southern Unified Empire is indeed abnormal, and continuing to let it go may lead to unpredictable consequences.”

"I will find time to personally go to the Southern Unified Empire to investigate the situation. Perhaps I can find some clues."

Upon hearing this, Fidel was overjoyed.

He had only approached it with a try-it-out mentality, but he didn't expect the other party to actually be willing to help.

A disciple of Celie, whose abilities and methods are far beyond those of ordinary intelligence personnel.

“That’s wonderful! Lord Lord, thank you so much.” Fidel quickly expressed his gratitude. “If you need anything, our intelligence system will fully cooperate with you.”

“There’s no need for such a fuss.” Lord waved his hand gently. “It’s more convenient for me to act alone. Of course, Your Majesty, please keep this a secret.”

“Definitely! Definitely!” Fidel nodded repeatedly.

After the business was over, the atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Fidel sighed again, "Speaking of which, it's all thanks to Lord Lord Lord's Magic Association."

During this period, quite a few mages who have passed the assessments have expressed their willingness to join our country, which has greatly relieved our pressure.

His tone carried a complex emotion: "Perhaps... it's also because the Southern Unified Empire has long since applied magicians to the military on a large scale, and even directly incorporated them into the army for combat."

The age-old tacit understanding that 'mages do not participate in human internal conflicts' is being rapidly broken, which is truly lamentable.

Lord paused slightly in his hand holding the teacup.

He naturally noticed this as well.

It was he who wrote that commandment in the Origin Codex, hoping that the power of magic would be used more for exploration and fighting against external enemies, rather than for killing each other among humans.

For a thousand years, this commandment, though not absolute, has indeed formed an invisible constraint in the hearts of most magicians.

But now, this constraint is breaking down.

Has the world changed?
Or is it that as long as human ambition and conflict exist, the weaponization of power is inevitable?

He created all sorts of magic in the hope of bringing a better future to humanity, but it seems that he also opened another Pandora's box with his own hands.

“Ultimately, the use of power depends on the person wielding it,” Lord said softly, as if answering Fidel, or perhaps speaking to himself. “Rules can be established, and they will eventually be broken. All we can do is try our best to guide and, when necessary, correct any deviations that are too dangerous.”

(End of this chapter)