Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 262 The Road to Dangerous Realms

The Magic Association's library occupies an entire floor of the tower.

Seria not only obtained the treasures from the Royal Library from Fidel, but also brought her own magic books with her.

The vast space was filled with countless bookshelves, densely packed with numerous ancient scrolls, as if the air itself was permeated with the scent of magical dust.

Because there weren't many people who passed the Level 2 Magician exam, the place was quite empty at the moment, with only a few magicians occasionally seen coming to consult the scriptures.

Volamey was among them.

When the Magic Association was established, she moved here with the others. Although she was entitled to read the magic books here without any assessment, and even the magic books behind Celia on the next level, she could read them at will.

Vlamé, however, wanted to find some obscure magic from the mythical era in these magic books to see if there was anything he needed.

She was floating in mid-air, her fingertips tracing the spines of rows of books as she quickly flipped through them.

She has been searching for a long time, but still hasn't found it.

But she was in no hurry.

Persistence pays off, and she finally found some information in an ancient book.

The clues inside pointed to another magic book, and Vlamé immediately went to find it, but she seemed to be a step too late.

Ok?
Seeing the figure in front of the bookshelf, Vlamé paused slightly, then withdrew her magic and slowly descended.

A young male mage was standing next to the bookshelf.

He looked young, dressed in a simple mage's robe, with slightly messy short black hair and a pair of crystal glasses perched on his nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes gleamed with an almost fanatical light.

The other person was trying to take a magic book down from the high bookshelf, but it was out of reach, and there was nothing like a stool nearby.

Although flying magic has gradually spread, due to the difficulty of learning it and the requirement for magical power, very few mages can use it.

Vlame noticed that, judging from the direction the other person was reaching out, it seemed that their target was the very magic book he wanted.

Furthermore, he was wearing a Level 2 Mage badge on his chest, which meant that he had passed the test set by Teacher Seria.

It seems the other person has some magical talent. If they study magic properly, it's possible for them to pass the Level 1 Mage exam in the future.

But why would the other party be interested in such outdated theories in such a remote field?

A sense of curiosity arose in Vlame's heart.

She walked forward silently, and with a gentle wave of her hand, the magic book slid lightly off the shelf and into her hand.

The young mage was startled and turned around abruptly. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Vlamé, especially since she wasn't wearing any badges.

"Who are you? Isn't this place only for second-level mages?"

“I am Vlamé, a student of teacher Lo Selée.”

Vlamé had intended to mention Professor Lord's name, but at this moment it seemed more appropriate to mention Professor Celie's name.

The young mage reacted instantly.

He had heard that Lady Celia had two disciples, both of whom were incredibly powerful mages, but he never expected that the red-haired woman in front of him was one of them.

He immediately adopted a respectful yet somewhat nervous expression: "Hello, senior! I am Carlo!"

Vlamé looked him over and handed him the spellbook: "You're looking for this too?"

Carlo took the parchment scroll as if it were some priceless treasure, nodding repeatedly, his voice becoming excited: "Yes! Yes! This is it!"
You're aware of this information too? No wonder you're Celia's apprentice! I always thought I was the only one interested in this kind of... uh, unconventional theory.

He seemed to realize that his research field might not be well-received, and his tone became somewhat embarrassed.

A hint of interest flashed in Vlame's eyes: "Oh? Why are you interested in this? The theories here are completely contrary to the current mainstream life magic and holy healing magic."

The magic that Vlame is looking for is a kind of magic from the mythical era, where monsters are born with the talent to absorb the magic power of others.

However, because other people's magic is not the pure magic in the air, absorbing too much of it will pollute the magic and affect one's mind, ultimately turning one into a raging monster.

This monster is now virtually extinct; there have been no sightings for at least several hundred years.

However, the opponent's magic was recorded.

Although humans cannot learn the magic of monsters, thanks to the basic theories of magic proposed by Lord, and the occasional research by some legendary magicians over the past thousand years, some parts of this magic system have been preserved and recorded in this book.

