Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 31 Celia's Self-blame
Instead of going to the human tribe first, they searched for Lord's whereabouts along the river.

However, after searching for a whole day, they found nothing.

When night fell, they set up a small camp and lit a bonfire.

There is no need to worry about attacks from monsters here, and those wild beasts pose no danger to them at all.

"Don't worry, we'll go to the human tribe tomorrow. Maybe Lord has already arrived there."

Seeing Celie's pale little face, Kraft comforted her.

The opponent's expression clearly showed the aftereffects of overusing magic power. Moreover, he had previously learned that the demon and the opponent's monsters were all killed by Celie.

I'm afraid Celie also paid a heavy price.

"I should have done this sooner." Celie seemed to be muttering to herself.

They shouldn't have been so embarrassed by being chased by this monster.

But Celia hesitated.

The monster created by the demons had the special ability to devour magic, and Celie had no way to quickly deal with it.

Even when he managed to get rid of it later, he did so by overdrawing his magic power and constantly using magic to let it devour him, eventually bursting the monster alive.

If Lord had not severely injured the demon before falling, her chances of defeating it would have been slim.

Even now, the magic power in Celie's body is almost exhausted.

You won't be able to use very powerful magic for at least the next month.

"Brother Lord is so lucky, he will definitely be safe this time."

The dwarf Thorm also spoke to comfort her.

Everyone has seen that Celie and Lord have a very good relationship. Now that Lord is missing, Celie must be feeling very bad.

Looking at the flickering bonfire, Celie felt her thoughts were extremely confused.

I had only been traveling with this human for a month, so why was I so worried about him disappearing?

Celie didn't quite understand her current emotions.

Regret and remorse are intertwined.

I had clearly promised to protect him and teach him how to survive in this world.

I am really an incompetent partner.

At some point, Celie had already considered Lord as her partner.

Seems like they're just partners.

Seeing that Celie remained silent, the dwarf Som scratched his head and looked at Kraft to see if he had any good ideas.

But Kraft shook his head.

He himself didn't understand why Celie valued a human so much, so how could he persuade her?

Besides, even he is currently in a stage of emotional exploration.

The reason why she appears to have richer emotions than Sailia is simply because she has come into contact with more creatures over the years, and thus has seen all kinds of emotions, which then affect her.

Even after the bonfire died down and everyone lay on the ground, Celie still didn't feel sleepy at all.

Looking at the starry sky in front of her, she recalled her previous discussion with Lord about the stars.

The grass on the ground was a bit prickly, and after sleeping on a soft blanket for so long, it felt a bit uncomfortable when I returned to the ground again.

It seems that I have always been well taken care of by that guy.

Seriously, I'm the stronger one.

For some reason, Celia's lips curled up slightly, without her even realizing it. After a full day of rest, Lord felt much better.

At least I can walk without any problem. It still hurts a little when I move vigorously, but it is still within an acceptable range.

It might also be related to the herbal soup that Norn sent. He said that this was a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation in their village, and it had a very significant effect on internal injuries.

Even if you have suffered a very serious injury, you can get out of bed and walk after drinking it for a week, and you can recover as before in half a month.

Last night, the other party thoughtfully sent me a bowl of chicken soup, which contained a big chicken drumstick and some unknown wild vegetables.

The chicken soup is very delicious, not too salty or bland.

Lord also discovered some spices for seasoning. It can only be said that human beings are worthy of being able to invent various delicacies no matter where they are.

"It looks like your injury is no longer serious."

Looking at Lord who had no problem walking, Norn smiled.

"Yes, what are you doing?"

Lord saw Norn holding a quill and writing something on the skin of some animal.

However, this feather pen is still a bit abstract, and it always feels a bit out of place.

"We're assigning work." Norn raised the quill in his hand and noticed Lord's gaze on it. "Are you curious about this? This is a hen feather. I found it suitable for writing, so I used it."

"Lord, don't worry about this guy." Eric walked over from a distance. "Noen can come up with all kinds of tricks every day. I don't know what's in his head."

"There has to be a number. If everyone continues to argue about food distribution like before, it will be a headache. This way we have a basis." Noen said unhappily.

Lord looked at the animal skin record in Norn's hand with great interest.

There are ink-like handwritings made from a mixture of charcoal ash and plant juice, which clearly mark the distribution of supplies to each household.

"Your village already has writing?" Lord couldn't help but say.

It is amazing to see such a systematic distribution method in this primitive world.

Previously in Som's village, he had also seen the dwarves writing in the common language of this world, but considering that the dwarves once had a glorious kingdom, it didn't seem surprising.

But seeing this common writing in this primitive human village made Lord unable to react for a while.

Norn scratched his head embarrassedly: "Actually, I learned it all from Mr. Kraft. He taught us a lot of things, including writing and counting methods."

This is not surprising, this is not surprising.

Eric interrupted, "But Norn is even more outrageous. He's always thinking of weird things. Last time, he even tried to use tree bark instead of animal skin to write, but in the end, the handwriting seeped into the bark."

"Ahem, I'll try drying the bark before writing next time."

"Would it break if it was touched lightly?"

Eric replied with a playful smile, and turned his attention back to Lord: "You're recovering pretty quickly."

"Yeah! What? Want to spar?"

"Um, is that okay?"

"of course can."

Lord swung his arms in a circle to indicate that he was fine.

"Eric!!!" Norn shouted his best friend's name in dissatisfaction, "You're here again."

Ever since the two of them have been improving their martial arts, no one in the village can be their match.

He was often busy managing the village and seldom went to practice with Eric, so when he saw Lord coming from the outside world, he knew at a glance that this guy was probably itching to get his hands dirty.

(End of this chapter)