Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 113 News about Celia
"No." Lord's answer was beyond Norn's expectations. He shook his head slowly, "Now... is not the time yet."

"Why?" Norn was puzzled. "Miss Celia..."

"I know," Lord interrupted him. "I know she's been looking for me, carrying Athos, and has traveled to every corner of the world. But precisely because I know this, I have to be patient at this moment."

He raised his hand, and the black lines seemed even more obvious in the moonlight. "Precisely because I know this, I can't go now."

He looked at Norn with a look of almost cruel calmness in his eyes: "The remaining pollution deep in my body and soul has not been eradicated, it is only temporarily suppressed by the power of faith in Elsword.

Given Isaiah's personality, once she knows about this, she will definitely find ways to help me. I don't want to involve her. After all, this power is too dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be in vain."

Lord didn't say anything else, but Norn already understood what he meant.

The other party is worried that this pollution will backfire on Celie.

"So let's leave it at that for now. Don't tell her until I've suppressed this contamination."

Norn was speechless for a moment at Lord's insistence.

He understood Lord's concerns. He was not trying to escape, but was simply afraid of hurting the other person.

Sure enough, their relationship is better than I thought.

He nodded: "I understand. Then I will keep an eye on her news for you and ensure her safety. As for your business..."

"Keep it secret for now," Lord said. "Just consider that the god-killing hero is dead."

"Is this really okay?" Noen felt a little reluctant.

Lord could have had more honors and cheers, but the other party directly rejected him.

This was beyond his comprehension.

Little did he know that for Lord now, resolving the erosion of divine power and fully inheriting the authority of life were more important than anything else.

Only in this way can he stop suppressing the feelings in his heart.

Only in this way can he continue to accompany Miss Elf.

"It doesn't matter. For me, there are more important things to do."

"Okay, in that case, why don't you stay in the Kingdom of El first, so that you can use Elsword to suppress it." Noen suggested.

He really wanted to reminisce with this old friend in front of him, and he would be very sad if the other party left immediately.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to trouble you."

"There's no need to say these things between you and me."

In the Kingdom of El, in an unknown basement.

In fact, even Norn himself didn't know the significance of the craftsmen building this basement. The other party said that as a noble, it would definitely be useful, and then just left him with a puzzled smile.

I didn’t expect that it would actually come in handy now.

Could it be that those craftsmen have the ability to predict the future?
But at least now, this basement has become Lord's exclusive place. In order to avoid eroding and polluting others, he has never stepped out of the basement in the past year.

At the same time, in order to make it easier for the other party to use Elsword, Norn even moved the magic circle of Elsword's offerings over.

At this moment, Elsword was not unsheathed, but was quietly suspended in the center of the magic circle.

Lord sat beside Elsword, bathing in the countless tiny spots of light on the sword. These were the most refined power of faith, which could help Lord suppress the erosion in his body.

Compared to a year ago, his complexion was much better. The black markings on his body, suppressed by his faith, could no longer expand.

Noen pushed the door open and walked in, his footsteps very light, for fear of disturbing the other party.

He often came here during this period, just to chat with Lord and relieve his boredom.

At the same time, Lord would help him govern the country, and many policies that he had never heard of were blurted out by the other party.

Every policy was making the country better, and Norn couldn't help but wonder where Lord got so much knowledge from.

Seeing that Lord had not woken up yet, Norn just stood quietly by the side, watching his best friend fighting against the pollution in his body in the magic circle.

What a surprise it would be if Eric were here.

But this is destined to be impossible.

After an unknown amount of time, Lord finally opened his eyes, his bright eyes showing no sign of fatigue.

"How does it feel?" Noen finally spoke.

Lord lowered his head and carefully felt his body. After a year of hard work, the erosion in his body was finally completely suppressed.

At least for a long time, the other party will not be able to make any waves.

Moreover, the integration with the body is progressing very smoothly.

Now he can move completely freely, no longer like when he first met Norn, when he was so stiff that even raising his hand was too difficult.

"Much better. The power of faith of Elsword is more effective than I imagined. At least I don't need to worry about the erosion spreading to others." He looked at the suspended holy sword, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

A relieved smile appeared on Norn's face, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes relaxed. "That's good. If you need anything else, just tell me. I will prepare it for you."

"Ah."

"By the way, the messengers from the West returned yesterday. They told me that they heard from the locals that a few months ago, an extremely powerful and pure spatial magic wave erupted near the Red Dragon Canyon.

The magical fluctuations are terrifying, and I think they are the work of Miss Celia. Locals speculate that the person has already left the area and is continuing to head west.

"The West?" Lord muttered softly, "Could it be that Celie is going to the Land of the Fallen Gods?"

"It's possible, but the magical black mud there hasn't dissipated yet, I'm worried," Norn said, hesitating.

Although the original magic storm in the Land of God's Fall has disappeared, it has been replaced by the more terrifying divine black mud.

However, compared to the magic storm that lasted for thousands of years, this divine black mud did not seem to last long and would dissipate after about a thousand years.

Both Lord and Norn were worried that Celie would not be able to wait until that time and would force her way in.

"It's too dangerous there, and the black mud of divine power will corrode you once you touch it. Even I don't dare to set foot there."

It has been decades since Orger was left behind in the Land of the Fallen Gods. During this period, Lord had thought about finding him, but he was always blocked by the divine black mud.

"Yes." Norn nodded, a hint of barely perceptible worry in his tone, "I'm afraid Miss Celia will force her way in."

Lord was silent.

He closed his eyes again, but Norn could feel that the aura around him was no longer as steady as it was during his previous training.

(End of this chapter)