You call this magic?

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other and saw the amusement in each other's eyes.

"So, Lady Celia, what we want..." Seeing that the two of them suddenly entered a strange state, Philen interrupted them directly.

"Well, it's in Oishaster." Celie yawned. "You can use it when you take the first-level magician exam."

"...?"

"Stop messing around! The material is a specialty of the northern plateau. Do you really think you can get it just because you want it?" Celie snorted. "Besides, if you fail the exam, I'll have to take it back. Understand?"

"There's no need to say such meaningless things." Yu Beier smiled, "Then when do we set off?"

"It's just two days. You should prepare for the long journey."

……

The northern countries, in front of the Xiuvia Mountains.

"Not done yet?"

"It's almost there, don't worry."

“It’s snowing.”

"I know, I know, so don't worry."

The burning of the bonfire was not affected by the magic barrier, but the temperature could not be affected by the barrier alone. Ethan's travel magic just lacked the magic to create a suitable campsite.

It's not his fault. In the past, he traveled in the central countries where the temperature was suitable, and relied on summarizing his experience to develop magic. He was defeated when he first faced the severe winter in the north with temperatures below zero.

If the barrier hadn't been able to block the wind, the bonfire wouldn't have been lit.

Therefore, Ethan had to bring out the environmental transformation magic he had studied before.

After ten years of accumulation and with the help of Fulilian and Solitaire, Ethan's research speed in magic has also increased rapidly, and the most important thing among them is imagination.

With the help of Solitaire's plant magic and the magic of blooming flower fields, the magic was finally completed on the third day after entering the snowfield.

【Magic that changes the environment】

A ball of light flew up from Ethan's hand and flew into the sky. Finally, it formed a hemisphere with a radius of twenty meters, covering the three people.

Soon, the snow melted, the temperature rose, and even the plants in the area quickly regained their vitality.

"Well, it's just okay." Fulilian gave her comment, but her eyes narrowed.

Witnessing the birth of a new magic always brings her joy.

Volume 3: The Burial of Flillian (Part 2): Chapter 43: The Elf Monk

Although this [magic that changes the environment] cannot be used while moving, they just need a place to safely survive the blizzard. Moreover, the range of this environment-changing magic can also be affected by the injected magic power. As long as the input magic power is sufficient, it should not be a problem to cover even half of the mountain.

But it is not necessary.

After finding a place near the mountains and water, Ethan turned the area within a hundred meters into spring. Combined with Solitaire's tree-planting magic, he could even produce fruit.

Wait until the snowstorm stops before continuing on your journey.

After moving forward like this for a while, we entered the coldest time of the year. The blizzard lasted for as short as one day and as long as two or three days, and it became increasingly difficult to travel.

Ethan also had the idea of ​​asking Fulilian and Solitier to use [Teleport] to reach the nearest village and wait for him, but he was sternly rejected by the two as soon as he said it.

"How could I leave you alone in the mountains? Are you stupid?" Fulilian patted Ethan's face. "Besides, even those villages are not as warm as here."

There is such a thing... Indeed.

During a snowstorm, the temperature can drop to as low as -50 degrees Celsius, while the highest temperature within the range of Ethan's [Environmental Change Magic] can reach 25 degrees Celsius, so there's no need to hesitate about where to stay.

Although eating fruit every day is a bit unsatisfying.

So Ethan often transformed himself into a strange traveler, [teleported] back to the earl's territory to buy some meat and then returned to the mountain, so casually.

If the people in that city weren't so welcoming, they would have no problem staying there during the winter.

Then, on an ordinary night, a stranger suddenly broke into the barrier created by Ethan.

"What kind of place is this?" The visitor looked around in shock, feeling the comfortable temperature around him. "Could it be some kind of magic?"

"You're right... eh, elf?"

Ethan, who rushed to the intruder first, was planning to say hello to the traveler. After all, the probability of surviving in a blizzard was too low, and he didn't mind doing a good deed and helping these travelers survive the blizzard safely.

But what he didn't expect was that the visitor was actually an elf, and it was the first male elf he had seen.

Also, this guy doesn't seem to fit his stereotype of elves at all. After all, muscular elves are a rare species.

……

Campfire place.

