Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

She herself is not even a mature magician, so how can she be someone else's teacher? What's more, Frillian is a magician herself, and she can't teach her more magic knowledge.

"What are you afraid of?" Celie glanced at Volame, her tone very cold, and seemed to be mixed with some unhappiness. "Give it a try, if she's too stupid, just throw her out."

"I'll try my best." Fulilian nodded very seriously.

Although Volame wanted to say something, seeing that the two teachers had made up their minds, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he had one more apprentice.

Chapter 232: Drunk and Sudden Kiss

Outside Shenghui City during the day.

At the moment when the pure white light cannon tore through the earth and silently wiped out the tide of monsters, in a cave dozens of kilometers away, a pair of eyes hidden under a hood suddenly shrank.

Finn the Dead, one of the Seven Sages under the command of the Demon King Annaliese, had an extremely ugly expression on his face at this moment.

After realizing that the power of the Crescent Moon City barrier had weakened, he expended countless efforts and even used the precious power bestowed by His Majesty to bring about this destructive disaster ahead of time.

I originally wanted to destroy Crescent City along with its weak barrier as a gift to His Majesty, and at the same time, I could also collect countless corpses as raw materials.

However, all the calculations and ambitions were turned into nothingness by the light cannon that was so powerful that it did not even belong to this world.

He could even feel his spiritual power attached to the monster tide, but it evaporated instantly after facing the attack of the light cannon, and not even a trace of pain could be transmitted back.

That kind of power... was beyond his comprehension.

"Lord the Godkiller!"

Dead Finn practically gritted the name.

His face was distorted by his fear of the name "God Slayer" and his rage at failure.

This man not only destroyed the possibility of the demons dominating the world a thousand years ago, but also severed the connection between the demons and the gods.

No one knows what means he used to live for a thousand years, and even today he is still planning against the demons.

Even the current Demon King has to temporarily avoid his edge.

He originally thought that the power he had received from His Majesty the Demon King was enough to realize his plan.

But now he understands.

In front of the God Slayer Lord, he was like a clown on the stage. He thought he was in control of the overall situation, but in fact his life and death depended on the other party's thoughts.

Stay?

There will be no meaning except becoming another wisp of dust that dissipates under the light cannon.

"Tsk..."

Finn made a noise of extreme resignation and turned away.

Lord's presence here and the terrifying power he displayed must be reported to His Majesty immediately.

And in the future, Your Majesty must play the chess game personally.

Time passed, and it was late at night in Crescent City.

Everything is quiet, only the cold moonlight falls silently.

Lord in the room quietly opened his eyes. He was not asleep, but was just in a shallow rest.

There was a change in the aura of Celia in the next room. It seemed that she had gone out?

He immediately stood up and followed the familiar magical fluctuations to the terrace at the back of the mansion with a wide view.

I saw Celie sitting alone on the terrace railing.

She was only wearing a simple white robe, and her long, dazzling golden hair was loose and draped, sheening softly in the moonlight.

But the bottles of wine lying around her feet seemed a little out of place.

The air was filled with the rich aroma of wine, and even the spicy smell of many dwarven liquors.

Lord frowned slightly. It seemed that this elf lady had drunk quite a lot tonight, and she only chose drinks with high alcohol content.

He approached slowly.

Celie didn't seem to notice, or maybe she did, but because the breath was too reassuring, she didn't want to look back and just looked up at the bright moon.

His eyes were not as clear as usual, but instead covered with a layer of misty light, and the focus was a little loose.

The moonlight outlined her delicate profile, revealing a kind of laziness and confusion that was unique to her in her daily life.

"Can't sleep?" Lord's voice was very soft, and he stopped beside her.

Celie slowly turned her head, fixed her eyes on Lord, and blinked.

She did not answer immediately, but raised the wine glass in her hand and shook it towards the moon. Her movements were a little slow due to her drunkenness, and even looked limp.

"Hmm... the moon... seems to be shaking..."

She murmured to herself, her voice soft and sticky, completely different from her usual cold and aloof tone, and for no reason it had a hint of allure.

Lord couldn't help laughing. It seemed that the elf lady was quite drunk.

He reached out and tried to take the wine glass from the other person's hand, and said gently: "Okay, give it to me. If you drink again, you will be in trouble tomorrow."

Celie subconsciously retracted her hand and protected the cup, like a child who didn't want her candy to be taken away.

She raised her eyes and glared at Lord. Although she tried hard to make a fierce expression, her drunken state made her look only delicate and even cute.

