Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

I firmly believe that the magic created by Lord Lord is far more than just the Book of Origin. There must be more and deeper things waiting for me to explore."

He excitedly flipped open his notebook and pointed to a page filled with sketches of complex magic circles. "Look here! This is a magic formula I restored from an extremely ancient manuscript. Although it's only a small part, it has the same basic structure as the core magic formula in the "Book of Origin".

This must be the draft left behind by Lord Lord!

More importantly, the magic formula in this draft introduces a completely different formula at a key point, pointing to a completely new magic!"

Lord's eyes suddenly became serious.

That sketch...that magic formula...that unique method of constructing magic...

too familiar.

This was definitely the draft left behind when he was creating magic. It was a magic that he had deduced countless times and abandoned countless times due to conflicts in magic power or unstable effects.

I didn’t expect that it would be passed down and even discovered and partially restored by later generations?

Celie also noticed the subtle change in Lord's aura.

She gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, with a clear questioning look in her eyes.

Lord shook his head.

He couldn't figure out what kind of magic this small piece of magic formula was, and he didn't think the man in front of him could restore it.

"Ridiculous!" Akaf looked at Carlom's sketch with a frown on his face, and said with an undisguised denial, "Carlo, you are studying these baseless things again!

The origin of that draft is questionable. The formula on it doesn't even contain one percent of a complete magic. Lord Lord is indeed great, but his greatness lies in establishing clear and inheritable magic, not this ethereal stuff!"

Akaf turned to Lord and Celia and explained apologetically, "I'm sorry for making you laugh.

Carlo has been obsessed with unearthing possible unpassed-down magic from Lord Lord's early days, and even tried to prove that Lord Lord had mastered some forbidden magical knowledge.

These are all empty speculations, or even false rumors. Magicians should not pursue legends that cannot be verified."

Carlo's face turned pale after being scolded by Akaf, but the obsession in his eyes did not go out.

"Lord Akaf! History is complex. Lord Lord's legacy cannot be limited to the Holy Book of Origin!

This formula is definitely one of the other party's uninherited magics, and it must point to something..."

"It points to a path that perhaps even Lord himself has given up on."

Lord suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it quieted down the two people who were arguing.

He looked at Carlo and said, “Clinging to the past, especially those parts that are too dangerous, can sometimes become a hindrance to you.

The development of magic is constantly progressing, and it has never relied on restoring a formula left by an ancestor. Sometimes, magic is not necessarily stronger as it gets older."

Lord's words seemed to be an evaluation of Carlo's research, but also seemed to be a statement of mankind's continuous exploration and progress in magic over thousands of years.

Carlo was stunned. He didn't expect this seemingly ordinary magician to say such a thing.

He opened his mouth to retort, but couldn't find the right words.

Lord's eyes swept across the sketch, finally stopping at Carlo's face. His tone softened a little, "However, your spirit is worthy of recognition. You just need to find your direction and learn to accept the imperfections. Lord, he has never been perfect."

After saying that, Lord did not stay any longer. He nodded slightly to Akaf, then took Celia and left completely.

Akaf looked at the two men's departing backs, lost in thought.

The black-haired man's tone when he spoke just now had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes, and his attitude towards the "Book of Origin" was also unusual, which made him feel an indescribable strangeness.

CarloCarlo stood there blankly, watching the other person's back as he left, then looked down at the notebook that was regarded as a treasure. The sentence "Lord has never been so perfect" was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

But then, an even stronger feeling of unwillingness surged up.

"Why does he say that..." He muttered to himself, his eyes becoming even more determined. "I must prove it! Prove Lord's perfection! Prove that this magic really existed! Even if it takes my entire life!"

This little episode in the library was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and was quickly forgotten by Lord and Celie.

Chapter 216 News about the Land of God's Fall

Roder pulled Celia and quickly left the magic book area full of historical charm.

Carlo's unwilling gaze behind him was also isolated behind the layers of bookshelves.

"The formula just now..." Celie spoke softly. To prevent anyone else from hearing it, this time only Lord could hear it.

"Yes," Lord nodded slightly, "It is indeed my work. It should be one of the discarded formulas I wrote down while creating magic during my travels."

"Is it complete? What type of magic is it?"

"I can't tell." Lord shook his head. "It must be a very complex spell, not even one percent complete. It's impossible to recognize it."

"Is the completeness so low?" Celie was a little surprised.

With Lord's attainments in magic talent, theoretically he only needs to see a relatively complete magic formula to understand the entire magic.

"Well, it was just a scrap of manuscript after all. I never thought it would be passed down and even found by that young man."

Lord's tone was filled with helplessness: "This thirst for knowledge and spirit of recovery are truly commendable, but it's a pity that he probably won't succeed."

"He doesn't look like he's going to give up." Celie said lightly, recalling the almost crazy obsession in Carlo's eyes.

