Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 59 Forgot something

"Look, Norn, do I look like the legendary savior now?"

Eric held a staff in one hand and a long sword in the other. He wore light armor but had a cloak on his back, giving his whole outfit an abstract style.

"I don't think he's a savior hero, but more like a clown." Lord suddenly broke in and said, trying hard to suppress his smile.

"Uh, what is that?"

Neither Eric nor Norn understood what Lord meant by the clown.

"A special profession that involves wearing a funny mask, deliberately making a fool of oneself, and robbing the audience of their smiles."

"Uh, I don't want to be that person."

There are many ways to bring smiles to others' faces, and Eric has already made up his mind to be a great hero who can protect everyone and make everyone smile happily.

He felt uncomfortable at the thought of having to rely on his own embarrassment to make others laugh at him.

"Sacrificing yourself to bring laughter to others? That's worthy of respect."

Norn nodded secretly.

The viewers don’t care what expression the clown has under the funny mask. They only care about how funny the clown’s actions are.

Perhaps from a certain perspective, the other party is more like a hero.

They gave different answers, perhaps this is the difference in their personalities.

Now they have left the dwarf city and set out on their journey again.

Before leaving, the old dwarf Durol upgraded everyone's equipment.

Som changed into a new set of mithril armor, which has good resistance to magic attacks and physical blows, and even his battle axe has been strengthened and upgraded.

Eric and Norn chose the well-made longswords from Durol's workshop, which were much more useful than the ordinary longswords they took with them when they left the village.

Besides, Eric's sword was completely destroyed in the battle with the dragon, and even Norn's was almost scrapped.

Of course, because of Eric's special nature, Lord also designed a magic wand specifically for him to help him cast magic.

Lord and Celie picked out some magic items, most of which could speed up the recovery of magic power.

On the other hand, with the help of the ice magic created by Lord, everyone successfully made dragon skin paper, the ink was also ready, and Norn began to write the first magic book in human history.

They passed through the canyon outside the dwarven town, and the first large city they had encountered on their adventure gradually disappeared from sight.

Lord recalled what Dulor had told him before he left.

"You are free to choose any of the equipment and weapons in my workshop, but I have one condition. I hope you can tell the world that this holy sword is the work of me, Dulor!"

Dwarves attach the most importance to the word honor.

Among them, the powerful warriors hope to leave their names in history with their own strength, just like Som.

The best way for a dwarf forging master like Duror to leave a name for himself is to have his works known throughout the continent.

Then all creatures will know that this was forged by Master Durol.

Lord agreed to this and promised him that the name of the holy sword Elsword would spread throughout the entire continent.

The sun sets and rises again.

Another month has passed.

This time, Lord and his group came to an unfamiliar forest.

The towering ancient trees blocked the sunlight, and the air was filled with the scent of damp moss, but no trace of monsters was found along the way, only a few scattered wild beasts.

Eric dealt with all the beasts; it was a nice treat for tonight. "This place is too quiet," Som said, gripping his battle axe tightly, his dwarven instincts making him tense. "I can't even hear a bird call!"

Celia's fingertips lit up with detection magic: "There is a life reaction, but it is very weak."

Lord also released his own detection magic, and after carefully identifying it, he shook his head and said, "It's not a monster, it's probably just the natives of this forest."

Along the way, they rarely saw any demons, let alone monsters.

Lord even had a guess about this. Could it be that all the demons and monsters on the entire continent were moving towards the Forest of Elves?
According to Kraft, the coalition forces of the three tribes were also gathering there, and war was about to break out.

Now half a year has passed and I don’t know what the situation is like.

But it should be okay, right? After all, that's a coalition of the three most powerful races on the continent, and they even have the Skywing tribe, who are directly under the goddess.

Lord could not even imagine the possibility of losing.

Probably not?
How to lose when the goddess rides on your face?
But for some reason, I always have a bad feeling in my heart.

It was as if I had forgotten something important.

But no matter what, this war is not something he can intervene in now, he must become stronger.

Suddenly, a rustling sound coming from the fog interrupted Lord's thoughts.

A dozen figures emerged from behind the trees.

They have the appearance of humans, but their bodies are very short, their limbs are extremely uncoordinated, and their skin is green, almost blending in with the surrounding environment.

"Stop, outsider." The leading creature spoke, his voice like the rubbing of leaves, and he spoke word by word, obviously not very familiar with the common language of this world.

Facing these races he had never seen before, Lord looked at Celie, only to see her shaking her head slightly.

Obviously, Celie didn't know the identity of the race in front of her.

"Hello, who are you?" Lord took the initiative to speak.

But the leading creature slowly shook his head. Their clan usually communicated through thoughts and did not need to speak at all.

Now faced with these outsiders, their limited common language vocabulary was no match for them, so they had no choice but to keep silent.

Lord and his companions naturally didn't know the reason, and they felt helpless in the face of the silence of these unknown races.

"In that case, have you ever seen a creature like me?" Lord asked, pointing at himself.

Since we can't communicate, we might as well take this opportunity to ask these people if they have any clues about human settlements.

"Elf. Search?"

"It's not an elf, it's me!" Rod pulled Eric's ears. "Elves don't have ears that short!"

Eric: “.”

Don't you have ears yourself? Why are you pulling mine?
The leading green creature slowly spoke again: "Yes, here."

He raised his hand with an extremely slow movement, so slow that Lord wanted to press the fast-forward button, and then pointed in a certain direction.

"one day."

"That means there will be a human settlement about a day's journey in this direction, right?" Noen asked uncertainly.

The main thing is that this creature is not only slow in movement, but also speaks little, so we can only guess from its limited words.

"That should be the case. It's on the way anyway."

(End of this chapter)