Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

She paused, her lips suddenly curled up in a dangerous arc, "Or perhaps you finally understand the joy of fighting demons, even slaughtering them? That's a good idea."

She even began to think, if Lord really wanted to go on a killing spree, where should she take him to look for the demons?

"Life is more than just fighting and killing," Lord laughed and gently pinched her ear to signal her not to overthink it. "It's also about poetry and distant places."

"What?" Celie glared at the man who suddenly said strange words.

"Let's not talk about the distant future for now. What about poetry? Are you going to be a bard too?"

She really couldn't imagine the oldest magician of mankind who had killed gods, singing and playing the harp in the tavern.

"No," Lord shook his head. "The poetry I'm talking about is not the same as those bards who wander around with their harps."

He looked at Celie's confused and slightly disgusted expression, and the smile on his face widened. "But it doesn't matter. Changing roles occasionally seems nice."

"Hmm?" Celie raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "What story are you going to sing?"

Lord put the towel aside. Celie's long hair was no longer wet and was spread out softly.

He thought for a moment, then spoke: "What I want to sing is about a heroic team that existed in a distant mythical era."

Celie paused slightly, her golden eyes fixed on Lord.

"They are composed of three humans, a dwarf, and a proud but gentle elf lady."

Lord's voice was not loud, and he slowly outlined a vague but familiar outline.

"One of the humans had only exceptional magical talent, far inferior to the others in the team. However, he not only personally compiled the first magic book in human history, but also personally founded humanity's first great nation during the mythological era. That nation, like a ray of light in the darkness, became the ideal nation that everyone on the continent longed for."

The corners of Celie's mouth rose slightly.

She also thought of the taciturn human.

Lord continued, "There's another human being who's cheerful and helpful. He values ​​his companions' safety above all else and is willing to risk everything to protect what he holds dear."

Lord's tone took on a subtle heaviness. "However, fate is always full of irony. The hero who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself."

"In a place that represents darkness, this hero who once brought light finally met his own end."

"Light is swallowed by darkness, and warmth turns into icy confinement."

Celia's eyes dimmed for a moment.

Eric...the guy who was usually carefree, ended up like that.

"And the dwarf in the team who dreamed of becoming a powerful warrior," Lord said with a hint of helplessness and a gentle smile, "has, by some twist of fate, accidentally sat on the throne he had no intention of fighting for."

"The free will is fettered, and the warrior's soul is ultimately shackled by responsibility."

Som.

Celia thought of the odd one out among the dwarves who had no beard and eventually became the new king of the dwarves.

"As for the elf lady in the team," Lord's gaze finally landed completely on Celia's face, her figure reflected in his eyes, "she carries the hopes of her fallen companions, constantly moving forward through the long years, as if there is no end in sight."

Celia's heart trembled suddenly.

"There's one thing I need to add," Celie muttered, "that elf wasn't traveling alone."

"Yeah." Lord responded, his eyes filled with unknown thoughts.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Celie looked at Lord: "What about the remaining human?"

Of course she knew that the last person was Lord who was standing in front of her.

She wondered what role he himself played in his poems.

Lord looked at her, the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a calm expression tinged with self-mockery.

"The remaining human?" He shook his head slightly. "He's probably just a simple fool."

Celie was slightly startled.

"He has no great ideals, no lofty goals, and not even a strong desire to protect the world."

Lord's gaze met Celia's calmly. "He joined the team and embarked on that legendary journey. From beginning to end, he had only one simple and direct wish."

He paused and said word by word:

"He just wanted to be with someone for a while longer, and then move forward together into eternity from now on."

Celie felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released. The violent beating sound instantly filled her heart.

She felt her face burning.

The blush could no longer be concealed, and quickly spread from the ears to the entire fair face, even the neck was dyed with a faint pink.

"Stupid, isn't it?" He laughed self-deprecatingly, but his tone was extremely serious. "Just a guy without big ideals and goals, but in the end, he accidentally saved the world. It's just..."

He leaned forward slightly, approaching the elf lady who was frozen in place. "Thankfully, this guy's dream finally came true."

boom!

Celia felt her mind go blank.

She lowered her head suddenly, not daring to look at Lord again.

