Start from Fulilian

Then he turned over and continued to sleep.

Volame smiled gently. "Although you are measuring the thickness of his magic power, it is better not to make such gestures to him in the future. Ivan tends to hold grudges."

"With such little magic power, it would be difficult to cast a fireball, right? Is such a person really that strong?" Fulilian tilted her head and asked in confusion.

"Of course he's strong, terrifyingly so. He just lacks the necessary self-awareness and often mocks his own combat power as mere trash. Fulilian, never judge a person's combat power by their magical power, especially Ivan. It's easy to suffer a great loss."

"Well, I see."

2 pm.

Ivan woke up slowly after a good sleep, took a deep breath of fresh air, and it was the beginning of another beautiful day.

However, as soon as he walked out of the tent, he saw Volame and Fulilian squatting in front of a treasure chest, examining it carefully.

"It's very suspicious. This treasure chest falling from the sky is incredibly suspicious." Fulilian was the first to speak. "No matter how you think about it, a normal treasure chest can't fall from the sky. This is most likely a treasure chest monster transported here by a flying monster."

Volame shook his head.

"That's just your 'possible' assumption. Deduction is what detectives do, and as a magician, you should trust your own perception of magic. This magic... undoubtedly contains a precious grimoire from the mythical era! It's a gift from the goddess!"

"But the magic that identifies it as a Mimic also indicates it's a Mimic."

"Identification skills are only 95 percent accurate. Being able to see through the remaining percent is a true testament to a magician's abilities, and only then can a historic breakthrough be made."

Volame's expression was so serious that Fulilian felt shaken.

Seeing this, Volame struck while the iron was hot and said, "There's a saying in Ivan's hometown that practice is the only criterion for testing truth. To determine if this is a real treasure chest, all you need to do is try it out. Anyway, I'm by your side, so don't worry."

"it is good."

Fleury was convinced.

"Wait, Fulilian! Don't believe what that guy says--" Ivan stretched out his hand to stop him, but Fulilian opened the treasure chest cleanly and quickly.

Then there was a flash of golden light.

Ivan stopped trying to rescue him.

"It really is a grimoire!"

Fulilian looked at the ancient scroll in her hand, and her dull eyes suddenly became more lively.

Volame also had a smug smile on his face and looked at Ivan provocatively, "I told you, this is a magic book treasure chest, why don't you want to believe me?"

Ivan: “…”

He quietly crawled back into the tent, covered himself with the quilt and lay down with a relieved smile on his face.

It’s not a treasure chest monster but a real treasure chest?

I must have been tired from traveling recently, so I had such a bizarre dream.

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 5: First Experience Taken Away by Fulilian

"It's actually true!"

After trying every possible way to verify that this was not a dream, Ivan finally faced reality.

The corners of Volame's mouth couldn't help but rise, but Fulilian remained calm.

"So, what kind of grimoire is inside the treasure chest?"

"I don't think it will do much." Fulilian made a simple fishing rod with a bamboo pole, a hair and a small branch, and went to the lake to fish.

The fish took the bait in less than five seconds, and there was nothing on the hook!

"Hey."

Fulilian suddenly lifted the fishing rod, and a big fish shining with silver light was pulled directly onto the shore. It was estimated to be about ten kilograms.

"This is the magic written in the treasure chest. It makes the objects it attaches to have a fatal attraction to aquatic animals. It doesn't seem to make much sense..."

Fulilian narrated the story calmly, but Ivan almost jumped up with excitement after listening to it.

He came up to her with shining eyes.

"What!! This is the legendary Zhiqiang magic that can transform into a sacred fishing body—Flillian, no, Teacher Fulillian! Please teach me this magic!! Please, this is my lifelong request!!!"

"?" Fulilian tilted her head and looked at the fish that was pulled ashore and kept swinging in confusion.

Is this food-replenishing magic so important?

Volame, who was originally watching the show on the side, was a little unhappy. After all, Ivan had never called her "teacher" even once, and now he gave such a precious first time to the elf girl whom he had only known for less than a day. For a moment, a sour feeling rushed to the top of her soul.

