Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 227 Her Master is Volame
"Celiai and Lord." Fulilian muttered the two names. "Could it be that Elf Saint Celie?"

"Correct."

Celia didn't want to admit her identity, but when she saw Lord answered for her first, she closed her open mouth again.

The main thing is that every time he appears in front of the world, he will attract a wave of attention, even the elves who are not very emotional are no exception.

However, unlike the enthusiasm of other races, the elves prefer a silent gaze, especially when a group of elves surround you without saying a word and just stare at you. That feeling makes Celie feel even more uncomfortable.

But to Celia's surprise, after hearing her name, Furlin in front of her didn't react much and just nodded.

This was a very good reaction, very much to Celie's liking.

She had even begun to wonder what kind of magic she should start teaching if Lord asked her to take him in as his apprentice.

But her idea was doomed to fail, because Frillian's master Lord had already made arrangements.

"Lord." Fulilian turned her gaze to Lord again, "Could it be that you are the God Slayer Lord?"

"Oh?" Lord was a little surprised. This was the first time someone heard his name and didn't think it was someone with the same name but the real person.

"Strange, why do you think so? Lord is a human being, he shouldn't live that long." Lord decided to test why Frellian thought so.

"Because you possess the same immense magical power as Celie."

"Hmm," Celie raised her eyebrows, "You can actually see it?"

"No." Fulilian shook her head. "It's just a simple intuition."

"It seems to be some kind of companion magic, but she herself is unaware of it."

As someone who had studied magic for thousands of years, Celie immediately realized that Fulilian must have some special magic that allowed her to see the other party's magic power like the demons.

However, this kind of magic is hidden, and even she herself cannot detect it, because she relies entirely on subconscious intuition to observe.

"Interesting, she has quite a talent." Celia looked at Fulilian in front of her, and became more and more satisfied. "Let her be my disciple." She took the initiative to speak, not even planning to wait for Lord to make a request.

"No, you misunderstood. Her master is someone else." Lord explained quickly.

If Celie really accepted Fulilian as her apprentice, wouldn't she be pissed off to death in the future?
Although now under my influence, Celie is not so obsessed with war, and will work hard to save the world like me.

But Fulilian and Volame's understanding and attitude towards magic are destined to be opposite to that of Celia.

This is a future that even Lord cannot change.

"Someone else? Who!?" Celie's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if she wanted to compete with the other party.

"Of course it's Volame! Could it be me?"

"Volamei?" Celie was a little confused. "Are you serious? That child is far from being a teacher."

Because of Lord's appearance, the world line has accelerated a bit on some level, and the current Volame is not as experienced and powerful as when he met Frillian in the original book. He himself is just a magician who can barely be called a good one.

However, Lord did not intend to break up the master-disciple relationship between Volame and Fulilian.

After all, these two people together are much better than having Celie come.

"Just let her learn slowly. It's something she'll have to go through sooner or later anyway."

"Hmph!" Celia stared at Lord for a while longer, and realizing that the man didn't seem to be joking, she could only snort helplessly and turn her head away.

On the other side, Fulilian heard the entire conversation between the two. After all, Lord and Celia had no intention of hiding anything from each other.

Now, after hearing that they wanted to make that Volame their master, Fulilian felt a little complicated.

She was a self-taught magician who learned magic from magicians who occasionally passed by the village and some magic books. She had never received orthodox magic instruction.

Now that she has suddenly become someone else's disciple, it is inevitable that she feels a little uncomfortable.

But before she could open her mouth to refuse, Lord started questioning her again.

"By the way, Fulilian, do you remember what happened before you came here?"

"Flame and Ella saved me..." Fulilian began to try hard to recall the memories in her mind.

Although she seemed to be in a coma, she still retained a certain degree of perception of the outside world. "I remember they seemed to activate a very complicated magic circle, and then they surrounded me. After that, I knew nothing."

Lord and Celie looked at each other. Those two people were actually surrounded? Could it be that the magic power needed to activate the teleportation magic was stolen by them?
The more they thought about it, the more they felt that this was possible.

In the past, in order to fight against the gods, Lord created a magic that could intercept the power of faith, and a simplified version of this magic was also taught to Ella by Celie.

"They used teleportation magic to bring you here," Celie explained succinctly. "No wonder the magic traces looked so forced. It turns out they were surrounded."

"Are they in danger?" A trace of confusion appeared on Fulilian's face. "Is it because of me?"

"We don't know the exact situation yet, don't worry." Lord took over and comforted Fulilian, "All you have to do now is tell us everything you know so that we can decide how to help them."

He paused and added, "Don't worry, since they dared to do this, they must be sure to get away."

This was half truth and half consolation, but Lord did have some confidence in his own disciples and Celia's disciple Ella.

With the abilities of the two, it is still possible to escape at all costs.

He was worried that these two men would be timid and lay down their weapons and surrender, which would be tantamount to handing their lives into the hands of others.

Upon hearing this, Fulilian's confusion vanished, and she began to try to recall and recount, "My village was attacked by a demon general, led by a..."

She spoke intermittently about the destruction of the village, how she was defeated and seriously injured in the battle with Balzac, and how Volame and Ella appeared and killed Balzac.

She witnessed all of this with her own eyes, so naturally it was extremely clear.

As for what happened afterwards, my memory is a little vague.

She must have been carried by Volame to a city, where she received treatment. Although she did not recover completely, she felt much better and even her consciousness became clearer.

"Later, I vaguely felt that I was placed in a damp place, surrounded by a strong magical aura. After that, I lost consciousness until I woke up here."

After saying this, Fulilian closed her eyes tiredly. It was obvious that the memories just now had consumed a lot of her energy.

Lord and Celie listened quietly and had a general understanding of the matter.

As expected, I met that demon general!

But the severity of Fulilian's injuries was far beyond expectations, and the corrosive force was clearly the work of the demon king.

(End of this chapter)