Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 243 Who told me I'm human too?
Lord's mind was in turmoil after his unexpected conversation with Vlamé.

He originally planned to go straight back to Celia, but after thinking about it, he decided to first go and formally say goodbye to the city lord and bishop of this place.

Upon arriving at the area where the city lord was working, the attendant informed him that Duke Hod was patrolling the city walls, and only Bishop Casalius was in a side hall.

Lord entered the side hall and saw the bishop sitting in an armchair by the window, reading a familiar book in the sunlight streaming in from outside.

“Your Excellency the Bishop,” Lord greeted him.

Bishop Casalius looked up at the sound of the voice, saw it was Lord, carefully closed the book in his hand, and smiled, "It's Lord Lord. Please sit down. What can I do for you?"

“We have come to bid farewell to Your Excellency and the Duke.” Lord did not sit down and stated his purpose directly. “Seria and I did not intend to stay here for long. Now that the danger has passed, it is time for us to leave.”

The bishop seemed unsurprised and nodded: "I guessed so too. A traveler like you would naturally not stay in one place for too long. Rest assured, I will convey the message to His Excellency the Duke."

"Thank you for your trouble." Lord nodded slightly.

His gaze inadvertently swept over the closed book on the bishop's lap, and the familiar cover made him pause slightly.

That was the format of the first edition of the spellbook he co-authored with Norn.

However, it is not the original, but just a copy of the same style. Although it looks a bit old, it is well preserved.

What's even more striking is the pair of pure white wings branded on the spine of the book. This is the mark of the Holy Magic volume, since Holy Magic was originally a gift from the goddess worshipped by the Skywing Clan.

Bishop Casalius noticed Lord's gaze. He looked down at the book in his hand, smiled, and gently stroked the cover: "A remarkable work, isn't it? Even after a thousand years, it remains essential reading for all magicians, especially those specializing in spiritual magic."

He raised his head, his eyes filled with reverence for the legendary being: "The first Godslayer, Lord Lord, truly deserves to be hailed as the greatest human being."

He not only created countless magical systems that changed the world, but also obtained the original texts of sacred magic from the goddess, and organized and simplified them so that they could be passed down to future generations for study.

Otherwise, someone of my mediocre talent, like myself, would likely never have been able to fathom the mysteries of divine magic in my entire life.

Lord was silent for a moment, then looked up from the book and out the window, his tone very calm: "He was not the only one who was great."

His companions, those who became legends alongside him, also contributed greatly; moreover, without the initial foundation, nothing that followed would have been possible.

He thought of Celia, the one who taught him the earliest offensive magic, which he then improved upon.

Without her, perhaps I wouldn't have reached the heights I did later, and there would be no magic book.

Actually, Celia's name should have been included in the original design.

Unfortunately, Celia rejected the proposal at the time.

The bishop carefully considered Lord's words, a hint of understanding flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper sense of emotion.

He gazed at Lord's calm profile, then suddenly took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and asked softly:
"Your Excellency is the Lord Lord Lord from a thousand years ago, isn't that right?"

After asking the question, the bishop's body tensed up from the tension, and his cloudy eyes stared intently at Lord, awaiting an answer.

Upon hearing this, Lord slowly turned his head to meet the bishop's gaze.

His face showed no surprise or panic; he simply nodded calmly and said:

"it's me."

Despite having some suspicions, the moment the person himself confirmed it, the immense shock and indescribable excitement caused the elderly bishop to tremble violently. He instinctively wanted to rise and pay his respects, but Lord stopped him with a gesture. Countless words caught in his throat, and countless questions about that history and about magic swirled in his mind.

But in the end, Bishop Casalius completely suppressed his anger, as if using all his strength, and bowed deeply to Lord.

Everything boils down to the simplest yet most profound sentence:

"Thank you... for everything you have done for humanity."

Lord looked at the old man's gray head and shook his head slightly: "It's nothing. What can I do? I'm human too."

As long as you're alive, you have to do something for yourself and for your fellow countrymen.

This was something Lord had decided on from the moment he arrived in this world, and after meeting Celie, this feeling became a reality.

A brief silence fell over the room. It took the bishop some time to calm his excited emotions. He sat up straight and looked at Lord with deep admiration in his eyes.

The two talked for a while longer, mainly the bishop asking questions about the practice of holy magic, and Lord offering guidance, which helped the old bishop to make further progress each time.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lord once again took his leave.

This time, the bishop did not try to keep him any longer. He stood up and respectfully saw Lord to the door.

Just as Lord was about to step out of the room, Bishop Casalius finally couldn't suppress his greatest curiosity, or rather, the question that would arise in everyone who knew of Lord's existence.

He gazed at Lord's unusually youthful face and asked, "Lord Lord, please forgive my intrusion, but how exactly have you traversed a thousand years?"

This question concerns immortality and taboos, enough to unleash endless greed among humankind.

The bishop knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't suppress the deepest confusion in his heart.

Lord stopped in his tracks.

He didn't turn around, but just tilted his head slightly, remained silent for a few seconds, and then answered in a tone that revealed no emotion: "I used a special method, a method that only I can use."

His answer cleverly avoided all the key points, while also serving as a subtle warning that his method was unique, unreplicable, and not to be coveted.

Bishop Casalius was a man of great stature, and he immediately understood the meaning behind it.

He knew all too well how alluring immortality was to humankind, and he had no intention of asking for details. Instead, a hint of melancholy appeared on his face.

He gazed at Lord's retreating figure and suddenly asked another question: "So, Lord Lord, after a thousand years, are you satisfied with humanity's current development? Has humanity failed to live up to your bloody battles and expectations back then?"

Lord finally turned around to face the bishop.

A complex smile appeared on his face, the thoughts that mingled within it known only to him.

Lord didn't answer directly, but simply raised his hand and waved it casually. "I'm satisfied," he said. "Life will find its own way, and humanity has never let me down."

After saying that, he didn't linger, turned around and left, his figure quickly disappearing from the bishop's sight.

Bishop Casalius stood alone at the doorway, gazing for a long time in the direction Lord had left.

Finally, he bowed again with utmost solemnity and murmured to himself, "Thank you again, Lord Lord."

(End of this chapter)