I had just accepted an extremely talented elf disciple, and I had finally found a magic book in the treasure chest. These two happy things happened at the same time... Why, why did it turn out like this?

"Ivan, compared to this slow fishing magic, my explosion magic can blow up all the fish in the lake. You should learn my efficient magic."

"Huh? Who are you, this passing magic lady?" Ivan immediately pretended not to know her. "Please don't contact me again, okay? I'm afraid Teacher Fulilian will misunderstand. Besides, frying fish is the ultimate insult to fishermen. Don't say such things in front of me anymore."

"Wow, it's so quick! But Ivan, you may have missed a crucial point. I'm Fulilian's teacher. Do you think the well-behaved and sensible Fulilian would be as rebellious as a traitor like you?"

Volame snorted coldly.

"Flillian, you are not allowed to teach Ivan that fishing magic without my permission."

Fulilian nodded immediately: "Okay."

Ivan's dismissive expression immediately fell, and his eyes widened: "Huh? Is this true?"

"I'm sorry, Ivan. I can't teach you this magic."

"Wait wait wait, I seem to have said something I shouldn't have because I'm still half asleep."

He approached Volame with a smile on his face again.

"It was all a misunderstanding, just a few jokes~"

After kneading his shoulders and pounding his legs, Ivan finally coaxed Volame, who was gradually turning into a mushroom, into a calm state, and qualified him to be promoted to the acquired fishing holy body.

"Is this magic... really that important?"

While teaching Ivan magic, Fulilian still had some doubts.

"of course."

Ivan nodded affirmatively and looked seriously at her beautiful round face with no expression and confused eyes.

"There's no such thing as useless magic, only magicians who don't know how to use it. Perhaps one day, this seemingly useless magic can save the world. Even if it can't, it can still bring me happiness. So... thank you, Fulilian, for opening the treasure chest and finding such a powerful magic."

As he spoke, Ivan smiled naturally.

Although this smile is not so stunningly beautiful, it makes the already bright sunshine even brighter.

"So that's how it is..." Fulilian thought thoughtfully.

"Hey! I caught it! I caught it! A fish, a ten-pound fish! Not a shoe, a bottle, or a torn sock, but a real fish—for the first time in my life, I caught it!"

Ivan, who had been in the air force for many years, burst into tears, and then swung again and again until his magic power was exhausted.

That day's dinner was a sumptuous grilled fish feast, including grilled whitebait, grilled swordfish, grilled arowana... Because the magic cast on the hook during fishing targets all the fish in the entire lake, the fish caught are the fastest and strongest, and their meat is more chewy.

When one person crosses mountains and rivers, it is survival in the wild; when two people go, it is traveling and camping; when three people go, it is a picnic.

Although the path is the same, it becomes a lot more interesting when there are more partners, just like the difference between solo queue and five-man team queue in lol.

Fulilian's favorability quickly rose from a stranger who could get along well with her to a trustworthy companion.

A week later, the three finally arrived at the final destination of their outing, the residence of Volame's teacher, Celia - a huge ancient elf tree that looked like a castle.

According to legend, the first elves were transformed from the fruits of the ancient elven tree, so the entire elven race has a super strong natural fit, and using wood-based spells will be more effective. However, the specific facts are difficult to verify. This is the first time Ivan has seen it. It is said that this is also the last living ancient elven tree in the world.

"What kind of person is Volame's teacher, Celia?" Ivan asked as he looked her over. "Is there anything I should be wary of?"

"Well... the teacher is a very easy-going person, and very pure. Her love for magic is unmatched by anyone else."

Volame seemed to recall some happy past events, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

"But even if the teacher is easy to get along with, you can't be impolite. You have to know that she is the closest thing to a goddess in the world, a great magician who survived the mythological era. I don't have to worry about Fulilian, but Ivan... you must not do anything disrespectful. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I got it."

The interior of the ancient tree is intricate and there are various plant puppets guarding the passages. They all seem to be very powerful. In terms of magic power, each of them is almost as powerful as ten Ivans. However, under the leadership of Volame, these plant puppets did not move at all.

