Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Celie stared at Lord for a while and found that the man didn't seem to be joking, so she snorted helplessly and turned her head away.

On the other side, Fulilian heard the entire conversation between the two. After all, Lord and Celia had no intention of hiding anything from each other.

Now, after hearing that they wanted to make that Volame their master, Fulilian felt a little complicated.

She was a self-taught magician who learned magic from magicians who occasionally passed by the village and some magic books. She had never received orthodox magic instruction.

Now that she has suddenly become someone else's disciple, it is inevitable that she feels a little uncomfortable.

But before she could open her mouth to refuse, Lord started questioning her again.

"By the way, Fulilian, do you remember what happened before you came here?"

"Flame and Ella saved me..." Fulilian began to try hard to recall the memories in her mind.

Although she seemed to be in a coma, she still retained a certain degree of perception of the outside world. "I remember they seemed to activate a very complicated magic circle, and then they surrounded me. After that, I knew nothing."

Lord and Celie looked at each other. Those two people were actually surrounded? Could it be that the magic power needed to activate the teleportation magic was stolen by them?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt that this was possible.

In the past, in order to fight against the gods, Lord created a magic that could intercept the power of faith, and a simplified version of this magic was also taught to Ella by Celie.

"They used teleportation magic to bring you here," Celie explained succinctly. "No wonder the magic traces looked so forced. It turns out they were surrounded."

"Are they in danger?" A trace of confusion appeared on Fulilian's face. "Is it because of me?"

"We don't know the exact situation yet, don't worry." Lord took over and comforted Fulilian, "All you have to do now is tell us everything you know so that we can decide how to help them."

He paused and added, "Don't worry, since they dared to do this, they must be sure to get away."

This was half truth and half consolation, but Lord did have some confidence in his own disciples and Celia's disciple Ella.

With the abilities of the two, it is still possible to escape at all costs.

He was worried that these two men would be timid and lay down their weapons and surrender, which would be tantamount to handing their lives into the hands of others.

Upon hearing this, Fulilian's confusion vanished, and she began to try to recall and recount, "My village was attacked by a demon general, led by a..."

She spoke intermittently about the destruction of the village, how she was defeated and seriously injured in the battle with Balzac, and how Volame and Ella appeared and killed Balzac.

She witnessed all of this with her own eyes, so naturally it was extremely clear.

As for what happened afterwards, my memory is a little vague.

She must have been carried by Volame to a city, where she received treatment. Although she did not recover completely, she felt much better and even her consciousness became clearer.

"Later, I vaguely felt that I was placed in a damp place, surrounded by a strong magical aura. After that, I lost consciousness until I woke up here."

After saying this, Fulilian closed her eyes tiredly. It was obvious that the memories just now had consumed a lot of her energy.

Lord and Celie listened quietly and had a general understanding of the matter.

As expected, I met that demon general!

But the severity of Fulilian's injuries was far beyond expectations, and the corrosive force was clearly the work of the demon king.

Chapter 228 Leniency for confession and severity for resistance

It seems that the other party used some special means to give it to the demon general under his command, and then Fulilian unfortunately became the unlucky one.

Judging from his description, it can only be used once, otherwise Volame and Ella might also be affected.

But these two people are so bold to forcibly intercept the magic of the city!

They are now either wanted or in jail.

"What's the name of that city?" Celie asked quickly.

"sorry, I do not know."

Fulilian herself had her eyes closed the entire time, and even the little things that happened in the outside world were known only through some weak perception. How could she possibly know the name of the city?

"Calm down, Celie." Lord patted her head gently. "There aren't many human cities in the north, and even fewer with priests. They'll be easy to find."

"I mainly think that given the personalities of those two people, they are likely to surrender."

Celia knew her two apprentices very well.

Although Ella usually looks very quiet, she occasionally makes some very bold moves. She even suspects that it was she who came up with the method of intercepting magic power.

Under Lord's teaching, Volame became a good person with the character that Celie disliked the most.

Once they realize they are in the wrong and do not want to harm innocent people, they may simply surrender.

"It's indeed possible. It seems we have to rush over there as soon as possible."

Celia snorted coldly: "I want to see who gave them the courage!"

"However, before we go..." Lord turned his gaze to Fulilian, thinking for a moment, "We need to settle her down first. Her body needs rest."

Celie also looked at Fulilian, frowning.

