Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 328 A Request from the Elf King
The newly opened dessert shop is filled with a sweet and cloying aroma.

Lord and Celia sat by the window, and in front of Celia was an exquisite cake, somewhat similar to the muffins of Lord's later life, with a layer of honey on top and a cake-like base.

The elf lady sipped the food with her fork, and judging from her slightly narrowed eyes and the slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, the taste must be pretty good.

Soon, the last bite of cake disappeared between his lips.

Celia looked at the empty plate with a reluctant expression on her face, like a cat that hadn't eaten enough, her eyes still glued to the plate.

Lord took in her expression and immediately gestured to the waiter: "Excuse me, another one of the same cakes, please."

But when the cake was served, Celia unexpectedly shook her head, "No need."

Lord looked at her with some surprise: "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

Celia frowned, her expression a mixture of restraint and inner conflict, and said in a low voice, "It's not that I don't like it... good things shouldn't be enjoyed in excess at once. I should save them for when I come back so that I can maintain this liking."

This is one of her little habits: throughout her long life, she always likes to save the best food to enjoy slowly, rather than eating it all at once, otherwise the days ahead will be hard to bear.

Upon hearing this, Lord laughed and said, "Is that so? In that case," he said, reaching out and naturally placing the untouched cake directly in front of himself. "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

"Well"

Although the cake had been taken away, someone's gaze was clearly still lingering on it.
Celia's beautiful golden eyes widened instantly, her gaze fixed on the cake as if Lord had stolen her beloved treasure; a wronged expression even appeared on her little face.

Lord deliberately avoided looking at her mournful eyes, picked up his fork, slowly cut off a piece, put it in his mouth, and deliberately let out a satisfied sigh: "Mmm...delicious!"

Celia turned her face away angrily, but she couldn't help glancing at the tempting little cake out of the corner of her eye.

After teasing her for a bit, Lord knew when to stop.

He cut off a piece of cake, held it with a fork, and brought it to Celia's lips: "Alright, stop worrying about it. Eat it if you like it, there's no need to haggle over a piece of cake. If you like it, we can come again tomorrow, the day after, or every day."

The sweet aroma was so close, it seemed to signify the beginning of some kind of evil, and the devil's whispers still echoed in my ears.

Celia looked at the piece of cake at her lips, then at Lord, and struggled with her inner conflict for a moment.

Ultimately, her craving for sweets and her agreement with Lord's words triumphed over her strange insistence.

She opened her mouth slightly and, using Lord's hand, ate the piece of cake, licking the honey off the cake clean.

The sweet taste melted on her taste buds, causing her to unconsciously squint her eyes again, and her previous little mood vanished instantly.

Lord's smile deepened as he looked at her, and he continued to feed her.

After finishing their dessert, the two didn't leave immediately. Instead, they ordered two cups of black tea and enjoyed their leisurely time.

At this moment, Celia turned her gaze to the window. There were many pedestrians on the street. In addition to the majority of humans, there were also many other races.

There are magicians in iconic robes and wands, and warriors with burly figures and heavy armor; each of them exudes an aura that can barely be described as powerful.

At least for most people, his abilities are already considered outstanding.

“There are definitely more people now,” Celia said softly.

This surge in the number of people of various races who clearly possess considerable strength is a rare sight in the past.

Lord followed her gaze and nodded: "Yes, after seeing it with my own eyes, there are indeed quite a few more."

Celia took a sip of her black tea, a sharp glint in her eyes: "We need to be careful these days."

Although the two of them could use some simple concealment magic to avoid being seen by others, the magic was of little use against these mages who possessed considerable strength.

“I know,” Lord replied. “Ever since we left the Magic Association, my detection magic has been maintained at its maximum range. Within a five-kilometer radius, any energy fluctuations that are clearly hostile or unusually powerful cannot escape my perception.”

“Detection alone is not enough,” Celia said seriously. “Defensive magic must also be ready at all times. Right now, you… have used all your holy swords on that seal.”

She didn't say it explicitly, but the meaning was clear.

Without Athos's protection, Lord might be in a relatively weak state in Celia's eyes, which would inevitably attract some risk-takers.