What Vlamé wanted to do was simple: he hoped to deduce from this magic that could absorb life force.

This magic is undoubtedly evil, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it is the opposite of all holy magic, so Vlamé has no intention of telling anyone.

So what is Carlo's purpose in studying this field?

Carlo pushed up his glasses, a strange light appearing on his face: "The mainstream is not necessarily the only correct path!"
Senior, don't you think that while the existing magic system is powerful, it's almost entirely blank in certain aspects, such as the structure of life? Or rather, it's been deliberately avoided!

But these…” He clapped the spellbook in his hands excitedly, “the knowledge that Lord Lord Lord didn’t pass down or record in the spellbook, the explorations that have been ignored or even considered taboo, may be the ones that hold the true secrets!”

His words subtly touched the deepest, most persistent thought in Vlamé's heart.

She asked calmly, "Judging from the badge on your chest, you have passed the Level 2 Mage assessment."

With your talent, you should focus on studying magic that can quickly improve your strength. This way, you might be able to pass the Level 1 Magician exam in the future and obtain the magic you want from Teacher Seria.

Why cling to things that may ultimately lead nowhere?

Carlo's face showed an almost pious expression: "It's to complete a great idea! An unfinished magical draft left by the first Godslayer, Lord Lord! I think this is a kind of magic that even Lady Celia couldn't give me."

Vlamé's heart skipped a beat!
Professor Lord's discarded drafts?
Carlo was completely oblivious to Vlamé's subtle emotional shifts, having become completely absorbed in his own world.

"By chance, I obtained a fragment of Lord Lord's early abandoned magical concept!"
At first, I was completely unable to reconstruct or deduce it, but through my continuous efforts over the years, coupled with my research on the drafts left behind by Lord Lord, I feel that I have begun to grasp the truth of this magic.

All I can say is that Lord Lord's idea is simply astounding!
He's actually trying to break the limits of human lifespan, extending it in a way I haven't even figured out yet!

His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

“But,” his tone suddenly dropped, “it was just an extremely rough structural framework and a bunch of messy formula symbols.”

I have exhausted all my efforts and energy, but I can only understand a small part of it. I cannot decipher the derivation of many key nodes no matter what I do.

I have reached my own bottleneck.

Although I know that Lord Lord's discarded draft is related to life magic, I have no idea what the specific method or form is, nor do I have any way of knowing.

Now that I've heard that the Land of El has established this Magic Association, which houses countless ancient texts, I rushed here immediately, hoping to find some relevant clues or information.

Vlame listened quietly, his heart filled with turmoil.

She was almost certain that the young mage before her was obsessed with researching the very path she had always dreamed of: a path that might lead to immortality, or at least a path that could greatly extend lifespan.

Moreover, the source actually points directly to Professor Lord!

But upon closer examination, this is perfectly reasonable.

Because Professor Lord has already broken through the limitations of human lifespan, living from the age of mythology to the present day, thus establishing a thousand-year bond with Professor Celie.

Out of curiosity, Vlamé once asked Lord about the secret of his immortality.

Lord did not hide anything too much, and also to dispel his disciple's thoughts, he told Vlame everything about how he had obtained the power of life and used this power to reshape his body.

This is something only he could do; no one else could replicate it.

Furthermore, Lord is unable to use this magic on others.

From the very beginning, this reincarnation magic was destined to allow only Lord to live on.

Now that he had discovered another way to prolong his life, Vlame suppressed his excitement, maintained his composure, and slowly asked, "Old Lord Lord Lord's draft? Can I see exactly where the problem you encountered lies?"

Carlo hesitated for a moment.

That draft was his treasure, but he could sense that the disciple of Lady Celie in front of him was unfathomably powerful and seemed to have some knowledge of this subject.

The desire to learn ultimately triumphed over wariness.

