Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"So this is what you call strict?"

Lord asked, pointing to a man of a strange race who walked straight past the city gate and the guards and swaggered into the dwarf country.

The expression on the dwarf captain's face became even more tense.

"I'm sorry for being rude. Please come in." Finally, he took the initiative to step aside and let the two of them enter the kingdom.

Although he wanted to continue questioning, the elf magician's expression became increasingly ugly, so the dwarf captain wisely chose to retreat.

There were all kinds of shops on both sides of the wide street. In addition to the common blacksmith shops, Lord even saw taverns and prop shops.

After being in this world for so long, this is the only place that can bring him a hint of the familiar feeling of adventure in another world in his memory.

There is no way, this world is too old after all.

There are very few big cities like this.

Perhaps only after thousands of years, when human beings have gradually grown stronger, can it truly become the kind of alien world that Lord envisioned.

Among them, the appearance of the Celia elf attracted many curious eyes, but the dwarves just glanced at it casually and continued to busy themselves with their own things.

After all, for the dwarves, a truly beautiful woman should have a long beard.

Apparently our elf lady is not the type that the dwarves like.

"Actually, I think I should have mentioned your name just now."

Walking in this kingdom, Lord suddenly spoke.

"why?"

"This will make it easier to find Som."

The reason Lord and Celie came to the Dwarf Kingdom was simply to meet Som.

According to Celie, Som was doing very well and was even about to become the next Dwarf King, which made him call it incredible.

He really couldn't imagine how the guy who was called an alien in his own village, couldn't drink and even had no beard, would suddenly become the dwarf king one day?

If Lord expected Norn to become king, he did not expect Som at all.

But speaking of which, this guy should have grown a beard, right?

Lord remembered that he had created a magic spell specifically for the other party to grow a beard.

Although dwarves cannot use magic themselves, they can find a magician to use it on themselves, which can achieve the same effect.

"By the way, where should Thorm be now?" Lord looked around at the bustling streets. The Dwarven Kingdom was even larger than he had imagined. "Should we go directly to the Dwarven Palace?"

"Just ask and you'll know."

So Lord stopped a dwarf and asked him about Som.

"Lord Som should be in the Furnace Hall at this time." The dwarf pointed to a huge building not far away with thick smoke billowing out of it.

After a simple thank you, the two crossed the street and approached the furnace hall.

"Is it getting hotter?" Lord could clearly feel the temperature of the air around him rising, and even the cobblestone road under his feet became warm.

"Well, would you like some?"

At some point, Celie unfolded a magic circle in her hand, and wisps of frost emerged, making it look like a magic air conditioner.

"Give me some." Lord was not polite and asked Celie to share some of the cool air with him.

"Let's go, maybe it will be hotter inside." As the two stood in front of the door of the building, Celie said as she pushed the door open.

The heat wave that hit him made Lord squint his eyes.

In the center of the hall, dozens of huge furnaces were flashing with flames, and many dwarves were busy around them.

The most eye-catching thing is the largest furnace in the center of the hall. It looks at least tens of meters high at first glance. It is hard to imagine what kind of weapon would need to be forged by the other party.

At this time, nearly a hundred dwarf craftsmen were busy around the furnace.

Chapter 146: Reunion after forty years

The appearance of Lord and Celia obviously attracted the attention of some dwarves, and they came over.

"Who are you?" They looked at the two visitors with extraordinary temperament with caution.

"We are here to find Som, please inform him."

"Yes, but you have to tell me your names first."

Lord and Celie exchanged a glance, and the latter nodded slightly.

"This is Celie, and the holy sword at her waist is the legendary elven holy sword Athos."

During this period, Atos was always carried by Celie, but the elf lady obviously only treated it as a pendant and never took it out to use.

But even if it was not pulled out, the aura leaked out by Atos alone was enough to deserve the title of one of the holy swords of the elves.

The dwarves naturally noticed this, and the vigilance on their faces instantly turned into incredible ecstasy and awe.

"It's actually the Elf Saint, Lady Celia! Gods be upon me! I can actually see the legendary Holy Sword Athos with my own eyes!"

"Lady Celie! Please, let me see Athos's true appearance!"

Looking at the fanatical dwarves around him, Lord was glad that he had wrapped Orger with cloth, otherwise the dwarves would have been even more excited.