"Oh, thank you so much! Having a magician like you allows us to continue our journey even in the harshest of environments. That's a great thing... Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm the monk Kraft, an elf."

After saying that, he looked at Fulilian who was leaning against a tree stump reading a magic book, "I never expected to meet my kind in a place like this."

"Why, are elves really that rare?" Ethan asked.

"I always thought that all the elves except me and Celia were extinct." Fulilian said without raising her head.

"Celia? Who is that?" Kraft asked curiously.

"As expected of the elves, you are the only ones who can ask such a question."

Celia became famous fifty years ago. For elves, fifty years is not a very long time. It can pass by in seclusion in the mountains.

Especially since this guy said he was a monk, his seclusion period might be even longer.

After a brief explanation, Kraft nodded with a smile on his face: "I see, I see."

"Then I have a question." Ethan said, "Have you ever considered reproducing offspring?"

"I don't have those worldly desires." Kraft shook his head. "Actually, I once belonged to the Goddess Church."

People in the church, single for life, get it.

He didn't ask Fulilian this question, which was very rude.

But Fulilian took the initiative to speak.

"Perhaps, they never saw any need for the elves to revive from the beginning," Fulilian said. "Ultimately, this world will be ruled by humans who can create more miracles in a shorter period of time."

"As elves, if we want to do something and think 'let's just wait', that 'wait' could be decades. A race like that cannot bring about world change."

"Besides, the elves' reproductive ability is extremely weak. It's common for them to only give birth to one child in a thousand years."

"If they marry a human, the human might die and the elf still won't be able to conceive, and vice versa."

This was the first time Ethan heard Fulilian say such a thing.

That's right. If the elves had a strong reproductive capacity, given their lifespan, the world should be full of elves. The number of births might even have to be reduced because there were too many of them. Then what would be the point of the demons? They would have been killed by the elves by sheer numbers.

"Well, as long as I'm not dead, the elves won't be extinct. That's what I think." Kraft spread his hands and said, "As for marriage, spare me. I still prefer living alone."

Ethan looked at the two elves who were as fearless as dead pigs in boiling water and was speechless.

"Mr. Kraft." Ethan looked at Kraft's bulging muscles and suddenly had an idea. "I wonder if I could have a sparring match with you."

Fulilian and Solitier's expressions changed, and a magical barrier was formed instantly, blocking the bonfire.

"Well, if I were to spar with a magician, I'd be afraid..." Kraft wanted to refuse immediately.

But the next second, his eyes narrowed and he subconsciously stretched out his palm to block Ethan's straight punch.

If it weren't for the barrier, the shock wave caused by this sudden attack would have blown out the bonfire directly.

Feeling the strength coming from his hand, Kraft's expression changed, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth: "Dual cultivation of magic and martial arts? It's really rare. Well, since this opportunity is rare, I also want to exercise my body."

The monk is a very powerful profession with extremely fast attack speed, no weapon restrictions, and almost no shortcomings except for the small attack range. Moreover, due to extreme physical training, its physique is also incredibly strong.

Without using weapons, Ethan was almost passive from the beginning. His main occupation was indeed a magician, and his warrior ability was naturally no match for an elven monk like Kraft. After a few rounds, he was actually suppressed by the opponent and could hardly fight back.

The pressure from the monk made him quite excited, but being constantly suppressed was not something he was interested in, so...

[Dark Magic], [Magic Blast], fixed, mastered.

[Magic Armor and Magic Armor]

This is Ethan's purest enhancement magic. Magic blast itself is also the most basic use of magic. In principle, it is to use magic to completely strengthen physical fitness, and then form a magic coat as protection. It is quite simple and versatile.

At this moment, Kraft, who sensed the change in Ethan's temperament, also showed an excited expression.

The battle continues.

Volume 3: The Burial of Fulilian (Part 2): Chapter 44: What do you think of my relationship with him?

The sparring session with Kraft ended quickly.

The two sides stopped fighting after a while. The battle was not complicated. It was just a simple competition of fighting skills and strength. Obviously, judging from these alone, Ethan could not be a match for Kraft, especially in terms of fighting skills. The opponent could not be said to have achieved some success, but could be said to have reached the pinnacle. Compared with Ethan, who had only learned the basics of knighthood for a few years, the gap was simply a cliff-like level.