He carefully took out a small box from his inner pocket, and from it he took out a piece of animal skin paper that was obviously very old and covered with dense and complicated symbols.

Only paper like this could possibly last for a thousand years.

But it still can't compare to the dragon paper used in the Origin Codex.

It is said that this first magic book in human history has remained perfectly preserved even after thousands of years and countless readings by humans.

Carlo pointed to several extremely bizarre and incomprehensible node formulas and said with distress, "It's here, and here... Lord Lord's magic system is completely unusable. I've tried dozens of possible solutions, and they've all failed."

Vlamé stared intently at it.

Some of those formulas and structures she had seen with her teacher Lord, while a small portion were ones she had never seen before. They were clearly discarded, or even immature and dangerous, ideas from her teacher's early explorations of magic.

However, thanks to her understanding of Professor Lord's magical system, a few flashes of inspiration still occurred to Vlame.

Although it wasn't much, it was enough to help the young mage in front of him complete a small part of the puzzle.

She paused for a moment, organized her thoughts, and tried to speak in a way that wouldn't reveal her true intentions: "Your thinking might be restricted."

Lord Lord's magic core may not lie in its stability, but rather in a forced absorption and attraction.

You can try applying the structural runes from this magic book and then working backwards.

"This single page of the draft is not enough to fully recreate Lord Lord's magic. You must incorporate your own understanding; only in this way can you recreate the magic as accurately as possible."

With each word Vlamé spoke, Carlo's eyes lit up a little more.

Elsewhere, people would only laugh at his arrogance, for trying to recreate a spell that even Lord Lord couldn't complete with just a discarded draft.

But now Vlame's words have given him a new direction.

Vlame even showed some magical runes he had never seen before for his study, and these runes were part of the draft.

Clearly, as Seria's disciple, the other party possesses some kind of special magical rune that is only taught between master and disciple.

Now that Vlame had actually shown him these runes, Carlo was incredibly excited.

"These magical runes... That's it! So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"

He was so excited he was almost incoherent. He suddenly grabbed his hair, paced back and forth, and muttered some incomprehensible things rapidly, completely immersed in a kind of ecstasy.

After a long while, he suddenly stopped and bowed deeply to Vlame, his face full of gratitude.

"Senior! Thank you so much! You're amazing! I... I think I've finally gotten the hang of it."

I've got an idea! I really have an idea!
Hahahaha!

By the end, Carlo was laughing maniacally.

The magical runes that Vlame displayed were all things he lacked.

With the help of these runes, and with my own understanding, although I cannot perfectly replicate Lord Lord's magic, I can at least replicate a small part of it!

This is undoubtedly a huge improvement.

Looking at him like this, Vlamé was filled with mixed emotions.

This young mage's talent and fervor are truly astonishing, yet also terrifying.

She forced a smile and said, "You're welcome. You're very talented, and I look forward to the day you succeed."

This was the truth; Vlamé genuinely hoped that Carlo would succeed soon.

Carlo carefully put the precious draft back into the box and looked sincerely at Vlame: "Senior, once I successfully recreate this magic, I will definitely come to find you as soon as possible and share all my research results with you."

Without Vlamé's guidance and the magical rune formula he contributed, he would never have been able to research it.

Vlamé's heart skipped a beat. She had intended to hint at it indirectly, but she didn't expect Carlo to say it so directly.

Exactly!

She nodded, her tone gentle: "Okay, I look forward to it."

"Okay, senior."

After bowing again, Carlo eagerly took his precious draft and the magic book and left.

Vlamé stood there, watching Carlo's hurried departure, a complex light flickering in his red eyes.

I hope the other party succeeds.

In this way, I can see a glimmer of hope.

What she didn't know was that the young mage named Carlo was obsessed with restoring the magic derived from Lord's discarded drafts, and that the ultimate goal was far more than simply extending lifespan.

That was an extremely dangerous area.

(End of this chapter)