Fulilian: Becomes a disciple of Celia at the beginning

"!!!"

The white-haired uncle suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open, full of surprise and confusion. He looked at Celie and asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Do you know our eldest daughter?"

"I'm her teacher."

Celia replied calmly.

"The eldest lady's teacher?"

"Wait, could it be that you are the legendary great magician!"

The white-haired uncle reacted and lost his voice, quickly covering his mouth as he was about to shout.

Seeing that this white-haired uncle was related to his junior sister, Gut couldn't drive him away anymore, so he simply moved the chairs and made room for him.

The white-haired uncle gave Gut a grateful look, and at the same time, lowered his voice and introduced himself.

"My two respected magicians, my name is Myles. I am the eldest lady's butler and the temporary manager of the Chamber of Commerce."

"Myles?" "The eldest lady's butler?"

The corner of Gut's eye twitched. These two nouns were indeed familiar. Although he knew that this question might be a bit presumptuous, Gut couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked.

"Excuse me, is your guild called the Thorn Rose Society?"

"Ok?"

The white-haired uncle was taken aback for a moment and denied it, "How could the Chamber of Commerce be named like this? It has too much gangster vibe, just like a gang-related organization."

"We are a legitimate chamber of commerce, and our name is the [Dalmonus Chamber of Commerce]."

"Okay." Gut shrugged. "Looks like you don't have to be careful about the sea water anymore, uncle."

"emm"

After secretly thinking that the young magician's words were really difficult to understand, the white-haired uncle coughed lightly, indicating whether they could return to the previous conversation about the demons, especially the analysis related to [Guillotine Aura].

"Uncle, you seem to be paying special attention to Aura, the demon clan's Seven Collapse Sages. Is there any special reason?"

After hearing this question, the white-haired uncle Miles lowered his head slightly and looked a little sad.

Seeing the uncle's reaction, Gut immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly said that it would be fine to skip this question and the uncle didn't need to answer it.

"Do not."

After a moment of silence, Myles shook his head and rejected it.

"Speak out. Your previous analysis is very likely correct. This past event can also serve as intelligence to enrich your analysis."

"Since you two haven't heard of this past from the eldest daughter, I'm sure the child hasn't recovered from the tragedy yet."

"The story takes place in the xxth year of the Imperial Calendar."

at the same time.

[Northern Kingdoms: Huvia Mountains]

Milo, a young nobleman who had recuperated for a whole day in the city of [Arutido], sent a letter of safety to his family. Then he resolutely prepared supplies and set out on the road across the [Xuvia Mountains] to the secret place [Central Countries, For Basin].

After taking the repaired sword from the blacksmith shop in the city, Milo set out on his journey alone again.

As for why not hire a few mercenaries to accompany you.

It's not that Milo is angry and doesn't want to do it, but he really has no money.

After all, it was his first time running away from home and traveling far away, and Milo had no experience, so he just packed some money and ran away.

But who would have thought that the money would be so wasted.

As for teaming up with adventurers in the city to form an expedition team?

It's not that Milo hasn't tried before, but the reliable adventurers in the tavern didn't trust him, and he felt that the adventurers who came up to him were unreliable.

Milo had no time to wait, so he gritted his teeth and continued his journey alone.

In the forests of the Huvia Mountains.

Milo took a deep breath. Since it had rained heavily in the mountains not long ago, the air in the forest smelled quite good.

"Hey, that fruit on the tree seems quite plump."

After walking along the mountain road for a while, Milo, who was a little thirsty, suddenly saw a light in his eyes.

Although the fruit trees are between the cliffs, it won't be a big problem if you are careful.

After estimating the distance, Milo stood on tiptoe and reached out to the fruit on the branch.

However, just before Milo's hand was about to touch the fruit, a long snake the same color as the branch that had been lying on it opened its mouth and shot out.

Milo shuddered immediately, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Subconsciously, Milo's body recalled the counterattack moves he had developed after being beaten countless times by his father.

He moved his body to the side with his toes, grabbed the hilt of the sword with his other hand and swung it around, instantly cutting the snake that was about to bite him in half.

"Success!"

Milo felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart, but the next moment he suddenly realized something very serious.

After this beautiful sword dance, it seemed that both of his feet had left the ground and were stepping on the air?

In an instant, Milo's figure fell rapidly down the cliff. Milo wanted to insert his sword into the cliff to slow down his falling speed, but even if he stretched out his arms, he could not reach the cliff.

"It's over."

Under the strong feeling of weightlessness, Milo closed his eyes and waited for death resignedly.

"Young man, are you giving up now?"

Suddenly, a somewhat gentle male voice sounded in Miro's ear.

The next moment, his falling figure stopped, and his back was firmly grasped by a strong hand.

In a trance, Milo opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is a brave sword firmly inserted in the cliff.

And an older man with thinning blue hair.

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Chapter 49: Milo and Sinmeier's Encounter

"Am I saved?"

Although he had been pulled up from the cliff by the uncle with sparse hair, Milo, who was now sitting on the ground with weak legs, still had an expression of disbelief on his face.

How can I survive this situation???

The fear that he had ignored when he fell off the cliff suddenly broke out at this moment; Milo, who had obviously been rescued, was now sweating coldly with fear.

Finally, after a long time, Milo's heart calmed down from the brink of life and death. After regaining his sanity, he immediately looked at the uncle who saved his life, bowed and expressed his most sincere gratitude to him.

"OK OK."

Xin Meier stepped forward, pulled up the bowed young man, and warned him, "You should be more careful on your journey, especially for a lone adventurer like you."

However, after seeing the young man's face, Xin Meir was slightly stunned.

"Where have I seen your face before?"

"What a coincidence, uncle. I feel the same way." Milo also said.

"And it occurred to me, uncle, you look a lot like the statue of the Brave Sinmel. Even the [Brave Sword] in your hands is exactly the same."

"Of course."

As Xin Meier spoke, he smoothed his thinning hair with his hand and said, "Because I am..."

"But there are still differences between you and the statue of the Brave Lord. The statue of the Brave Lord is taller and more handsome than you, and his hair is not as sparse as yours."

Xin Meir's eyes twitched and his fists stiffened a little.

This young adventurer is really unpleasant.

But at this moment, Xin Meir is no longer the high-spirited young man who fought against the Demon King. Now, at the age of fifty-five, he has acquired the composure of an adult.

So Xin Meir shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Then a knuckle instantly hit Milo's head, leaving a red mark.

"hiss--"

"Pain! Pain! Pain!"

Milo held his head in his hands, covering the "red envelope" given to him by the "bald uncle", and looked at Xin Meir with a face full of grievance.

"Uncle, I'm just telling the truth."

"Boy, everyone gets older, and when you get older you will also experience the pain of hair loss."

"Ok?"

Milo was stunned by the words of the uncle in front of him. In a trance, a reasonable guess lingered in his mind.

"Uncle, you are not really the brave Xin Meier, are you?"

"it's me."

Milo:!!!

"It's really you, Brave Master! What an honor to meet you! I grew up listening to your stories! I remember every battle you've fought, every monster you've defeated!!!"

Milo surrounded Xinmeier, looking extremely excited.

In the northern countries where the fight against the demons is most intense, people's homes are often destroyed by demons and monsters.

In order to cope with the despair in life, people living here need hope even more.