Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 311 Legend of Kraft
“My name is Vlamé,” Vlamé said, then after a moment’s thought, he blurted out another, more impressive title, “I am a student of Teacher Celie.”

"So that's how it is!" The dwarf king's eyes lit up, and he slapped his thigh. "I had long heard that the elven saint had taken on a human disciple. I never imagined it was you. No wonder you possess such great power; you are a disciple of that being."

Heck became even more enthusiastic, "Lady Celia's reputation is renowned even among us dwarves, not to mention that my ancestor was King Som, a former companion of Lady Celia. It's quite an amazing coincidence. I just wonder... will Lady Celia personally take action this time?"

He looked at Vlame with some anticipation.

Everything will be alright as long as the elven saint Seria is willing to help.

Vlame's heart stirred slightly, but he remained calm on the surface and shook his head: "I don't know what the teacher is thinking. She has always been unpredictable."

She skillfully avoided giving a direct answer, instead changing the subject, "Your Majesty, I have come here to find a human mage named Carlo, who may be at the front lines. Have you heard of him?"

King Hector stroked his proud, fiery red beard and shook his head. "Carlo? I don't remember him. The frontline personnel are a mixed bunch, with casualties and transfers every day. Finding a specific person isn't easy. However, I'll give orders to keep an eye out for him."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After thanking him, Vlame declined the dwarf king's invitation to the banquet and left directly.

She just wanted to find Carlo as soon as possible and didn't want to linger.

Moreover, judging by the time, Professor Lord and Professor Celia have probably already returned to the Magic Association. When they find that they are not in the Association, they will likely come to the front lines to find me.

She had to cover it up completely before it came to light.

However, on her way back, a figure appeared silently in front of her and blocked her path.

He was an elf man.

He had a neat head of short green hair, a resolute face, and it was impossible to tell his exact age, but his eyes held a sense of vicissitude that only a long period of time could bring.

The other person was dressed in a simple, easy-to-move monk-style robe, without any fancy accessories or armor, but just by standing there, he gave people an unshakeable feeling.

He didn't emit any external energy fluctuations, yet Vlamé instinctively felt immense pressure.

Clearly, the opponent was an extremely powerful warrior.

What shocked Vlamé even more was that she recognized the face—or rather, she recognized the record of the person she had stumbled upon while searching for knowledge about the mythical era, and the appearance that was extremely similar to the legendary figure.

Kraft!

He is the second hero to save the world, following the first god-slayer, Lord.

The opponent personally killed the first Demon King Asmodeus, eliminating once again the possibility of the demon race reigniting the war.

A living legend who has vanished from the annals of human history!
What's he doing here? And why is he stopping me?

Vlame instantly became alert, his magic flowing silently within him. This legendary warrior was undoubtedly the nemesis of a mage like himself.

Especially at such close range, Vlame didn't even have time to react and deploy defensive magic.

However, she remained outwardly calm and asked, "And you are?" Kraft calmly examined Vlame.

Just now, after learning that the vanguard army was surrounded by demons, he took the initiative to lead his men to deal with it, but he didn't expect to be a step too late. Most of the demons had already been dealt with by Vlame.

Meanwhile, Kraft also took notice of Vlame's combat performance.

He saw a familiar feeling in it.

Kraft spoke slowly: "My name is Kraft. I have no ill intentions in stopping you." He paused, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "However, from your fighting style just now, and the magical aura flowing around you, I sensed a very familiar trace. It's very similar to the style of two of my old friends."

Vlamay's heart skipped a beat!
Two old friends?

Given Kraft's age and status, the old friend he mentioned... Vlamé almost instantly thought of his two teachers, Celie and Lord.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and tentatively asked, "The old friend you mentioned, could it be Teacher Celia, and...?"

"So you do know Seria after all." Kraft's face showed a hint of understanding, and he admitted it directly. "That's right, it's her and the other one. Judging from your magic techniques and some of the details and habits in the battle just now, you must be Seria's disciple, right? She actually took a human disciple? That's a bit of a surprise to me."

He was indeed surprised.

In his memory, although Celie was powerful, she did not have much special affection for humans or even her fellow elves, and preferred to be alone.

In his memory, the only one who could stay by Celia's side, in human form, was Lord.

Now that the other person is no longer alive, Celia has started taking humans as apprentices, and such outstanding ones at that. This is not something the Celia he knew would do.

Vlame thought to himself: I am not only a disciple of Teacher Celie, but also a disciple of Teacher Lord!
But she dared not utter Lord's name, especially in the presence of this legendary figure from Lord's time, whose relationship with her was unclear.

She could only go along with what the other person said and admit, "Yes, I am a disciple of Teacher Celie."

Upon hearing Vlame's confirmation, Kraft's eyes filled with even more emotion: "So that's how it is. I never imagined she had already taken on a disciple, and a human one at that. It's been a thousand years since I last saw her."

There was a hint of melancholy in his tone.

For an elf's long lifespan, a thousand years may not seem like much, but for an elf like Kraft, who has experienced turbulent times and even "understood" human emotions to some extent, a thousand years of isolation is a long enough period of time.

Seeing this, Vlame took the initiative to say, "Teacher Celie is doing well. She has now founded the Continental Magic Association in the capital of El, dedicated to spreading magical knowledge and training magicians."

“Found a magic association? Spread knowledge?” Kraft’s face showed obvious astonishment and disbelief upon hearing this, and he frowned slightly. “This doesn’t seem like something she would do.”

This is more like Lord's style.

Could it be that Celia is trying to learn from the other person's methods? But isn't it a bit too late?
Moreover, in his memory, Celia preferred studying magic and spending time with Lord. Even when Lord was teaching Norn and Eric magic, Celia just watched from the sidelines and didn't interfere.

He looked closely at Vlamé, confirming that the other man didn't seem to be lying, and finally could only sigh softly, with a hint of self-mockery and relief, and whispered:
"Perhaps even she has changed. Indeed, a thousand years is enough to change many things, and elves are no exception."

(End of this chapter)