Ethan wants to hone his melee combat ability by fighting with real melee masters. Although he only needs to use magic in most actual combats, sometimes he does need to use dark magic in melee combat. In this case, his melee combat ability determines his upper limit.

It was not easy to meet a strong man like Kraft who had honed his skills for countless years, and he would not let go of this hard-won opportunity.

So, halfway through the fight, Kraft keenly caught Ethan's intention, so he smiled slightly and began to try to adjust his fighting style, and the competition soon turned into a teaching game.

There are many things that Ethan needs to correct, from his force posture to his movements to his breathing techniques. In the past, relying on his strength to throw bricks could indeed solve the problem, but once he encounters an opponent of equal strength, this will become a fatal flaw.

Ethan studied very hard, and Kraft was also generous in teaching him. According to him, not to mention the favor of environment-changing magic that could save lives in a blizzard, even if it was just a chance meeting, he would not hesitate to provide help to the warriors who asked him for advice.

"If I can leave something behind in this world, even if I go to heaven, I can say that my life was worthwhile."

Although he didn't know why he was so emotional, Ethan didn't ask much. Elves, after all, live for an extremely long time. A nap could be a person's entire life. The changes in the times they have experienced are definitely more than Ethan imagined.

In this world, there really is such a thing as a historical fault line.

Just like the mythological era when Celia was born, there is almost no historical record left to prove what happened in that era.

This is probably why he is willing to teach others skills.

In this way, Ethan and his group had an extra travel companion on their journey over the snow-capped mountains. Although according to him, the companionship would only last until they walked out of the mountains, after all, their routes were different.

Every day that followed, Ethan hung out with Kraft. The two practiced martial arts, chatted, and boasted. At first, Kraft maintained the demeanor of a senior master, but after hanging out with Ethan for a few days, he began to become a little less reserved.

As a man, you should maintain your composure when dealing with strangers, but now? You guys are acting like your mother.

Friendship between men is so simple and pure.

It was another day with blizzards falling outside and bright spring days inside the barrier. This blizzard had lasted for two days.

"Lady Fulilian, is this really okay?" Solitaire gnawed an apple while staring at the two people who were teaching the movements, her eyes narrowed slightly. "Ever since that guy joined us, Ethan has basically only spoken to him!"

"Ah?" Fulilian looked up from her book, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Solitaire puffed up her cheeks. At this moment, she looked just like Fearon when he was jealous. "Lady Furlin, you are too obsessed with reading!"

"I want to clarify that this isn't just reading. I'm studying magical theory."

"I have already interpreted the entire book from my memory. If there is anything you don't understand, I can tell you." Solitaire pointed at the cover of the magic book and said dissatisfiedly.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Fulilian stood up with an expression that said, "I'm not sleepy anymore." "Solitier, look here—"

"Okay, then I... wait! Now's not the time for this!" Solitaire was about to start explaining subconsciously, but then she reacted and snatched the magic book from the seemingly dazed Fulilian. "The current situation is that the owner is in danger of being snatched away by a man!"

She deliberately lowered the volume of the last sentence.

"Is that so?"

"That's it."

The two looked at each other for a while, and then Fulilian took out another book from her suitcase and started reading again.

"No, Master Flillian, what's wrong with you?" Solityl grabbed Flillian's shoulders and began to shake her. "The master is about to be taken away!"

"Then, then, all those things, all those things, not, not, possible, can, can." Fulilian's voice began to fragment due to being shaken. After Solitaire stopped with a wronged look, she sighed.

"As expected, a teenager is still a child. Has he reached his rebellious stage?"

"Lord Frilian!!!"

"Alright, alright, stop making trouble. Let me explain it to you in detail." Fulilian touched the tearful head of Solitier, then raised a finger at her expressionlessly. "Listen carefully, Solitier, what do you think is the relationship between him and me?"

"..." Solitier became obedient upon hearing this. She didn't dare to say anything, but looking at Fulilian's encouraging eyes, she still uttered two words hesitantly, "Master and Disciple?"

"Why do you sound questioning? Well, that doesn't matter. Then let me ask you again, what is the relationship between Philen and Yubel and him?"

Solitier was stunned. This, this question was not something she could answer. But looking at Fulilian's expectant eyes, she said shyly again, "Master and Disciple?"