Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Som's smile froze on his face and he slowly put down the cup.

"Noen is gone?" The originally excited voice also became low.

Lord nodded: "Yes, before leaving, he asked me if he was qualified to be the king."

Tears welled up in Som's eyes. "That fool... Of course he's qualified. There's no better king than him."

Chapter 147: Som, who already has a family

Som's hand was tightly gripping the glass, and even his whole hand was shaking slightly because of excessive force, making Lord suspect that the glass in front of him would be crushed by him in the next second.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Som's palm loosened slightly: "When I went to see him two years ago, I guessed it.

That stubborn guy was always busy every day, and he fainted from exhaustion several times. He ended up lying in bed and still had to deal with government affairs, not giving himself any time to rest.

Lord did not reply, but just looked at his old friend quietly.

Aside from Celie, the only one left of his former companions was Som.

But one day, the other party will meet his end like Norn, and then it will be just him and Celie.

But fortunately, there is still some time before that time.

For creatures like dwarves who live for hundreds of years, forty years is not a short time.

Som has changed a lot now. Not only has he grown a beard, but his temperament has also become much calmer. But only when he is with himself and Celie, he seems to have turned back into the dwarf boy who fought side by side with him.

Perhaps they were the only two people who could make the other behave like this.

"Did Norn mention Eric?" Som suddenly asked with a complicated look in his eyes.

Lord nodded. "I have said so, and I hope I can end Eric's suffering and let Eric rest in peace as a warrior."

Som's breathing became a little heavy. He put down the cup and supported his hands on his knees, his arm muscles tense.

After a long pause, he let out a long breath: "That fellow Norn finally made this decision!"

"Yes, there is no better choice than this."

Perhaps Eric still had some consciousness left, and his sanity had not been completely eroded.

But it was too late.

Som raised his head and asked, "Lord, did you promise him?"

"I agree." Lord's voice was soft, but it carried unquestionable power.

Thorm stared at Lord for a long time, and finally said: "Okay! I believe you can bring relief to Eric."

"Do you want to join us? Let's just consider it as a final farewell to our old friend." Lord suggested to Som.

"No, forgive me, Lord, I can't go with you this time."

Lord raised his eyebrows slightly, but said nothing, waiting for Som to continue.

"Just like Norn, I can't do it." Som's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "and"

He stood up, walked to a small cabinet by the fireplace, and took out a portrait.

This was painted not long ago by a foreigner who was good at painting. After all, the other dwarves said that he was about to become the new Dwarf King, so how could he do without a portrait?

Som had no choice but to agree.

However, the protagonist of this painting is not just him, there is also a dwarf woman who is holding a dwarf baby in her arms.

"This is my wife and child." Thom's eyes showed a hint of tenderness. "This little one will soon be one year old." His fingers gently stroked the baby in the portrait. "So I can't accompany you on this adventure. I'm sorry."

The once powerful and fearless dwarf warrior now feels more constrained by the concerns of his family.

But this restraint is actually a blessing.

Lord stared at the portrait, his lips curled up. "Congratulations, Som. Seriously." He said sincerely, "You have someone to protect, and that's more important than anything else."

Celie nodded gently. "Your choice was wise, so there's no need to blame yourself."

In fact, even Miss Elf herself didn't plan to go. Among the former team, only Lord would go to see Eric off for the last time.

Som put the portrait back to its original place and turned to face Lord: "Lord, although I can't go there in person, the Dwarf Kingdom will always support you. If you need any equipment and supplies, just let me know!" He patted his chest.

"No need." Lord smiled and shook his head, "I'm ready."

In fact, he invited Som just to let him see Eric off for the last time, and there would basically be no chance for him to take action.

But now that he already has a family, for the sake of safety, we should try our best not to let him take risks again.

"Really? That's good. But are you sure you don't want to bring some new equipment? We recently managed to recreate a lost technology, something like a magic ball that explodes and emits bright light."

"Could it be the same kind Eric used?"

Lord still remembered that when they first met the goddess, Eric had used a similar magic item, and even in the final battle later, this guy used a weakened version of that item.

"Yes! That's it! This is a powerful item that even gods would give way to!"

"In fact, the other party just felt it was dazzling."

In the following time, Som enthusiastically showed Lord the latest props forged by the Dwarf Kingdom, trying to persuade Lord to take a few of them.

Lord declined most of them, but finally accepted a small bag of magic recovery potion specially made by the dwarves, which was an enhanced version, but the price was more bitter.

