Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 229 Your teacher is Celia!

Volame was treated slightly better. Although his magic power was also restricted, he was not shackled and even had a cup of warm water in front of him.

"Your Excellency the Duke, we did not intend to destroy the city's barrier."

She told the Duke in front of her that she needed a source of magic power to cast the teleportation magic, without any intention of hiding anything.

"That's all?" Duke Hohenheim raised an eyebrow. "Why not ask the Temple for help?"

"We have sought help, but they said they could do nothing."

"But just to teleport an elf away." The Duke was speechless.

He was a little confused about the thoughts of the young magician in front of him. Such a big mess was caused by such a thing, and an elf was involved, which gave him a headache instantly.

A trace of guilt flashed across Volame's face. "There's no other way. We can only take a risk and use the magic power of the barrier to cast a teleportation spell to send her to the only person who can save her."

"The only person who can save her?" The Duke grasped the key information. "Who is it? Why do you think that person can save her?"

Volame hesitated.

Mentioning the teachers' names may bring about a turn for the better, but it may also cause unnecessary trouble.

However, seeing the city lord's inquiring gaze and thinking of Ella who was still imprisoned, she finally chose to confess.

"It's our teacher." Volame said softly, "Ella and I are from the same school."

"Oh?" The Duke showed interest. "To be able to teach a powerful magician like you, and even that elf, your teacher must be no ordinary person. What's his name?"

The Duke was now recalling in his mind the famous magicians across the continent.

But I have never heard of anyone taking people of different races as apprentices.

Volame took a deep breath. Although she wanted to say Mr. Lord's name, she knew that it was too scary, so she uttered another name: "Celiai."

"Sai…Sai Liai!?"

The Duke, who had been as steady as a rock just now, suddenly stood up from his chair, his face full of disbelief and even a hint of panic and shock.

"You...you're talking about the elven saint, Lady Celia!? The one who stood shoulder to shoulder with the legendary Godslayer Lord!?"

He couldn't help but be shocked.

Celia's name is like a living myth among the upper echelons of humanity and top magicians.

She represents the unattainable pinnacle of magic and ancient wisdom.

Her disciple? This identity is really a bit scary.

You have to know that in this era, Celie had not yet formalized the practice of accepting disciples. She only taught others a few magic spells occasionally based on her own feelings. Her real disciples were only Ella and Volame.

Volame nodded affirmatively: "Yes."

The Duke slowly sat back in his chair, his chest heaving violently, and it took him some time to digest this shocking information.

He stared at Volame, trying to find any trace of lying on her face, but all he saw was calmness.

"Evidence!" The Duke's voice trembled. "What can you say to prove you are a disciple of that elven saint? You know, using the name of such a respected person is a serious crime!"

Volame was silent.

She thought about it carefully and found that she really didn't have any token that could directly prove her mastership.

Teacher Celia had never given her anything to represent her identity.

The knowledge she has learned and her understanding of magic are the best proof, but how can she show this to outsiders?

I can't possibly show His Excellency the Duke some of the elves' most powerful light arrow techniques, right?

But this thing had long been written into the magic book by Teacher Lord. It was no longer a rare thing, and every magician could use it.

She shook her head, somewhat helplessly: "I don't have a specific token. The teacher has never given me anything like this."

Duke Hohenheim's brow furrowed again.

No evidence? It's impossible to tell if it's true or false.

But I have never heard that Lady Celiai would issue any badges or other certificates to her disciples, so what the other party said makes sense.

Besides, he had heard about the girl's magical abilities. It seemed reasonable that she had achieved so much at such a young age and that she had learned from a legend.

He fell into deep hesitation.

At this moment, the door of the interrogation room was pushed open.

The bishop of the temple, Casalius, walked in slowly.

He had already checked the core of the barrier and carefully examined the traces at the sewer scene.

"You're here." The Duke nodded.

Bishop Casalius nodded slightly, his eyes swept over Volame, and then looked at the Duke: "How is the situation?"

The Duke whispered about how Volame claimed to be a disciple of Celia but could not prove it.

The bishop's expression changed slightly. He subconsciously muttered to himself, "No wonder." However, the emotion quickly disappeared. He turned to Volame, the magician he had just met yesterday, and asked, "Did you cast a teleportation spell to send the elf girl away?"

"Yes." Volame had a good impression of the bishop who had been willing to save Fulilian.

"The spatial fluctuations left at the scene are extremely complex, slightly different from the teleportation magic commonly seen on the continent today. It seems to be some kind of improved version. It's truly amazing."

He first praised, then paused and looked at the Duke: "Your Excellency, the barrier has stabilized, but there is a certain amount of magic power deficit. Fortunately, the foundation has not been damaged. It will take about a month to restore it."

