Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"At least we have to collect the dragon blood."

Norn took out a simple water bottle from his backpack and wanted to collect the remaining blood in the corpse, but the animal skin water bottle was actually burned through by the dragon blood.

It seems that even if this dragon is dead, its blood temperature is still frighteningly high.

This is going to be troublesome.

Norn was a little distressed. Without dragon blood as a material, he could not make ink that would not fade. Moreover, the dragon blood that was flowing out was evaporating rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made him feel heartbroken.

"Is there any solution, Celie?"

Lord, who saw this scene, asked Celie. He didn't want all the efforts of himself and others to go to waste.

Celie shook her head, indicating she had no good ideas. However, as if she had thought of something, she said, "We could go to its lair. Dragons have a habit of collecting treasures. Perhaps we can find what we want there."

Everyone did not dare to hesitate and hurried towards the nest deep in the valley.

The spacious nest is filled with minerals of various colors, and the most eye-catching thing is the pile of gems of various colors that looks like a small mountain.

There were also some gold coins mixed in, and judging from the style, they were very similar to the ones Amuro gave him.

"I guess the dragon used these gems as a bed."

Norn speculated after carefully observing the appearance of the pile of gems.

"Doesn't it feel uncomfortable?" Eric was a little unconvinced.

These gems are of different sizes and they are prickly just looking at them. I don’t know what special hobby the dragon has that it would use these things as a mattress.

"Who knows? I've only heard about the dragon clan."

Celia, who was at the front of the group, walked straight past the colorful minerals and gems and came to an inconspicuous corner where many armors and weapons were placed.

However, the surface of these equipments are all rusty, obviously they have never been maintained. Some are even in a semi-damaged state and are basically unusable.

"What are these?" Lord also noticed the equipment and came forward to ask.

"The elves' bows and arrows, the dwarves' armor, and the Skywing's longswords—these were the equipment of those who died at the hands of this giant dragon."

Celie picked up an elven longbow and ran her fingers over the unrecognizable emblem on the bow. The bowstring had long since disappeared due to the erosion of time, but the bow made of a special wood still remained.

"Do you want to take it with you?"

"No need." Celie put down her longbow. "It's pointless. It's not as good as magic."

I just felt a little sad. If these elves used powerful magic instead of these weak bows and arrows, would the ending be different?

But unfortunately, not every elf can use magic.

Elves who cannot learn magic can either become powerful monks like Kraft, or become archers, which can also be considered to have some combat power.

"Then let them continue to rest here."

Lord also gave up the idea of ​​rummaging through this pile of equipment, mainly because these things looked almost all tattered at first glance, and there was really nothing worth rummaging through.

Again, anyone who could be killed by this dragon probably wouldn’t have very good equipment.

Lord felt that the plot in the novel where an adventurer holding a legendary holy sword fails at the hands of a dragon and then finds the holy sword himself would not normally happen to him.

Besides, there is no use for him to have that thing!

You can't let him go around chopping people like some old man with a white beard, a magic wand in one hand and a holy sword in the other, right?

At this moment, Som, who was rummaging through the gemstones, suddenly found a gleaming metal box. "Huh? Why is this thing here?"

Theoretically, this place should be full of gems and minerals. Som originally wanted to find some valuable materials from them, but unexpectedly he turned over something like a treasure chest.

This was a palm-sized silver-white box. Lord wanted to see what was inside but found that it could not be opened at all.

"Magic seal?" Celie noticed traces of magic on the box. "Let me try."

Celie took the metal box and used the simplest and most brutal method to forcibly break the magic seal on it. With a slight sound, a crack appeared in the box.

After opening it, there was a small piece of ore inside. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, completely confused as to what the charm of this black stone was that would be worth storing in such a sealed box.

When asked, Som also said that he had never seen this kind of ore.

In this case, everyone had to put the stone away first and free up the box to collect dragon blood.

The box is made of special metal that can withstand the temperature of dragon blood.

Everyone left the dragon's nest. Lord picked up some beautiful gems, and the dwarf Thorm filled a large bag with precious ores. It was obvious that his forging skills were terrible, and no one knew what he needed so much ores for.

Eric, carrying a bag full of gems, muttered, "So, can these gems be exchanged for anything?"

"I don't know, but I have to give it a try."

