Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 329 The Great Crisis of the Elven Race

Kraft's words caused Celia to lose her composure instantly. She didn't even bother wiping the water droplets from her mouth before retorting, "Impossible! Would offspring born to other races still be considered elves? How could the Elf King make such an absurd request!"

Even her future offspring with Lord, Celia did not intend to treat them as fellow elves, because she did not want her children to be as emotionally detached as elves.

She never expected that the Elf King would propose such a ridiculous idea, to accept non-elf races as part of the Elf Kingdom.

"Don't get so worked up, he's just a half-elf," Lord quickly reassured him.

"Half-elf?" Seria was puzzled by this unfamiliar term.

After all, there has never been a case of offspring being born between two different races in this world, so the concept of a half-elf and half-dwarf does not exist.

"It's something like half elf and half human. You can call them elves or humans, but don't be too rigid in your definition."

"Well, that makes sense." The elf girl frowned, carefully considering Lord's words, and subconsciously felt that there was some truth to them.

I hadn't thought of that at all.

Kraft, standing to the side, could only sigh deeply in the face of Seria's intense reaction, a helpless expression on his face.

“Selie, that’s the truth, and the situation is far more serious than you think.”

His gaze swept over Lord and Seria, and he began to explain: "Since the Elf Forest was completely destroyed by the demons a thousand years ago, the root of our elven culture and life was also directly severed. Since then, the number of newborn elves has decreased year by year."

"Isn't there the Elf Kingdom?" Lord asked, puzzled.

In his view, he had at least preserved another large gathering place for the elves, and should not have ended up in this state.

"The people of the Elven Kingdom are by nature extremely weak in their desire to reproduce. Their long lifespans have made them indifferent to many things, including the continuation of their bloodline. It is possible that thousands of years will pass without any elven couple having the thought of having offspring."

"That's strange! How do the elves reproduce in the Elf Forest?"

“There are special elixirs,” Celia explained. “The elders of the Elf Forest concoct elixirs every now and then that can greatly enhance the elves’ desire to have offspring.”

"Sounds a bit like... well, you know," Lord muttered instinctively.

But thinking about it, it does make sense. After all, for a race like elves that are not very emotional, there is no better way to encourage them to have offspring than by drugging them.

"Unfortunately"

Kraft took over the conversation, "Unfortunately, the method for making the secret elixir has been completely lost. As a result, over the past thousand years, the Elven population has not only failed to grow, but has also suffered heavy losses in the ongoing conflicts with the Demon race. With this ebb and flow, the entire race's population has fallen to a point that... makes the King uneasy."

“So,” Kraft looked at Lord with a complicated expression, “His Majesty the Elf King, after a long period of careful consideration, has finally made this decision.”

On the one hand, restrictions on exchanges between the Elven Kingdom and other races should be gradually lifted; on the other hand, a method to effectively increase the population must be found.

He shrugged helplessly: "Hoping that our people will reproduce in large numbers is nothing short of wishful thinking. Therefore, Your Majesty can only turn your attention to external factors."

He thought that if he could use magic to allow elves to interbreed with other races and produce offspring with elven blood, even if it was only half, it would at least continue the elven bloodline and inject new vitality into the race.

His Majesty has pondered the matter and concluded that the only person on the entire continent capable of creating such magic that touches the very essence of life is Lord Lord, who has created countless miracles.

"As it happens, news of your survival has spread throughout the continent, so His Majesty entrusted me to come and find you." After hearing Kraft's explanation, Celia's doubts, though not completely gone, had eased considerably.

The elven population decline and such... She had been staying at the Magic Association and hadn't really paid much attention to the specific situation in the distant elven kingdom.

"Is everything you said true?" Celia still wanted to confirm it again, after all, the request came at just the right time.

“I swear in the name of the goddess I believe in that everything I just said is true and without the slightest falsehood.”

Hearing Kraft swear in the name of the goddess, Celia no longer had any doubts.

She knew Kraft, the former elven warrior who, after his journey with the goddess, transformed into a monk of unwavering faith.

Now that he has sworn an oath in the name of the goddess, his credibility is beyond doubt.

“…Has it really come to this?” Celia muttered to herself, and then muttered in a very low voice, “It’s come at just the right time.”

She couldn't help but glance at Lord beside her, thinking that this guy had just made up his mind to study this, and the Elf King had already sent someone to his door. What a coincidence.

Lord was at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated.

He looked at Kraft's serious expression, then at Celia beside him with a strange look on her face, and felt quite helpless.

He had just made up his mind to start researching how to break the reproductive barriers between humans and elves, mainly for his own sake and that of Celie.

Unexpectedly, the Elf King made the same request on behalf of the entire race.

Would you call this... running into a trap?

However, Lord could somewhat understand the Elf King's helplessness and urgency.

After all, the elves of this world rarely have such desires, something he has already experienced firsthand.

Lord recalled that he had taken the Holy Sword Atos from the Elven Kingdom and it had remained in his and Seria's possession ever since. He had never returned it, and even now, he could no longer do so. He felt he owed the Elven race a favor.

Now that the other party is asking for my help, it seems difficult to refuse, both emotionally and logically.

“I understand,” Lord said, breaking the brief silence. “I will do my best to research and create magic that will enable elves to reproduce with other races.”

He certainly couldn't tell Kraft that he had already started researching this magic, after all, it was a matter between him and Celia, and there was no need for outsiders to know.

"Thank you, Lord Lord!"

"Don't thank me yet," Lord interrupted Kraft. "Let me warn you beforehand that magic involving the origin of life and the fusion of bloodlines from different races is far more complex than you might imagine."

This requires a lot of experimentation, and I can't expect results in a short time. You need to be prepared to wait decades, or even centuries.

Kraft waved his hand dismissively and said in a relaxed tone, "It's alright, it's alright. Decades, centuries... for us elves, it's just a blink of an eye. After all, time is the last thing we have in abundance."

(End of this chapter)