Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Lord was curious.

"Ordinary wolves are corrupted by the abyss and degenerate into irrational demonic wolves. Some powerful demonic wolves evolve into what you call werewolves."

"So that's it."

While chatting, the two turned around a dense bush and a small stream appeared in front of them.

I glanced at the sun. Although it would still take some time for it to set, there was no need to rush.

Celie also cast a detection spell: "There are quite a few monsters. If we light a fire, it will easily attract them."

Lord looked at the number of red dots in Celia's magic circle and said, "In that case, how about we first clear out a bunch of the monsters around here and cast a warning spell at the same time?"

"can."

Celia took a step forward. This kind of thing was naturally most suitable for her to do.

After quietly dealing with the last monster within a hundred meters, Celie looked around and returned to Lord after confirming that it was safe.

"What are you doing?"

Lord took out some things that looked like iron nails, with some thick gray cloth beside him. He was wrapping the iron nails with a rope and then nailing them to the ground.

"Set up the tent and wait a moment."

Seeing that Lord was very busy, Celie stopped disturbing him and said, "I'm going to find some firewood."

"Wait," Lord quickly took out a cloth bag from his bag, "Take this with you, and check if there are any edible mushrooms around. Swamps are great places for mushrooms."

Celie took the bag and twitched her lips. "How can I tell which mushrooms are edible?"

"You can pick anything that grows on the tree. Don't touch the colorful ones. I'll sort them out when you come back."

"You really understand all this." Celie said sincerely.

"of course!"

Lord was not polite either. After all, he had lived alone in this fantasy world for half a year, which was enough to make him an expert in wilderness survival.

Chapter 16 Night

Night falls.

The campfire crackled and Lord was cooking a pot of mushroom soup.

Celie sat aside, using the bonfire to drive away a lot of mosquitoes, allowing her to take off her white gauze hood, and her long golden hair shone in the firelight.

Behind her was a small tent that could only accommodate one person.

"Here," Lord poured a bowl of mushroom soup and handed it to her, "Try it."

Celie took the wooden bowl and poured the soup directly into her mouth, but the boiling hot mushroom soup burned her and made her stick out her pink tongue.

"Be careful, it's hot. Blow it first." Lord quickly reminded when he saw this.

Has this kid never had soup before? How could he not even know this common sense?

Having learned her lesson, Celie blew on the drink carefully and took a sip: "It tastes good."

It's a simple comment, but it's the best compliment for Lord.

He contentedly filled a bowl for himself, drank a sip with satisfaction, and then asked, "By the way, what do you elves usually eat?"

"A variety of natural fruits, occasionally mixed with some edible plants." Celie blew on the edge of the bowl. "Unlike you, who studies these all day long."

She wanted to say that these foods were weird, but she also felt that these foods were extremely delicious and should not be described as weird.

"The most delicious food in the world?" Lord continued with a smile.

The elves in the Elf Forest have a really hard life. If it were me, I probably wouldn't be able to stay there for a single day.

Celie didn't refute, but instead asked, "Is this how you humans all live?"

"Almost, but I might be considered an outlier among humans. After all, they are not as good at studying delicious food as I am."

Lord was not bragging. According to the calendar of his previous life, the living standards of human beings in this era were probably not that of 1,000 BC.

It is to the point that even a piece of meat pie that is not carefully cooked can be considered a delicacy.

All I can say is that the current cooking knowledge is like a dimensionality reduction attack on these foods from primitive times.

"Is he also an alien?" Celie smiled, not knowing what she was thinking.

A gentle breeze blew, and the two fell into a brief silence.

Celie suddenly spoke up: "Lord, why do you want to teach humans magic?"

Lord paused holding the bowl of soup. "I simply don't want them to remain weak."

No matter which race it is in this world, they all treasure their own magic technology extremely and it is impossible to pass it on to creatures outside of their race.

In other words, he was lucky enough to meet Celie and use the magic he created to attract her interest.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to learn the magic unique to the elves.

