Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 1 Celia

The Age of Mythology.

A world where gods and demons coexist.

"A fragile and short life."

In front of the fire, Lord looked at the petite elf who suddenly appeared in front of him with an innocent look on his face.

After traveling to this world for so long, he finally saw a character he recognized.

The long, smooth golden hair falls down to the waist, the elf's iconic pointed ears, sharp eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of the mouth, clearly an arrogant and condescending attitude, but coupled with the other person's childish face, it gives people a sense of contrasting cuteness.

"Would you like some?" Lord handed over the grilled mushrooms in his hand.

He also wanted to treat himself to some kebabs or something, but the monsters in this damn world were all so powerful that they forced him to become a vegetarian.

As for the elf girl in front of him, Lord recognized her at a glance.

It is the famous petite master Celia.

But at this moment, the other party was like a young girl of several hundred years old, completely lacking the powerful and effortless posture of later generations.

Did I travel through time too early?
Celie looked at the grilled mushroom skewers that Lord handed over, and after thinking for a moment, she took them.

After seeing Lord had already started eating, he gently opened his mouth and took a tentative bite.

The juice bursts out, the taste is indescribable.

It was a delicacy that Celie had never tasted in the Elf Forest.

The elves believe in nature and harmony, and rarely even make fire. They have never tasted the modern barbecue.

In fact, if it were any other elf, they probably wouldn't take Lord's skewers at all, after all, the elemental aura on them was too chaotic, but Celie was different.

Unlike the elves who love freedom and peace, Celia longs for war and likes this extremely chaotic mythological era.

"My name is Lord, what's yours?"

Although he knew Celie, Lord naturally couldn't call her by her name directly, as that would alert her.

"Celiai." The young master took another bite of the mushroom skewer and replied in a flat tone.

As expected, food is the best way to build closer relationships. The elf girl who was so proud just now had to tell her name obediently.

"Do you know where this is? I'm lost."

Ever since crossing into this world, Lord has been lost. Until he met Celie, he had never met anyone with whom he could communicate.

Not to mention other human beings.

That's why Lord wondered if he had traveled back thousands of years and arrived at the mythological era of Fulilian.

"On the outskirts of the Elf Forest. You should be thankful that you didn't go too deep into this forest."

The Elf Forest is not only home to the elves, but also various powerful monsters. The weak human in front of them will probably only become their food.

"Have you ever seen any other human beings like me, or any other creatures like me?"

Because he was not sure whether humans appeared in this era, Lord changed his statement.

At the same time, he saw that the grilled mushroom skewers in Celie's hand had been eaten, so he quickly handed over another one.

Looking at the fragrant grilled mushroom skewers in front of her, Celie hesitated for a moment, but finally took it.

"I saw him two hundred years ago, but he wasn't as lucky as you and was eaten by a monster."

Celia didn't know much about the human race; she had only heard about it from her elders among the elves.

It is said that the other party possesses a body like that of a god, but is extremely weak. They cannot wield various divine spells like gods, nor do they have the eternal lifespan of elves, living only a few decades.

If it weren't for the other party's excellent reproductive ability, it would have disappeared from this world long ago.

Despite this, this weak human race still lives a nomadic life, forming various small tribes and migrating everywhere to avoid wars between different races.

That's why Celie spoke so weakly and briefly when she first met Lord.

"If we keep going in this direction, we will be able to leave the Elf Forest's territory. There will be no powerful monsters along the way."

After finishing her grilled mushroom skewers, Celie patted her butt and prepared to leave.

To her, the human in front of her was just an insignificant passer-by in her long life. Perhaps a thousand years later, she would occasionally remember that on such a day, there was a human who grilled delicious mushroom skewers.

That's it.

"Please wait a moment." Lord would not give up on Celia, a supporter like her. "I have a request."

Although it is not known how big the gap is between this historical Celie and the so-called walking magic book master in later generations, she definitely knows magic.

After traveling to this world, Lord awakened a magical talent called [Creation]. As the name suggests, he can create all kinds of magic.

But it is difficult to achieve in practice.

For example, he once tried to create fire magic by rubbing two sticks together to make fire. After countless experiments, it turned out to be a magic that made a lighter by snapping fingers.

Once he wanted to make a fire, he just had to find some dry wood, use magic and snap his fingers to generate flames and ignite the woodpile.

In addition, there are various convenient and useful magics, such as water generation, cleaning magic, etc.

But that’s about it.

He could not generate either attack-type magic or healing-type magic.

Because I don’t understand the corresponding concepts, I can’t create.

For example, he could understand the generation of flame as fire caused by friction, and the generation of water as water molecules in the air, but how to attack others touched upon Lord's blind spot in knowledge.

A materialist traveled to a magical world and couldn't understand what the power of thinking was.

Hearing Lord's request, Celie turned around.

If this man wanted to escort the other person out of the Elf Forest by herself, she would never agree.

Because she currently has no plans to leave the forest.

It is true that Celie likes war, and she also likes the current world where gods fight each other and races are constantly in conflict, but she is not a fool.

There are many people in this world who can kill her with a slap. At least she is not going to come out until she becomes strong enough.

"I hope you can teach me magic."

Lord's request left Celie unable to react for a moment.

"Teach you magic?" Celia narrowed her eyes. She had never heard of humans learning magic. "You humans can't learn magic. I can't teach you."

“It’s not that we can’t, but no one has ever taught us.”

Lord snapped his fingers, and the blazing firewood pile was instantly extinguished, the kind that even the firefighters would give a thumbs up to.

Then there was another water-generating magic, which completely extinguished the remaining heat from the fire, thus eliminating the possibility of it reigniting.

"interesting."

Looking at the magic she had never seen before, Celie felt such strong interest for the first time in her life.

(End of this chapter)