"Everyone has his own path." Lord sighed softly, "We can't make choices for others. I hope that Akaf can keep an eye on him and prevent him from going astray." He held Celia's hand tightly, "Let's go. There's nothing we need here for the time being."

Lord and Celie walked through the outer layers of bookshelves and stood again on the first floor in the soft sunlight pouring in through the glass windows.

The atmosphere here remains the same, and the subtle heaviness brought by the fanatical scholars gradually dissipated after leaving.

"Where to go next?" Celie asked after walking out of the magic library.

Lord took a deep breath of fresh air and said with a smile, "Just wander around. Now that we're in this magical city, how can we not walk around? I heard that this place has a collection of magical materials from all over the continent."

Celia had no objection to this.

In fact, she had limited interest in human creations, but accompanying Lord in exploring and observing his curiosity about these things was a pleasure in itself.

Besides, maybe you can find some rare magical materials that are not available in the Elf Forest.

The two of them blended into the bustling crowd and came to an area similar to a market.

This place consists of countless large and small stalls and makeshift shops, and what is sold are not ordinary goods, but various magic props and corresponding magic materials.

Lord stopped in front of a stall selling basic magic books and listened with interest as the stall owner boasted to a young magic apprentice about how his improved version of illumination magic was labor-saving and efficient.

Celia's attention was drawn to a few exotic flowers emitting starlight on a nearby stall.

"Miss Elf, you have good taste!" The stall owner grinned and introduced enthusiastically: "This is a starlight flower. It will only bloom after absorbing enough starlight and at the roots of trees near specific magic nodes.

It's the best ingredient for making high-level magic recovery potions, and it's not easy to collect, as it only blooms for a short time."

Celie nodded. Besides studying magic, she also occasionally learned some knowledge about plants, and she knew that what the stall owner said was true.

But she was obviously more concerned about other aspects, "Is it bitter?"

The stall owner obviously didn't expect Celie to ask such a question. He paused for a moment before speaking: "It shouldn't be bitter. The magic recovery potion we make will have a slight sweetness."

"Then I don't want it."

A mana recovery potion that isn't bitter isn't a proper potion.

Miss Elf is convinced of this.

Seeing that Celie was about to turn and leave, the stall owner quickly said, "Please wait! Please wait! If you want it to be bitter, you can add some star grass during the production process. The magic recovery potion you make will then become extremely bitter!"

"Okay! I want it! And by the way, give me a portion of this Star Grass as well!"

Celia spoke without hesitation, and her decisiveness made the stall owner unable to see past her.

They humans have spent thousands of years optimizing the formula of the magic recovery potion, making it as easy to drink as honey water.

This was the first time she had seen a customer who took the initiative to ask for such bitterness.

But the stall owner still quickly packed it up and handed it to the other party.

Celie didn't ask about the price right away. After all, her wallet was on the other side, and it wouldn't be too late to pay after the human finished shopping.

Just then, her eyes accidentally swept across an inconspicuous wooden box in the corner of the stall.

Randomly piled in the box were some black fragments that looked like ordinary stones, completely out of place with the other items on the stall.

However, Celie sensed something was amiss.

She calmly picked up a piece of debris. It was cold to the touch, hard but weightless.

Inside the fragment, in a place imperceptible to ordinary people, there seems to be a very faint but familiar feeling remaining.

"What is this?" she asked the stall owner.

The stall owner took a quick look and waved his hand, "Oh, these! Worthless stuff.

These are broken stones that several adventurers picked up from the outskirts of the God's Falling Land in the west. They said that the black fog there has dissipated a bit recently, and these small black stones have scattered out from it.

I thought it was something special, so I took a little as a souvenir. "Miss Elf, do you want it? I'll give it to you." The stall owner pointed at the black stone in Celie's hand, looking nonchalant.

If it weren't for the young men's persuasion, she would not have accepted it.

Sally stroked the stone in her hand, frowning.

The black fog in the Land of God's Fall has begun to dissipate?

She subconsciously looked at Lord.

Lord also noticed the movement here. He walked over and his eyes fell on the black fragment in Celie's hand.

His expression didn't seem to change much, but Celie could feel the aura around him stagnate for a moment.

Lord held out his hand, and Celie handed him the fragment.

Lord's fingertips brushed lightly over the edge of the fragment.

Without injecting any magic power, he was able to touch the remnants of divine power deep within the fragments simply by relying on his perception of familiar power.

Although it is so weak that it can be ignored, its nature is the same as the power of the demon king.

"Come out from the Land of God's Fall?" Lord asked.

"Well, it seems that the black fog there has begun to dissipate." Celie explained.

"I heard that the fog has faded so much that you can see inside. Those adventurers are planning to wait until the black fog completely dissipates before going in to explore." The stall owner interjected.

Lord and Celie looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

Judging from the time, the black fog in the Land of God's Fall should not dissipate so quickly.