Norn didn't take much, just picked some gems and gold coins and put them in his pockets, which was in stark contrast to Eric.

As for Celia, she took nothing.

She looked down upon everything in the dragon's lair; she simply wanted to accomplish the feat of killing the dragon.

Chapter 45 I'll give you half

"Lord, it's time to take your medicine!"

"Please, could you not use such weird lines? I'm a little scared."

Looking at Celie holding the medicine bowl with a smile on her face, Lord's eyebrows twitched.

I was clearly sitting here and hadn't collapsed on the bed yet, so how did it develop to this point?

I don't know what sudden idea Celie had to say to me, which made me completely confused.

In order to kill the dragon during the day, Lord Demon used up all his magic power and fell into a short state of magic exhaustion, but it was not as serious as Celia's, and he would recover in about a day or two.

This gave the petite elf in front of him the opportunity to make himself a bowl of magic recovery potion.

This bowl of green herbal soup can hardly be called soup. It is as thick as porridge. You can imagine how many herbs Celie put in it to stew out such a thick soup.

Is this guy taking revenge on me?

Lord had every reason to doubt Celie, especially since she had a malicious smile on her face.

Really.

I didn’t expect that my little master was so vindictive.

Lord took the potion. Although it tasted bitter, it was at least a token of the other party's good intentions. Drinking it would indeed help him recover his magic power faster.

But I will remember this grudge!

Just be patient for now, and let this young master suffer the consequences later!

Seeing Lord gulping down the potion, Celie was somewhat expecting what expression this human would show, but to her surprise, Lord's expression did not change at all until only half of the bowl was left.

impossible!

Celie could clearly recall the taste of the herb, which was bitter enough to numb her tongue.

If Lord hadn't brought her sweet fruits to alleviate the bitterness, she would never have wanted to drink it.

"Why don't you feel bitter?" Celie asked the question in her heart.

"Is it bitter? I think it's very sweet, not bitter at all."

Lord laughed, and his words made Celie doubtful.

Could it be that the other party used magic to change the taste of these herbs?

Because Lord always brings her some little surprises and knows a lot of little magic that she has never seen before, so it is reasonable for Celie to have such suspicion.

But the prerequisite is that she has to notice Lord's cunning eyes.

"How about you try it? I remember you used up a lot of magic power today."

Lord handed over the bowl and Celie took it.

Looking at the potion in the bowl that couldn't be greener, she was still a little hesitant.

After all, she had actually tasted this thing and knew how bitter it was, not to mention that the dose this time was doubled.

But since Lord acted as if nothing had happened, it seemed that the other party had developed some new magic.

For example, magic that can turn bitterness into sweetness.

Convincing herself with this reason, Celie began to drink the potion along the edge of the bowl.

However, the next second, she spat out all the potion in her mouth.

"puff--!"

Lord was prepared and dodged to the side, but Noen, who was preparing dinner not far away, was unlucky. The potion splashed directly onto his trouser legs, leaving a large stain.

"Alas, this thing is very precious, please don't waste it."

Norn sighed.

I can only say that it’s a good thing I wasn’t too close, otherwise more than just the corner of my pants would be dirty.

"Sorry, sorry." Lord walked forward and released a small cleaning magic. The next second, the stain on the corner of Norn's pants disappeared.

Opposite him, Celie's little face was wrinkled: "It's so bitter!" She glared at Lord angrily.

Celia was no fool, and she immediately realized that Lord was lying to her.

This short and cunning human being!

"You... you lied to me!" Celie was so angry that the tips of her ears turned red. She raised her hand to throw the remaining medicine at Lord.

Lord quickly stopped him: "Wait! Didn't you hear what Norn said? This thing is very precious."

Celie put down the medicine bowl.

Indeed, this thing is very precious. They carried a lot of luggage before setting off, and only took a small amount of this herb.

Although Lord knew the magic of rapid growth, this herb was obviously different from plants like wild fruits, and rapid growth required more magic power.

Sometimes the restored mana is even less than the mana consumed by the fast-generating magic.

It really can't be wasted.

"Then drink it all!" Celie gritted her teeth and stuffed the bowl back into his hands.

Lord didn't have any objection. After all, he had drunk too much Chinese medicine in his previous life, so this little bitterness was not enough for him to spit out.