"arrive."

Volame pushed open the door with ancient patterns, and the central area of ​​the ancient tree, which was also the most spacious huge room, came into view.

The walls are inlaid with golden reliefs, telling ancient and mysterious stories. The intricate paintings dance in the changing light and shadow. In the center of the room, a huge crystal chandelier hangs in the air, the light is soft and warm, the surroundings are empty and quiet, only the occasional breeze blows by, bringing up a golden ripple.

Compared with the external decoration, the vast number of magic books in the room are more eye-catching. Things that are extremely precious in the outside world are everywhere here.

Ivan looked up.

A huge throne stood above the sea of ​​books, and the petite blonde elf on the throne seemed to notice Ivan's gaze and slowly opened her eyes.

"You are finally here, the undead from another world."

Fulilian (Thousand Years of Past): Chapter 6↑↑↓↓Beware of the Winged Dragon

She had waist-length golden hair, ears as long and pointed as Fulilian's, drooping eyebrows, and looked like she was not interested in anything.

The robe he was wearing looked very tacky at first glance, and in fact it was not very good looking, but judging by the loose fit it was definitely very comfortable to wear.

"It's been many years since we last met, teacher. You look the same as before." Volame knelt on one knee and saluted.

Fulilian followed suit silently, but at the same time glanced at Ivan who was in a daze beside her.

Ghosts from another world...what does this mean?

"Time flies in the outside world. In the blink of an eye, the disciple I accepted on a whim has come to visit me with her disciples. One of them is an elf and is very powerful. I can directly give you any magic you want to learn."

Fulilian replied calmly, "No, magic is only interesting if you find and learn it yourself."

"Tsk, it really isn't possible. You don't have any ambition at all."

Celia came down from the throne, her tender white feet walked slowly on the ground without getting a speck of dust on them, her steps were light, and she finally came to Ivan who was standing there.

Although she was several dozen centimeters shorter than him, she seemed to be looking down at him.

"Hey, Ivan, why are you in a daze again? Kneel down quickly..." Volame reminded in a low voice.

Ivan finally snapped out of his whirling mind and responded, "Where I come from, kneeling on one knee is usually reserved for marriage proposals and pledges of allegiance...etc."

Like a detective, a beam of white light suddenly penetrated Ivan's head.

"Excuse me, who is stronger, you or the Demon King?"

"Of course it's me." Celiai said with a proud smile, "How about this? Do you want to switch over and become my disciple?"

In an instant, Ivan thought of a lot of things. His original fighting power was like that of a small fry. If he faced the devil who could destroy the world, he would probably be crushed to death with just one finger.

But now... perhaps this is the only chance in my life to cheat and beat the Demon King's speedrun.

But the master-disciple relationship alone is probably not enough to make Celie take action. After all, Volame is her disciple. If Celie could fight the Demon King, she would have done so long ago.

Therefore, a closer bond must be built.

Ivan decisively knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said, "I have been wandering for half my life, without finding a wise master. If you don't abandon me now, I am willing to be your adoptive mother!!!"

"I wish to be your foster mother... I wish to be your foster mother... my foster mother... my foster mother... my foster mother... my mother..."

Ivan's resonant voice echoed in the huge, empty room, and Celia, Volame, and Fulilian all fell silent.

Especially Celia and Fulilian, ≡ω≡ their expressions were remarkably consistent, and I wonder if it was a unique way for the elves to express their emotions.

"I... don't have any need to reproduce, so naturally I won't adopt a son."

"But my filial piety towards you is truly sincere, and heaven can see it. Besides, even elves grow old one day, so I think it's necessary to raise a son to provide for my old age!"

Ivan's heart was pure and sincere, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the strange development of the book "My Loli Elf Mother" he had read before.

The corner of Celie's eye twitched. It was the first time she had encountered such a scoundrel who begged to be someone's son.

"Human lifespan is only a few hundred years. How could they possibly provide for my near-immortality?"

"Humph, a mere theory of lifespan is nothing compared to my filial piety!!"

"Well... I don't like my son. If you change your sex to a woman, I can consider it."