It's true that bringing her along is a burden, but it's not safe to leave her here alone.

At this moment, Fulilian wanted to sit up: "I want to go with you!"

She didn't want to delay the rescue of her benefactor because of herself, and she also wanted to know if Volame and Ella were safe.

"Nonsense." Lord lightly pointed, and a gentle magical force pressed Fulilian back to the ground. "You can hardly walk now, how are you going to go?"

He looked at Fulilian's stubborn eyes and suddenly smiled: "Not bad, it seems that Volame and Ella saved you in vain. Since you want to go so much, let her carry you."

Lord pointed at Celie beside him.

"Huh!?" Celie's eyes widened slightly. "Shouldn't you be the one doing this?"

"I heard that elves are very resistant to contact with strangers. Isn't this a bad idea?"

"Don't worry about what she thinks."

Celia doesn't care about that.

In her opinion, Flillian was so weak and still wanted to be with them, so she should stop doing those unnecessary things.

She didn't care so much when she went on adventures with Lord.

Of course, this only applies to Lord.

Fulilian pursed her lips, and finally nodded obediently: "If Lord Lord doesn't mind the trouble..."

"Alright." Lord turned to Celie and said, "You stay and look after her. I'll be back soon."

Celie was stunned. "Where are you going? Didn't you say you were going there as soon as possible?"

"We have to find a way to get around first, and get some information. Do you really want to fly all the way there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Celie could ask any more questions, Lord's figure completely disappeared from the spot without leaving any magical fluctuations.

Celie looked at the place where Lord disappeared and curled her lips: "You're keeping me in suspense again. What means of transportation? He's just going to find the source of magic power..."

But she still moved Fulilian to a more comfortable position.

Fulilian was shocked when she saw Lord suddenly disappear.

Just how powerful were these two benefactors' teachers?

Her eyes involuntarily drifted to Celie beside her.

This elf girl was as beautiful as in the legend, with long golden hair falling down smoothly, just as beautiful as the goddess of the past. However, at this moment, she exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.

Fulilian asked softly, "Lady Celia? Has Lord Lord...always been like this?"

Without even looking up, Celie replied, "Don't worry about him. He's always been like this, likes to be mysterious, does whatever comes to mind, and never cares whether others worry or not."

Although the tone was filled with disdain, Fulilian was still able to keenly detect the familiarity and complaint contained in it.

"Oh." Fulilian nodded as if she understood, and didn't ask any more questions.

On the other side, in an interrogation room.

"Name?"

"Ella." Ella replied weakly.

At this moment, she was handcuffed to a chair and some kind of forbidden magic was cast on her, making her unable to use any magic.

"What about gender?"

"Woman, can't you see?" Ella glared at the magician in front of her unhappily.

The magician coughed lightly and continued to ask, "What about race?"

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Ella really wanted to complain at this moment. Is it that this human female magician’s eyesight is not very good? Can’t she see her long, iconic elf pointed ears?

"Answer my question honestly!" The magician slammed the table, trying to make herself appear more majestic.

"Elves."

The female magician wrote quickly on the book, but her uneasy expression clearly betrayed her true thoughts at the moment.

When facing an elf, especially a powerful elf, no one dares to use harsh means to torture the other party.

Nowadays, the relationship between elves and humans is not very close.

Although the two tribes had a honeymoon period after the establishment of the Kingdom of El, with the rapid development of mankind, the power between the two tribes has clearly reversed.

Because the elves lost their homeland, they inevitably entered a period of decline, and their population grew extremely slowly.

But after all, it is still one of the strongest races in the world, and a powerful magician like Ella must be a well-known existence in this race. If it is not handled properly, the consequences will not be something that a small novice magician like her can bear.

The seniors were naturally well aware of this, so they blamed each other and took the responsibility of the interrogation upon themselves.

So she could only ask some basic questions as a routine to delay time.

At the same time, in another interrogation room.

Unlike the situation on Ella's side, the room where Volame was imprisoned was more humane, except that the number of guards outside the door had not changed.

At this moment, sitting opposite Volame was the Duke of this city, a middle-aged man dressed in aristocratic clothes.

The fact that he came in person shows how seriously he takes this incident.

"Miss Volame, is that so?" The Duke's voice seemed calm, yet it carried the authority of a superior. "I'm surprised. With your human identity and magical prowess, why would you do something so reckless with that elf?"