Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

A special case that can be cultivated and taught from an early age.

Celie looked at Lord. The coldness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a glimmer of interest. "Observing her as a special case... perhaps it would be very interesting."

She acknowledged Lorde's account and made it clear that this would become a story worth remembering in her long life.

This is not just a compromise with Lord, but also an active acceptance.

Lord looked at the clear light in Celie's eyes and knew what she was thinking.

She no longer viewed Volame as just a gifted magical apprentice, but truly as a human being worthy of understanding and guidance.

"Yeah, it's very interesting." Lord agreed with a smile, looking at the small figure in the sunlight. "Watching her grow, watching her understand, watching her find her own path... This in itself is the most moving miracle besides magic."

Volame seemed to feel the gazes of the two teachers, turned his head, gave them a bright smile, and waved vigorously.

Lorde waved back in response.

But deep down in my heart, a bold idea quietly emerged.

"By the way, Celie, do you want to experience this feeling again?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Miss Elf looked at him in confusion.

"I have a way to let you experience this process again, or even more than once if you want."

Should, probably, maybe, possible.

If that day ever comes, my lovely daughter's magical talent should be no less than Volame's, right?

"I can't understand." Expecting the elf lady to understand the subtext of Lord's words was too difficult. "But this experience is enough once. Volame will only be a special case."

Seeing that Celie refused, Lord didn't say anything, just smiled and stopped talking.

Anyway, there will always be a chance.

Chapter 168: The ignorant Volame

The afternoon sun was warm, and even the mixed smell of grass and soil in the air became pleasant.

Maybe it's because he was praised?

Volame didn't know either. She was sitting next to the pit created by her own light spear magic. Her chest was heaving slightly due to the consumption of magic power, but she had a smile on her face that was hard to conceal.

Celia's rare and direct affirmation made Volame feel a little elated.

This was the first time that Teacher Celia praised herself like this.

Unlike Mr. Lord who is always gentle, Ms. Celie is very strict with herself, even to the point of being harsh.

But Volame did not have any objection.

Because she also wants to become stronger, become stronger than all the demons, and then kill all the demons!

But with the intervention of Teacher Lord, everything became different.

Even Teacher Celiai has become much gentler and rarely demands strictness of herself anymore.

Volame didn't know whether this was a good thing or not, but she only knew that she was very happy now.

That's enough.

She subconsciously looked in Lord's direction and just saw Teacher Lord walking towards Teacher Celie. The two of them standing side by side in the sunlight seemed so tacit, as if they had been like this for thousands of years.

Teacher Lord's gentle smile and Teacher Celia's subconsciously gentle tone when talking to him made an inexplicable emotion quietly grow in Volame's heart.

What is the relationship between the two of them?

Why do they look so intimate?

It's really enviable.

Volame didn't know what he was envious of.

Is it simply envy of the close relationship between the two? Or is it envy that Teacher Celia can be so close to Teacher Lord?

Volame didn't know either.

She waved vigorously at them, and Lord responded with encouragement.

Celia only nodded slightly, but the gaze in her eyes already made Volame feel satisfied.

"Watching her grow... this in itself is the most moving miracle besides magic."

Lord's words drifted into Volame's ears, making her heart warm.

She was indeed growing, at a rate that surprised even herself.

After no longer being motivated by hatred, even learning magic became much easier, and a lot of magical knowledge that was previously difficult to understand suddenly became clear to me.

Was it really done by Mr. Lord?

After hearing Lord's words, Volame confirmed his previous guess.

The result of this is that Volame's dependence on Lord further increases.

If possible, I also want to be like Teacher Celia

Time flies quietly while studying.

The little girl who was ignorant when she first came here gradually grew taller, revealing the slenderness unique to girls.

In Celie's eyes, her magic power was growing stronger and stronger, and her every move and gesture already revealed the demeanor of a mature magician.

She has even mastered many of the magics she taught, and has begun to try to fine-tune them by incorporating her own understanding.

She is trying to create her own magic just like Lorde did.

Celia didn't stop her.

After the end of the mythological era, the development of magic no longer tended towards large-scale destructiveness, and the threshold for creating new magic was greatly lowered.

Celie had heard of a lot of strange magic.

If it were placed in the mythological era, she would think that these magics were useless.

Magic that doesn't kill the enemy is not a good magic.

But now, under the influence of a certain man, Celie's ideas have quietly changed.

In fact, she herself has tried to create different kinds of magic over the past thousand years.

And Volame's actions were exactly what she wanted to see.

What Celia didn't expect was that as she grew older, a new kind of restlessness began to sprout in Volame's heart.

She was no longer satisfied with just learning magic for its own sake.

Her gaze lingered more and more on the two teachers.

Especially Lord, the only male she came into contact with during her growth.

He is like a magic book that can never be finished reading.

She possessed magical knowledge that even Teacher Celiai had not mastered, and it was not limited to magic, but also included history, race, and even some legends about the God Slayer and the Monk Kraft that she had never heard Teacher Celiai talk about.

His patience and gentleness towards her were completely different from Teacher Celie's harshness, making her want to get closer.

Then get closer.

This sense of closeness fermented unconsciously.

Whenever he saw Lord and Celie talking in low voices, exchanging glances in tacit understanding, or Celie naturally taking something handed to him by Lord, a sense of loss of being excluded would always pass through Volame's heart.

She didn't understand what this emotion was, but she instinctively felt that the look that Mr. Lord gave to Ms. Celia seemed more complicated than the one he gave her, and contained a bond that she could not interfere with.

It was as if the two of them had been together for a long time.

This made her a little envious.

She longed to get more attention from Teacher Lord, and even to become as important as Teacher Celie.

The thought scared even her.

What confused her even more was who exactly was Mr. Lord?

He never performed powerful magic himself, at most demonstrating some basic techniques.

Teacher Celia is recognized as the ancestor of magic, and her strength is unquestionable.

What about Mr. Lord?

What is his strength?

Why would a proud being like Teacher Celia allow a seemingly ordinary human to be on equal footing with her, and even listen to his words in some aspects?

A guess so bold it was almost absurd grew wildly in her mind like a weed:

Teacher Lord... Could he be the legendary godslayer who ended the Age of Gods and saved the world a thousand years ago - Lord Lord?

Every time this thought came to her mind, she forced herself to suppress it.

too crazy!

What kind of legendary existence is the God Slayer?

He is the protagonist of the story and a character living in the myth!

How could he possibly stand in front of me alive, like a gentle older brother, and patiently teach me magic?

The time doesn't even match, how is it possible for humans to survive for more than a thousand years?

This is absolutely nonsense!

It must be that Teacher Lord's temperament is too special, which makes me have such unrealistic associations.

She tried hard to convince herself and buried this incredible guess deep in her heart.

But once the seeds of doubt are planted, they are difficult to eradicate.

She began to observe Lord's words and actions more carefully, trying to find clues, but was afraid of actually discovering anything.

The days passed in this complexity.

Volame studied harder, as if he wanted to fill those inexplicable doubts with the progress of magic.

Until another peaceful afternoon was broken.