Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 215 A Dedicated Magician
"Problem? It's a big problem!" Carlo waved the notes in his hand, looking determined not to give up. "What gives you the right to talk about Lord Lord in such a casual tone? Do you understand the "Book of Origin"? Do you know how much effort and hard work Lord Lord put into this book?

Your attitude is simply a blasphemy against Lord Lord!" His voice became louder and louder.

"I don't think he would mind this kind of thing. If he has any objections, he can tell me face to face." Lord said helplessly.

"Huh?!" Carlo's eyes widened. "What's with that attitude? What's with that expression on your face? Are you still a qualified human magician like this?"

Seeing that Carlo was getting more and more excited, Akaf's face darkened and he stepped forward to stand between Lord and him.

He growled sternly, "Carlo! Watch your words and actions! Apologize immediately!"

"Apologize?" Calum said, as if his tail had been stepped on. "Lord Akaf, didn't you hear that? He actually dared to say that the Origin Codex is outdated! This is a magic book that Lord Lord personally participated in compiling.
What qualifications does he have..."

"Enough!" Akaf's voice carried a hint of magical pressure, making Calom feel as if his neck was strangled. His face flushed and he couldn't speak.

"Your research pressure is too great and has affected your spirit. Go back and calm down immediately!"

Calum was intimidated by Akaf's aura, but his eyes were still full of unwillingness as he stared at Lord.

Lord looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little funny.

"It's okay, Mr. Acuff." Lord broke the deadlock.

His eyes fell on the notebook that Calom was clutching tightly. It was densely covered with various magical formulas, some of which gave him a familiar feeling.

"This Mr. Carlo seems to have done a deep study of the Holy Book of Origin?"

Seeing that Lord did not pursue the matter, Akaf breathed a sigh of relief: "Carlo is one of the scholars here who is most obsessed with studying "Origin" and Lord Lord's early behavior, but he is sometimes too paranoid." He sighed helplessly.

When Carlom heard Lord mention his research, the anger in his eyes was slightly replaced by a hint of pride. Obviously, in his opinion, what he had done was an extraordinary achievement.

However, he quickly suppressed his pride, still stiffening his neck: "I have studied all the records and later annotations I could find about Lord Lord's early magical theories!
I firmly believe that the magic created by Lord Lord is far more than just the Book of Origin. There must be more and deeper things waiting for me to explore."

He excitedly flipped open his notebook and pointed to a page filled with sketches of complex magic circles. "Look here! This is a magic formula I restored from an extremely ancient manuscript. Although it's only a small part, it has the same basic structure as the core magic formula in the "Book of Origin".

This must be the draft left behind by Lord Lord!
More importantly, the magic formula in this draft introduces a completely different formula at a key point, pointing to a completely new magic!"

Lord's eyes suddenly became serious.

That sketch...that magic formula...that unique method of constructing magic...

too familiar.

This was definitely the draft left behind when he was creating magic. It was a magic that he had deduced countless times and abandoned countless times due to conflicts in magic power or unstable effects.

I didn’t expect that it would be passed down and even discovered and partially restored by later generations?

Celie also noticed the subtle change in Lord's aura.

She gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, with a clear questioning look in her eyes.

Lord shook his head. He couldn't figure out what kind of magic formula this small fragment of magic formula was, and besides, he didn't think the man in front of him could recreate it.

"Ridiculous!" Akaf looked at Carlom's sketch with a frown on his face, and said with an undisguised denial, "Carlo, you are studying these baseless things again!

The origin of that draft is questionable. The formula on it doesn't even contain one percent of a complete magic. Lord Lord is indeed great, but his greatness lies in establishing clear and inheritable magic, not this ethereal stuff!"

Akaf turned to Lord and Celia and explained apologetically, "I'm sorry for making you laugh.

Carlo has been obsessed with unearthing possible unpassed-down magic from Lord Lord's early days, and even tried to prove that Lord Lord had mastered some forbidden magical knowledge.

These are all empty speculations, or even false rumors. Magicians should not pursue legends that cannot be verified."

Carlo's face turned pale after being scolded by Akaf, but the obsession in his eyes did not go out.

"Lord Akaf! History is complex. Lord Lord's legacy cannot be limited to the Holy Book of Origin!
This formula is definitely one of the other party's uninherited magics, and it must point to something..."

"It points to a path that perhaps even Lord himself has given up on."

Lord suddenly spoke, his voice not loud, but it quieted down the two people who were arguing.

He looked at Carlo and said, “Clinging to the past, especially those parts that are too dangerous, can sometimes become a hindrance to you.

The development of magic is constantly progressing, and it has never relied on restoring a formula left by an ancestor. Sometimes, magic is not necessarily stronger as it gets older."

Lord's words seemed to be an evaluation of Carlo's research, but also seemed to be a statement of mankind's continuous exploration and progress in magic over thousands of years.

Carlo was stunned. He didn't expect this seemingly ordinary magician to say such a thing.

He opened his mouth to retort, but couldn't find the right words.

Lord's eyes swept across the sketch, finally stopping at Carlo's face. His tone softened a little, "However, your spirit is worthy of recognition. You just need to find your direction and learn to accept the imperfections. Lord, he has never been perfect."

After saying that, Lord did not stay any longer. He nodded slightly to Akaf, then took Celia and left completely.

Akaf looked at the two men's departing backs, lost in thought.

The black-haired man's tone when he spoke just now had an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes, and his attitude towards the "Book of Origin" was also unusual, which made him feel an indescribable strangeness.

CarloCarlo stood there blankly, watching the other person's back as he left, then looked down at the notebook that was regarded as a treasure. The sentence "Lord has never been so perfect" was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

But then, an even stronger feeling of unwillingness surged up.

"Why does he say that..." He muttered to himself, his eyes becoming even more determined. "I must prove it! Prove Lord's perfection! Prove that this magic really existed! Even if it takes my entire life!"

This little episode in the library was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, and was quickly forgotten by Lord and Celie.

(End of this chapter)