Lord understood her concerns, put down his teacup, reached out and took her small hand on the table, comforting her, "Don't worry, I'm not a swordsman who relies on the Holy Sword. Don't forget, I'm essentially a mage. I used the Holy Sword before only because it was convenient and useful in certain situations."

His tone was filled with absolute confidence: "Even without the Holy Sword, I am still the most powerful mage in the world, without exception."

Hearing Lord say this, Celia's tense nerves relaxed a little. Indeed, she should have had faith in Lord.

Just then, Lord seemed to sense something and suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong?" Celia immediately noticed his change.

"I sensed the aura of... an old friend," said Luo Dehui. He didn't try to hide it, but instead released a slight fluctuation of his own unique aura, which was clearly transmitted outwards.

Sure enough, not long after, a figure appeared at the entrance of the dessert shop.

He was an elven man with short, dark green hair. He wore simple traveler's clothes, and although his face looked somewhat weathered, his aura was extremely powerful.

“Kraft?” Celia recognized him at a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She never expected to meet her fellow clansman here.

Kraft naturally located Lord and Seria immediately.

His gaze met Lord's, and a wistful smile appeared on his lips before he stepped into the dessert shop.

“It’s been a long time, Lord Lord. And Celia too.”

“It has indeed been a long time, Kraft.” Lord replied with a smile, while casting a spell that instantly enveloped the area where the three of them were.

Kraft nodded to the two men and then sat down in the chair in front of them.

His gaze fell on Lord, with an extremely complex emotion in his eyes. "When I first heard the news that Lord the Godslayer was still alive, I completely dismissed it as nonsense."

After all, a thousand years is a considerable amount of time for us elves, let alone humans. But as the rumors about your reappearance and what you've done have intensified, I've had to begin to believe this unbelievable fact." He looked at Lord, "I'm genuinely happy to see you alive."

Kraft spoke from the heart, without a trace of falsehood, and both Lord and Celia could naturally sense it.

The scenes of the mythical era are still vivid in our minds. Now, a thousand years have passed, and of those people, only three remain. How can one not feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion/reflection)?

Lord explained simply, "By chance, I created a spell that allows me to prolong my existence, and I've been alive until now by sheer luck." He paused, and considering the potential repercussions, added, "However, this spell has many limitations; only I can use it."

Upon hearing this, Kraft nodded knowingly, his face showing neither greed nor inquiry, only pure satisfaction: "I see."

As an elf, he naturally had no interest in Lord's immortality magic, since his race was already immortal and there was no need for him to use magic to achieve immortality.

Kraft even said with a hint of sarcasm, "Those guys who coveted the magic of immortality after hearing that you're still alive must be utterly disappointed."

Celia snorted and interjected, "Even if Lord were willing to say it, they might not understand, much less believe it."

Upon hearing Celia's words, Kraft's smile faded, and his expression became slightly serious as he looked at Lord: "Lord Lord, besides confirming your news, I also need to remind you of something."

The city, and indeed the entire continent, is now restless because of your return. Especially with the influx of so many unidentified individuals, it's hard not to suspect how many are after you… or rather, the possibility you represent. Please be extremely careful.”

Lord nodded: "Thanks for the reminder, I'll be careful."

Kraft hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure how to begin, but finally said, "Actually, I am on the Elf King's behalf on this trip, and there is something I would like to ask Lord Lord for help with..."

"Oh? What can I do for Your Excellency Elf King?" Lord asked curiously, and Seria also cast a concerned glance his way.

"The king hopes... that you can create a magic spell for the elves."

"What type of magic is it?" Lord asked.

Kraft looked at Lord and said, word by word, "A magic that... allows our Elf race to... successfully reproduce with other races."

"Pfft-cough cough cough!"

As soon as Kraft finished speaking, Celia, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly spat out all the black tea she had just drunk, coughing repeatedly and her pretty face instantly turning red.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Kraft in disbelief, as if she had heard the most absurd thing in the world.

Lord, sitting next to her, also had a very strange expression on his face.

He glanced subconsciously at Celia, who was still coughing beside him, and his lips twitched slightly.

(End of this chapter)