The elf lady standing by felt a chill in her body, as if something bad was about to happen.

After Som ordered someone to bring the magic recovery potion and Lord accepted it with a smile, Celie felt that the malice had reached its peak in an instant.

Originally, Lord planned to leave after meeting Som, but the other party insisted on holding a grand dinner to see them off.

At the banquet, Som dominated the crowd and got a bunch of dwarves drunk.

But only Lord knew that this guy was cheating and using juice instead of alcohol. Of course, no one could beat him.

For this purpose, Som even specially made a prop that looked like a yin-yang wine jug, which was really painstaking.

During this period, Som never mentioned Norn and Eric again, but just kept patting Lord on the shoulder and wishing him a safe journey.

Late at night, when the party finally ended, Som personally escorted Lord and Celie to their guest rooms.

In the shadows of the corridor, the warrior who would soon become the Dwarf King suddenly grabbed Lord's arm and said in an extremely serious voice, "Lord, if, I mean if, Eric still retains a trace of consciousness, could you please convey a message for me?"

"can."

"Tell him I will never forget the adventurous times of the past. He is the bravest warrior I have ever met!"

Lord nodded solemnly and took these words to heart.

The next morning, Lord and Celie quietly left the Dwarf Kingdom.

They thought they hadn't alarmed anyone, but they didn't know that on the city wall behind them, a figure was standing, quietly looking at the two figures going away.

"Bon voyage, my friends." The future Dwarf King murmured softly.

Chapter 148 Until the End of a Long Life

"By the way, why hasn't your appearance changed?"

During the adventurous journey, the elf lady finally realized that something was wrong with Lord.

More than ten years have passed since he and the other party reunited. For humans, this period of time is enough to bring about some changes in appearance, at least signs of growth can be seen.

But the guy in front of her seemed to be as young as he was at the beginning, so Celie asked her doubts.

"Perhaps it's because this body is special. After all, it contains the power of the gods, so its appearance won't change."

When the Goddess of Life used her power to create the Skywing people, she added a technique that would prevent their appearance from changing with time.

Now that I have inherited this authority, I have naturally learned this technique as well.

"Well, is it like some kind of magic that keeps you young forever?" Celie asked uncertainly.

For elves, this kind of magic is actually useless.

Because apart from external factors, the appearance of elves is actually difficult to change. In other words, after the elves grow to a certain stage, their bodies will basically freeze at this stage and will not age.

It can be said that it has a magical effect of eternal youth.

"Strictly speaking, not really." Lord shook his head. "After all, this thing can't be used on others. But we can study it later. I should be able to create magic with similar effects."

Celie didn't respond, after all, she had no interest in this kind of magic.

Now that she has fulfilled her wish of killing gods, she no longer pursues powerful magic, but instead turns to studying various magics that she has never seen before.

Besides, Lord's explanation sounds very reasonable.

Eternal youth brought about by divine power. Although Celie had never heard of such a thing, it still seemed unbelievable to her when it happened to Lord.

She stopped asking questions and just looked back at the ups and downs in the distance, but her thoughts quietly drifted to a farther place along the previous topic.

The silence lasted for a long time, with only the sound of their footsteps.

But the next second, Celie's steps suddenly stopped, and a thought suddenly popped into her mind.

She turned around, her gaze refocusing on Lord's face, which seemed to have been forgotten by time. "Since your appearance doesn't change with time, what about your lifespan? Has it changed as well?"

She asked directly, which was equivalent to asking directly whether Lord had also obtained magic similar to eternal youth and the magic that could prolong his life.

The power of the gods froze his face, but did it also freeze the fragile hourglass of human life?

Did he... also have nearly eternity?

Lord slowed down his pace upon hearing this.

He met Celia's seemingly calm gaze, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"Oh?" He drew out his words, leaning forward slightly, getting closer to Celia, and deliberately lowering his voice with a hint of amusement, "Celia, you're so concerned about my lifespan. Aren't you worried that I won't live long enough to accompany you on this long journey?

Or…" He paused deliberately, admiring the Elf Lady's calm expression as it gradually became flustered, "Actually, you really don't want me to die?"

"Nonsense!"

Celia was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. Her fur instantly stood up and she turned her head away abruptly, leaving Lord with only the back of her golden head.

Her voice suddenly rose in a strong tone, "Who would be reluctant to part with a daring fellow like you!!!"

Her tone was a little urgent, but it also had a hint of trying to cover up the truth, as if this could suppress the panic in her heart.

She couldn't imagine what the long future would be like without this bold human being.