Our elf lady had obviously never encountered such a scene before, and she looked at Lord with pitiful and helpless eyes, asking for help.

So Lord took the initiative to step forward and stood in front of Celia.

"Everyone, can we go inform Som now?"

Unfortunately, no one answered him. It was obvious that the attention of these dwarves was all on the legendary Holy Sword Atos.

"Human boy, could you please persuade Lady Celia to pull out Athos and let me take a look? I just want to take a look!"

Lord just smiled and didn't respond.

If these dwarves get fascinated by what they see, it won't be over in one glance.

"Speaking of which, the only human man beside Lady Celia is Lord, right? Could it be that you are Lord Lord?" One of the dwarves noticed the blind spot and exclaimed.

"I'm not! I didn't! You've got the wrong person." Lord quickly denied it.

He didn't want to be surrounded by a group of muscular men.

Fortunately, another dwarf spoke up to save him: "Are you stupid? Lord Lord is a human! More than forty years have passed, how could he still be so young!?"

"What if Lord Lord has the magic of eternal youth?"

Seeing the group of dwarves chattering like the aunties at the gate of a residential complex, Lord and Celie felt overwhelmed.

But fortunately, the noise here also attracted the attention of more dwarves, among whom was the person they were looking for.

"What are you all doing? Go check on the stove!"

A sturdy dwarf walked over. His face still vaguely showed the immaturity of the past, but now he had completely transformed into maturity.

The other party was wearing shining mithril armor and had a complex golden badge on his chest. What made Lord most unbearable was the thick red beard on his face.

The beard was so perfect that it could be called the model of dwarf beards.

"Thom!?" Lord widened his eyes.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when he saw the dwarf boy who was ostracized because he didn't have a beard become so majestic now.

Lord's voice should have been drowned out by the noisy crowd, but Som seemed to sense something and looked towards him.

When his eyes fell on Lord and Celie at the door, his eyes also widened.

"Lorode!? And Miss Celia!?"

Som's voice trembled and his body froze in place for a long time without any response.

The entire hall fell silent in an instant. All the dwarves looked at the Crown Prince who had lost his composure. Only a few people looked at Lord with even more fiery eyes.

Som finally reacted, pushed through the crowd, and trotted up to the two of them.

"It's really you!"

Som hugged Lord with such force that Lord grimaced.

"I knew it! I knew you wouldn't die so easily!"

"Ahem! I can't breathe!"

Lord pretended to be in great pain, which frightened Som so much that he immediately let go. He then turned to Celia and said, "Ms. Celia, long time no see."

"Well, you too, have become much more mature."

Seeing that their own Crown Prince actually revealed the identities of the two people in front of them, the eyes of the surrounding dwarves became even more heated, and some even looked at Orger who was wrapped in cloth by Lord.

Previously, because their attention was drawn to Atos, many dwarves ignored the other party's existence.

Now, after hearing that the young human man in front of them was the legendary godslayer Lord, the dwarves also began to notice his existence.

"Your Highness Som! Talk to your friends and let us see Org!"

"That's right! That's the legendary dwarf's most outstanding work! Even if I just get a glimpse of it, it would be worth dying for!"

"Hahaha! That's not something I can decide. You'd better not even think about it."

Som laughed and took the two of them out of the furnace hall and headed to his palace without saying anything.

Along the way, he excitedly introduced the dwarves he was on good terms with: "This is Lord! The holder of Org! And Lady Celie! The Elf Saint!"

This made it impossible for Lord to hide his identity even if he wanted to, so he could only let him be like this.

After returning to the palace, Som personally poured juice for everyone and couldn't wait to tell them about his experiences over the years.

It turned out that after the decisive battle, he returned to the Dwarf Kingdom. After all, their clan had moved here following the call of the modern Dwarf King.

With his achievements during this period and the long beard magic left by Lord, he gradually won the respect of his people.

The old dwarf king's child unfortunately died at the hands of demons in a war many years ago, so he held a battle ceremony to choose the bravest dwarf warrior as his heir, and Som was the winner of this celebration.

"The succession ceremony is next month!" Som slapped his thigh, his beard trembling with excitement. "You must attend!"

After a moment of silence, Lord said softly, "Thom, actually we just came from Norn, and Norn has already left."

The atmosphere in the room froze instantly.