It is conceivable that if he had not set this precedent and allowed history to develop normally, it would have taken humans an unknown amount of time to learn magic.

"Learning magic is not easy."

Celia didn't want to hit Lord, but she had to let him know about this.

Even if an elf is born with magical talent, not everyone can become a powerful magician.

Many elves eventually changed their jobs to become warriors like monks.

"It's okay. Miracles will always happen. For a race with wisdom, miracles will definitely happen."

"Wisdom and miracles?" Celie pondered.

"So believe in miracles, and believe in humanity, Celie."

There was a hint of inexplicable meaning in Lord's tone.

He could understand why Celie was not optimistic about humans now, but when this race truly showed its potential, the other party would completely overturn their current thoughts.

With her long life span, she will surely see this day come!

Celie was silent for a moment. "You are very confident in your compatriots."

"Of course," Lord said without hesitation. "Although their lifespans are short, fragile, and insignificant, it is precisely this limited life that makes them cherish every moment. They strive to live their short lives to the fullest, leaving their achievements to future generations. This cycle will eventually build a glorious civilization."

"You speak as if you have seen it before."

Lord laughed: "Hahaha! Yes, I saw it in my dream."

After Celie finished her mushroom soup, Lord cleared the tableware and said, "You can go to the tent now. I'll keep watch for a while."

Lord had no habit of going to bed early, even in this world.

But compared to the rich nightlife in his previous life, his only hobby now is to stare at the bonfire in a daze.

Celie first looked inside the tent curiously. It was pitch black. She cast a small lighting spell. The space inside was very small, but for some reason she felt an indescribable sense of security. There was also a blanket on the ground.

Celie lay on the comfortable blanket, but for some reason she felt a little itchy, so she crawled out of the tent again.

"Then what are you going to do tonight?"

"Don't leave such a big gap, be careful mosquitoes fly in."

Lord quickly reminded that if a few mosquitoes flew into the tent, the warm tent would instantly turn into hell.

Celie quickly crawled back into the tent, then opened a small gap, leaving only her small head sticking out.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"Uh, that's going to be crowded."

Lord still had some concerns. After all, he had not considered the situation of two people when he built this tent.

He is not a super-strong man, so how could he carry a heavy package? Of course, he kept everything simple.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Looking at Celie's calm little face, Lord knew that the girl's words were without any emotion, but were simply out of concern for her adventure partner.

Nothing else.

"Ok."

Lord no longer refused and after extinguishing the fire, he also went into the tent. Because of the small space, the two of them were directly pressed against each other. He even felt that he could hug Celie in his arms as long as he raised his hand.

How about giving it a try?

Lord felt as if he was on a path to death.

But you have to give everything a try.

So he tentatively reached out his hand and held Celie in his arms. He could even smell the natural fragrance on her body.

Celie frowned. "What are you doing? It's a bit too crowded."

"Ahem, I feel a little cold."

"Really?" Celie was a little confused. She didn't feel the weather was that cold at the moment. "It's too crowded and uncomfortable."

Seeing that Celie said this, Lord had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

But at least the other party was not angry, which was a good sign.

Celia's golden eyes shone slightly in the darkness: "Humans are really strange creatures." She turned over and faced her back to Lord. She couldn't understand what Lord had just done.

Lord smiled silently, listening to the elf's even breathing beside him, and suddenly felt that such an adventure was not bad.

Chapter 17 Surrounded

Lord was awakened by a rustling sound. He rubbed his eyes and found that Celie had packed her luggage and was standing outside the tent.

He had a rare good sleep last night and felt very warm. He felt like he was back to the days when he used to sleep with his own life-size pillow in his arms, and this pillow was warm.

But is it possible that this so-called pillow is Celie herself?

Lord wasn't sure either. After all, if he really had slept with her in his arms all night, why didn't Celie resist at all?

Outside the tent, Celie had her back to him. "Are you awake?" she said without turning back. "Pack up! We need to hurry up today and get out of this swamp before sunset."