"No... I'm fine." She muttered, and in order to prove that she was not drunk, she even tried to stand up straight, but she lost her balance and almost fell off the railing.

Lord was helpless and no longer insisted. He just leaned against the cold railing and kept a slightly intimate distance from her.

After a moment's silence, Celie suddenly spoke, her voice heavy with drunkenness and a hint of confusion that was difficult to conceal.

"Lord, tell me, aren't we...bored?"

"Boring?" Lord turned his head to look at her, "There's a demon king outside that hasn't been dealt with yet, and you're still bored?"

"You're here!" Celie said it as a matter of course, even with an almost blind trust. She tilted her head slightly, leaned against the cold stone pillar, and looked at Lord. "Anyway, you will definitely be able to solve it in the end. I won't have any chance to make a move."

"What if I can't solve it?" Lord gave the elf lady a small snap of his fingers in an attempt to sober her up a little, but it obviously had little effect.

"Well, that can't be helped."

Celie lowered her head and paused. "I've been in the forest for too long. I can perform magic with my eyes closed. I've even read the magic books several times, and my research is as slow as a snail..."

So that's how it is, Lord understood.

Eternal life, magic that had already reached its peak, and the lack of new fun made the elf lady feel an inconsolable boredom and emptiness.

Even though external threats still existed, she was already convinced deep down that she could handle everything, which only exacerbated this feeling of doing nothing.

"So, you don't want to go back to the forest?"

Lord did not continue to discuss whether he could defeat the demon king.

Perhaps just as Celia said, she must definitely and must deal with the other party and put a perfect end to this story that has lasted for thousands of years.

"Yeah!" Celie nodded vigorously. Her golden hair slid down as she moved, brushing against the back of Lord's hand, bringing a slight itch. "It's boring. I want to find something different to do."

Seeing Celie taking off all her disguises, revealing her confused side for the first time, and speaking frankly about what was in her heart, Lord's heart moved slightly.

A long-brewing idea now emerged clearly.

He smiled and said, "Since you're bored and want to find something interesting to do, I have an idea. Do you want to hear it?"

Celie tried to focus her gaze and looked at him curiously: "What's your idea?"

"Let's create an organization." Lord cast his gaze towards the night sky. "A magic association that transcends national and racial boundaries and includes all magicians on the continent."

"Magic Association?" Celie repeated the unfamiliar word, a glimmer of interest seeming to ignite in her eyes.

"Yes! Look, the ratings of magicians on the continent today are in a state of chaos.

The human court certification, the levels of various magic academies, and the ancient heritage of the elves. The standards are different and it is difficult to measure the true level.

We can establish a unified magician evaluation system that is recognized by all intelligent races."

"Why should others join your system?" Celie asked the most crucial point.

Without certain benefits, other magicians will not participate in the evaluation of your magic system.

"It's very simple. As long as the magician passes our final assessment, we can grant him any magic he wants.

This highest level, representing the pinnacle of the path of magic, is called a first-level magician.

And the only examiner of this level who has the final say..."

He paused deliberately to create suspense.

Celie's eyes widened completely, and the drunkenness seemed to have been mostly dispelled by this extremely tempting proposal. She subconsciously leaned forward slightly: "Is it me?"

"Yes!" Lord laughed. "Who else could be more suitable than you? You hold the title of the strongest magician on the continent today, and even your immense magical power is enough to intimidate any examinee before they even begin."

“In this association, you will meet magicians from all over the continent, possessing all sorts of strange magical talents, and even mastering different magic systems.

You can choose whoever you like to teach, or you can explore areas of magic that you may have never explored before."

Celia was completely moved.

Those eyes, which were blurred by drunkenness, now burst into amazing brilliance.

All the boredom and confusion were swept away, replaced by an excitement that was almost like a new life.

It has to be said that Lord's proposal really moved her.

"The only examiner for first-level magicians," she murmured, chewing on these words, the corners of her mouth unable to suppress the upward curl, and finally turned into a happy chuckle, "Sounds very interesting!"

She stood up excitedly, wanting to express her approval.

However, she obviously overestimated her physical ability at the moment and underestimated the aftereffects of the alcohol she had just drunk.

She felt her feet go weak and her body fell uncontrollably.

If nothing unexpected happened, the elf lady might have fallen to the ground in a very embarrassing manner. Obviously, Lord would not see this happen.

He reacted very quickly and reached out to hug her.

With his speed and strength, he should have been able to pull her back easily.

However, perhaps because the moonlight was too beautiful, his movements were incredibly slow by an insignificant half a beat.

"ah!"