Her long golden hair fell down, covering her red cheeks and hiding the myriad thoughts in her eyes.

She even forgot to respond, but just stood there stiffly, her hands unconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes.

Chapter 204 Leisure Journey

Lord looked at Celie's rare ostrich-like escaping posture, and the smile on his lips deepened, but he did not move closer.

He knew that his feelings had been conveyed well.

The next step was to stand quietly beside her, waiting for the turbulent emotions to slowly subside.

After an unknown amount of time, Celie finally raised her head, forcing herself to maintain her usual cold expression.

"Then let's go for a walk." She tried to keep her tone calm. "It's a good opportunity to find some new magic books. I'm basically tired of all the magic books here."

She found a seemingly perfect excuse for herself.

Lord nodded in understanding. "Yes. Although I've already acquired Shulahart's magic, I need new ideas to perfect it. Perhaps I can find new ideas during this trip."

He also gave a reason that sounded very reasonable.

So, on a day that seemed like any other, a crack quietly opened in the barrier in the forest.

Lord and Celie walked out side by side. There was no earth-shattering magical fluctuation. They were like two ordinary travelers, setting foot on this land that was both familiar and unfamiliar to them.

This time, they had no target, no demons to hunt down, and nothing to protect.

Even Lord didn't bring Orger with him.

After all, as long as he needed him, he could use teleportation magic to summon Orger, and there was no need to take him around with him.

He changed into a gray traveler's casual attire, casually covered with a cloak, while Celie wore a white wizard robe, but unlike Lord, she wore a hooded cloak on the outside.

The hood covered most of her face, leaving only her chin and a few wisps of falling blonde hair visible.

They moved slowly along the trade route.

Occasionally, a few farmlands can be seen on both sides of the road. It is late autumn and the golden wheat fields have a mature fragrance.

Occasionally, a caravan of horse-drawn carriages carrying goods passed by. The drivers looked at the travelers curiously, but quickly looked away.

"dramatic change."

Celie looked at a human town in the distance, her voice tinged with emotion.

The last time Lord and I could walk so leisurely on this land was two hundred years ago. Even then, the two of us were looking for traces of the demons, which was completely different from the aimless journey we are doing now.

Celia remembered that there was no such town here at that time, but it appeared here in just two hundred years.

"Well, humans' territory is always expanding," Lord replied, his eyes sweeping across a patch of newly reclaimed farmland. "They have a very strong vitality, and it's this tenacity that has allowed them to survive from the mythical age to the present day."

There was only an air of objective matter-of-factness in his tone.

Of course, it is also possible that this is related to his and Celia's plan to contain the demons.

However, human development will never be so smooth.

On a sunny afternoon, they walked into a town market.

There are a wide variety of stalls in the market.

"This is the right feeling." Lord nodded with satisfaction.

This is the real flavor of another world.

In the mythological era, there were not so many dazzling things. Just these fresh fruits and vegetables, freshly baked bread and various colorful fabrics made Lord exclaim that they were just right.

There was even a bard performing not far away, singing some unknown ballads, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Lord was so moved that tears were about to fall.

On the other side, Celie's attention was attracted by a stall selling crystal jewelry.

The ornaments on the stalls are not magic crystals, but are made of special minerals that reflect light like ice crystals in the sunlight.

Lord noticed her gaze, he walked forward and picked up a necklace inlaid with five teardrop-shaped emeralds.

"Do you like it?" he asked in a low voice.

Celie glanced at it and feigned indifference: "Crude stuff, no magical energy at all."

But she didn't show any intention of looking away.

Lord smiled, ignored her duplicity, and directly paid for the necklace.

Under the kind gaze of the old stall owner, he pulled Celie in front of him.

Her body stiffened instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to escape, but Lord would not allow the elf lady to escape so easily.

He carefully placed the necklace around her neck.

"Wear it." Lord's voice was filled with laughter. "At least it looks good."

Celie touched the emerald on the necklace, feeling the slight discomfort on her neck from wearing the jewelry for the first time. She looked at Lord's smiling face, pursed her lips, and said nothing in the end, just letting the necklace remain on her neck.

When night fell, they did not look for an inn, but camped in a wooded area far away from human habitation.