Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 203 Lord's First Dream
Lord untied the soft towel wrapped around Celia's long hair, looked at the golden hair that exuded a soft luster and a faint fragrance, and nodded with satisfaction.

His fingertips brushed against a strand of falling hair, and the delicate touch made his heart move slightly.

Then his eyes fell on the scenery not far away that he had already grown tired of seeing, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" He turned around and looked at Celie, who was sitting on a chair and wiping her hair with a towel.

"Hmm?" Celie tilted her head, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "Now?"

She had just experienced a completely unexpected and sudden action, and now all she wanted was to stay quietly in her little room.

"It feels like it's been ages since we last went on an adventure like we used to."

Lord walked over to her, naturally took the towel from her hand and helped her dry her hair.

Celie let him play with her hair, feeling the slight tingle of his fingertips accidentally brushing against her neck. The blush that had just faded from her ears seemed to be coming back again.

She tried to make her voice sound as calm as usual: "Didn't you just go out a while ago? Wasn't that noise in the Demon King's Castle loud enough?"

She paused, her lips suddenly curled up in a dangerous arc, "Or perhaps you finally understand the joy of fighting demons, even slaughtering them? That's a good idea."

She even began to think, if Lord really wanted to go on a killing spree, where should she take him to look for the demons?

"Life is more than just fighting and killing," Lord laughed and gently pinched her ear to signal her not to overthink it. "It's also about poetry and distant places."

"What?" Celie glared at the man who suddenly said strange words.

"Let's not talk about the distant future for now. What about poetry? Are you going to be a bard too?"

She really couldn't imagine the oldest magician of mankind who had killed gods, singing and playing the harp in the tavern.

"No," Lord shook his head. "The poetry I'm talking about is not the same as those bards who wander around with their harps."

He looked at Celie's confused and slightly disgusted expression, and the smile on his face widened. "But it doesn't matter. Changing roles occasionally seems nice."

"Hmm?" Celie raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "What story are you going to sing?"

Lord put the towel aside. Celie's long hair was no longer wet and was spread out softly.

He thought for a moment, then spoke: "What I want to sing is about a heroic team that existed in a distant mythical era."

Celie paused slightly, her golden eyes fixed on Lord.

"They are composed of three humans, a dwarf, and a proud but gentle elf lady."

Lord's voice was not loud, and he slowly outlined a vague but familiar outline.

"One of the humans had only exceptional magical talent, far inferior to the others in the team. However, he not only personally compiled the first magic book in human history, but also personally founded humanity's first great nation during the mythological era. That nation, like a ray of light in the darkness, became the ideal nation that everyone on the continent longed for."

The corners of Celie's mouth rose slightly.

She also thought of the taciturn human.

Lord continued, "There's another human being who's cheerful and helpful. He values ​​his companions' safety above all else and is willing to risk everything to protect what he holds dear."

Lord's tone took on a subtle heaviness. "However, fate is always full of irony. The hero who slays the dragon eventually becomes the dragon himself."

"In a place that represents darkness, this hero who once brought light finally met his own end."

"Light is swallowed by darkness, and warmth turns into icy confinement."

Celia's eyes dimmed for a moment. Eric... that usually carefree guy, ended up like that.

"And the dwarf in the team who dreamed of becoming a powerful warrior," Lord said with a hint of helplessness and a gentle smile, "has, by some twist of fate, accidentally sat on the throne he had no intention of fighting for."

"The free will is fettered, and the warrior's soul is ultimately shackled by responsibility."

Som.

Celia thought of the odd one out among the dwarves who had no beard and eventually became the new king of the dwarves.

"As for the elf lady in the team," Lord's gaze finally landed completely on Celia's face, her figure reflected in his eyes, "she carries the hopes of her fallen companions, constantly moving forward through the long years, as if there is no end in sight."

Celia's heart trembled suddenly.

"There's one thing I need to add," Celie muttered, "that elf wasn't traveling alone."

"Yeah." Lord responded, his eyes filled with unknown thoughts.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Celie looked at Lord: "What about the remaining human?"

Of course she knew that the last person was Lord who was standing in front of her.

She wondered what role he himself played in his poems.

Lord looked at her, the smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a calm expression tinged with self-mockery.

"The remaining human?" He shook his head slightly. "He's probably just a simple fool."

Celie was slightly startled.

"He has no great ideals, no lofty goals, and not even a strong desire to protect the world."

Lord's gaze met Celia's calmly. "He joined the team and embarked on that legendary journey. From beginning to end, he had only one simple and direct wish."

He paused and said word by word:

"He just wanted to be with someone for a while longer, and then move forward together into eternity from now on."

Celie felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released. The violent beating sound instantly filled her heart.

She felt her face burning.

The blush could no longer be concealed, and quickly spread from the ears to the entire fair face, even the neck was dyed with a faint pink.

"Stupid, isn't it?" He laughed self-deprecatingly, but his tone was extremely serious. "Just a guy without big ideals and goals, but in the end, he accidentally saved the world. It's just..."

He leaned forward slightly, approaching the elf lady who was frozen in place. "Thankfully, this guy's dream finally came true."

boom!
Celia felt her mind go blank.

She lowered her head suddenly, not daring to look at Lord again.

Her long golden hair fell down, covering her red cheeks and hiding the myriad thoughts in her eyes.

She even forgot to respond, but just stood there stiffly, her hands unconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes.

(End of this chapter)