"That's good. There are still three months before the monster tide. There's still enough time." The Duke breathed a sigh of relief.

The city's barrier is the foundation of its standing on this dangerous continent. If anything goes wrong, the residents of this city will be put in danger.

"But it actually takes a man-month to recover. What a loss."

"Your Excellency the Duke, this small loss," the bishop interrupted him, shaking his head slightly as if to convey a certain meaning, "is not irreconcilable with the two disciples of Celia, especially since one of them is an elf."

The Duke was startled: "Your Excellency, you mean..."

"She didn't lie, at least that's what I think." Bishop Casalius calmly judged: "That level of teleportation magic itself is a strong proof.

Moreover, their purpose was clearly to save people, not to destroy, and they did not cause much damage to the city."

The bishop's meaning was very clear. After confirming that the two magicians in front of him were most likely the disciples of the elven saint, he suggested that the matter be minimized.

Although they were in the right and had sufficient reasons to punish the two people in front of them, they might also arouse the dissatisfaction or even anger of the elves or that Celie.

"But the dark corrosive power within the elf girl who was teleported away is so troubling even to me. They teleported her to Lady Celie. Does she have some special methods?"

The bishop was actually very curious about what level of sacred magic the elven saint possessed that could actually cure this level of dark power.

The Duke's headache worsened.

He didn't care at all about the elf girl who was teleported away. He only cared about the two people in front of him.

If this human is really Celia's disciple, then that elf is obviously also one. After all, it is much more reasonable for an elf to become a disciple of the Elf Saint than a human.

But this would make their identities too sensitive.

Detaining or even trying them, what if they anger the legendary saint Celia...

The Duke felt a chill down his spine at the thought of facing the wrath of a master of magic who had lived for who knows how many years.

"So in your opinion, what should we do now?" He posed the difficult question to the bishop.

The bishop pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Releasing them is clearly against the rules, as they have indeed caused damage. However, harsh punishment carries greater risks, and given the circumstances, there's no need for that."

Perhaps we can temporarily imprison them and restrict their freedom while immediately sending messengers to the Elven Kingdom to verify their identities and their relationship with Lady Celia."

It seems that even the bishop, who is quite afraid of Celiai, does not want to release Volame and Ella for the time being.

After all, these two people made too much noise and almost drained the magic power of the entire barrier. It would be unreasonable not to punish them.

But for Celia's sake, this punishment was changed to temporary imprisonment.

The Duke breathed a sigh of relief. This was indeed the best way to deal with the situation at the moment.

After hearing this, Volame felt a little relieved.

Although he lost his freedom, at least he was not thrown into a dungeon and suffered any punishment, and the other party was willing to verify it, so there was hope.

She was a little worried that it would be embarrassing if the other party couldn't verify it.

I hope Sister Ella has a backup in the Elf Kingdom.

"What do you think, Mr. Magician?" The Duke looked at Volame and his tone softened a lot, no longer having the oppressive feeling of a superior.

"I agree to this arrangement," Volame replied, "but please hurry. We are very concerned about whether Fuli, the elf girl, has arrived safely."

Bishop Casalius nodded and said, "We will arrange it as soon as possible. As for the elf girl, I hope she can be treated."

After the decision was made, the atmosphere eased a lot.

Volame was taken to a quieter and more comfortable cell, and Ella was brought there soon after and imprisoned next to her.

Chapter 230: Re-liberation after a thousand years (Three chapters in one)

Crescent City, the most powerful human city in the Far North, has always been shrouded in the glory of the barrier. Even though it would experience the impact of a wave of monsters every once in a while, it could survive safely thanks to the protection of the powerful barrier.

However, at this moment, the city is shrouded in unprecedented panic and despair.

The sharp and piercing sound of the magic alarm resounded throughout the city, representing the highest level of disaster warning.

At the edge of the city, the defensive barrier that had originally been turned upside down like a glass bowl was now flickering and flashing violently, as if it would break at any moment.

It turned out that just outside the barrier, under the city walls, countless ferocious monsters were like a black tide, frantically attacking the blue light curtain in front of them, trying to continuously consume the energy of the barrier.

Even the sky was covered by a large number of flying monsters, casting a terrifying shadow.

"Quick! Have all magicians inject magic power into the core node of the barrier! Quick!"

On the city wall, the commander roared at the top of his lungs, but his voice seemed so weak amid the roars of the monsters.

In the past, when facing a tide of monsters, they would choose to open a small part of the barrier to let the monsters in, and then have all the magicians and soldiers fire at the open position to reduce the pressure on the barrier.

But we can't do that now.

Because the barrier does not have enough magic power, each time a gap is opened or closed, the limited magic power in the barrier will be consumed.

Now they can only be forced to hide behind the city walls and pin all their hopes on the barrier.