Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 107 The living should carry the hope of the deceased forward
The ceremony ends and the grand celebration begins, which is the dwarves' favorite part. It is because of their presence that the atmosphere on the scene becomes even more lively.

Norn walked down the stone platform and came in front of everyone. He first clinked glasses with the highest-ranking Dwarf King and Elf King one by one, and then came to several of his old friends.

"Long time no see, Master Dulor."

"Indeed." The dwarf forging master Duror couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the now white-haired Norn.

It has only been a short thirty years, and the once black-haired boy is now gray-haired, which makes him sigh that the human lifespan is too short.

"Your Majesty Norn, there are still several documents that need your processing tonight." Lisa, who has already become a famous magician, was also present.

In the past thirty years, the little girl who had just started learning magic has become a powerful magician and has become the most indispensable existence in the country she founded.

"Okay, okay! I understand."

After dealing with everyone, Norn and Som finally had a brief moment alone at the edge of the quieter viewing platform.

The two men held their wine glasses and looked at the noisy and festive crowd below.

"It's been so fast, Som." Norn's voice was filled with a barely perceptible sigh. "Thirty years have passed, as if it were just a dream. I always dream about the stories of that time, when we were..."

Som was holding a glass of wine that was disguised as beer but was actually juice. Although Lord left him with the magic to grow a beard, it did not solve his problem of not being able to drink.

According to the other party, this seemed to be innate and could not be changed by magic.

Som didn't understand this either. If he couldn't drink, he wouldn't drink. But in front of outsiders, he would pretend to be able to drink.

Besides, as long as no one comes to grab his wine glass, no one will notice the trick.

After taking a sip, he nodded and said, "Yeah, now that I think about it, I'm really lucky. Especially at the Dwarf Ruins, with all the divine attacks and gods, I thought I was going to die there!"

The blame for the dwarf ruins being completely reduced to rubble fell on the demons in the end.

If the demons had not shown that they could perform divine attacks, people might have firmly believed that it was the Skywing tribe that did it.

But since you demons can also use divine attacks, I'm sorry, it must be you who did it!
As for the Skywing Clan?
That's our staunch ally, how could they do such a thing?
Since the protagonists of the story won't tell the truth anyway, they might as well just put the blame on the demons to prevent Olivia, who remains in this world, from being affected.

Som still remembered that after the Dwarf King learned that the dwarfs' ancestral land had completely disappeared, he cursed the demons for three days and three nights without stopping.

It seems that the other party is really angry.

Thinking of Olivia, the dwarf Thorm paused. "Miss Olivia... guarding that cold kingdom of God, will she never come down again?"

The remaining Skywing people have left this world, and Olivia will be the last Skywing person in this world.

Besides, the other party has already sworn that he will never set foot in this world again, so it is the same as if the Tianyi tribe has completely disappeared.

I'm afraid that in a few thousand years, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this once glorious and powerful race will disappear into the long river of history.

“Miss Olivia will not set foot on the ground again unless Lord comes back to persuade her.”

Norn sighed.

Both he and Celia, who was traveling alone, had been searching for each other for decades, but there was no trace.

Norn had even prepared for the worst.

Lord, the first great sage of the human race, who led her on the path of magic and swore to pass on magic to the human race, had died together with the goddess.

If that's the case, then he should fulfill the other person's wish. The only thing Norn is proud of is that he's done a decent job over the years.

He has basically stayed in all the human settlements on the continent, and also gathered some of them to establish a human country.

Lord, I've done enough, right?
Although he knew that the other party couldn't hear him, Norn still murmured.

Som also sighed, his eyes filled with loss and confusion: "Where is Brother Lord? There is no news at all. Could it be that he is really with the gods?"

Having said this, Som didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that what he said was the truth.

Norn was silent, his fingers rubbing the wine glass unconsciously.

Lord's disappearance is a huge mystery and regret in the hearts of both him and the others in the team.

It was precisely because of the other party's disappearance, and after Miss Olivia learned about the relationship between the true and false goddesses, that she made such a vow.

He raised his head and looked at the celebrating crowd, trying to find any trace of his old friend.

"Perhaps..." Norn's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to Som, or to himself, "He is somewhere beyond our reach, continuing his unfinished journey."

"Also a possibility."

Although Som wanted to say something happy, he had to tell something about another companion.

"Do you have any news about that man?"

Norn wanted to say no, but he couldn't lie. He knew his friend's movements very well, and it was precisely because of this knowledge that he felt pain.

Just as the disappearance of Lord still gave them hope, the fall of his old friend made him extremely heartbroken!

I should have noticed it earlier!
The remaining poison of the false god has begun to infect the body and even the soul of my friend.

"He..." Norn took a deep breath and forced himself to tell the truth he was most reluctant to say, "He is the Demon King Asmodeus."

The wine glass in the dwarf Som's hand slipped and fell to the ground, attracting the attention of others, but he himself had no time to care about it.

"Please keep this a secret. I hope my friend will be gloriously recorded in history books as a sage, not like he is now."

At the end, Norn couldn't continue.

But Thorm already understood his intention: "I understand! You no longer have any friends in this world. The only one left is Asmodeus, the first demon king of the demon race."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Come on, cheers!"

"Is there something wrong with you toasting me with juice?"

Although Norn complained, he still raised his glass, clinked it with Thorm's, and drank the mead in the glass.

The bitter wine slid down his throat. Norn didn't know why the dwarves liked to drink it. Maybe they just liked the relaxation it brought them.

It’s a pity that he didn’t dare let himself relax.

The living should move forward with the hope of the deceased.

(End of this chapter)