Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 60: New Human Village
Following the directions of those unknown green creatures, everyone set out on their journey again.

After passing through layers of overlapping mountains, the view suddenly opened up before them.

A village built on the mountain appeared before our eyes.

"This is a great place." Lord exclaimed after observing the surrounding terrain.

"Yes, it's located deep in the mountains, and they are all barren. No wild beasts or monsters will set foot here. It can be said to be a natural refuge."

Norn also echoed.

Along the way, he couldn't help but admire the ancestors in his village who chose the Gmir Forest, a natural monster-restricted area, as their habitat.

The outside world is full of dangers, and it is difficult to gain a foothold without strong strength.

Whether it is their village or the village in front of them, they have chosen to live in areas where monsters will not set foot. One can imagine the current situation of human beings.

Everyone walked into the village. When the villagers discovered Lord and his group of strangers, they immediately gathered together vigilantly, holding some simple weapons in their hands.

Norn couldn't help but sigh that even among the human tribes, there were differences in the level of development.

Because their village does not have to worry about monster attacks, they can send people out to explore at will. Once they encounter a race with which they can communicate, they can ask for advice on more advanced technologies.

In Lord's words, they had already entered the Iron Age, but the weapons used in the village before them were very simple, and even some stone spears could be seen.

This mountain is their protective shell, but also an obstacle for them to go out. I'm afraid the only outside creatures these people can come into contact with are the green-skinned people in the forest.

Norn and Lord looked at each other and nodded. It was obvious what they wanted to do.

At this time, a white-haired old man came forward with a cane. It seemed that he was the village chief. "Strangers, who are you?"

He suddenly stopped talking, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lord and the others' faces: "Are you of the same race?"

Among these five people, the elves' slender ears and the dwarves' short but powerful bodies are very easy to identify, except for Lord and his two companions who look exactly like them.

Their village had records of some outside races, including elves, dwarves, and even their own people, so the old man asked uncertainly.

"Yes, old man." Norn stepped forward, "We come from a distant forest and are currently on an adventure."

The villagers wearing animal skins suddenly became agitated.

There are not many people in this village, probably only about a hundred.

So when faced with Lord and his men's sudden visit, almost everyone went into battle, even the children were no exception. It can be said that they were full of martial virtues.

Now that they saw that these outsiders were actually of the same tribe, curiosity overwhelmed their vigilance. Even the children poked their heads out from behind the adults and looked curiously at these fellow people who were dressed strangely.

That night, by the bonfire in the center of the village.

The villagers brought out simple but their best food to entertain Lord and his group.

The old village chief told everyone the history of the village.

"Our ancestors fled here to escape monsters, and we've lived here for three generations," the old village chief sighed. "But the harvests have been getting worse lately. I'm afraid we'll have to start a new migration soon."

This area is originally a barren mountain with very rare plants. Therefore, there are no wild beasts or monsters, allowing the people in this village to spend nearly a hundred years in peace.

But the land is still too barren, and sowing alone cannot even support a few hundred people.

They have now reached the end of their rope.

Before Lord could speak, Norn suddenly stood up and said, "I can help you!"

Under the villagers' surprised gaze, a warm light lit up in his palm.

The ball of light slowly rose into the sky, illuminating the entire village as bright as day.

It was Lord who developed the illumination magic; now, everyone except Som knows this simple yet useful spell. Lord considered Norn's outburst, but ultimately swallowed back what he was about to say.

He could understand the other person's feelings, but he still felt a little disappointed that his role was taken away.

At this time, a small hand quietly placed on Lord's head and gently stroked it.

He looked up and saw that it was Celie.

At this moment, the other person still had a happy smile on his face.

"Hoohoo! Are you unhappy?"

Go against Tiangang!

In order to touch her own head smoothly, Celie stood up. Otherwise, with her short stature, she would have to raise her arms very high to touch Lord's head.

"Are you taking revenge?" Lord said helplessly.

"You can understand it this way. It's your fault that a human like you likes to touch my head!"

Celia had wanted to do this for a long time.

She really wanted to see this human's helpless expression.

Just like when I was touched on the head.

It's a pity that Celie's plan is about to fail.

Lord didn't care about this. Instead, he felt that the little hand of the petite elf in front of him was very comfortable to touch.

Seeing that she had been touching Lord for a long time without any reaction, Celie finally withdrew her hand, but her expression was very unhappy.

Why wouldn't this guy be mad about this?

Celia was completely baffled.

But his thoughts were interrupted by the conversation between Norn and the old village chief.

"Is this a miracle?" the old village chief asked tremblingly.

"No, this is magic," Norn explained. "Anyone can learn it as long as they have the talent."

The old village chief suddenly became a little excited when he heard the word "magic".

He naturally knew what magic was. All magic, without exception, was something that only powerful races could possess. He never expected that one day he would see it on his own people.

Could it be that?
He stood up tremblingly and bowed deeply to Norn: "Respected magician, can we humans also learn magic?"

Noen quickly supported the old man: "Of course you can."

He stopped talking after he finished speaking, because Norn realized that he seemed to be taking the spotlight.

The captain of their team should be Lord. Even if he has the same wish as himself, he cannot make decisions for him no matter what.

This is his respect for his partner and his gratitude to Mr. Lord for his willingness to selflessly dedicate his magic.

So he set his sights on Lord.

Lord naturally understood what he meant and took over the conversation: "Please rest assured, the purpose of our journey is to teach magic to more humans."

The onlookers became agitated again.

Several young people were talking to each other excitedly, while the children opened their eyes wide and looked at the floating ball of light with curiosity.

(End of this chapter)