Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 330 The Shameful Disciple

Kraft, satisfied with Lord's promise, took his leave and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Once again, only Lord and Celia remained in the dessert shop.

Celia was still somewhat dazed, holding her teacup unconsciously, looking rather absent-minded.

The Elven population is dwindling, and they even need to seek marriage with other races to continue their bloodline... This news has a far greater impact on her, an ancient elf, than it appears on the surface.

However, she also understood that if it weren't for Lord's help in defeating the demon army, not only the Elf Forest but also the Elf Kingdom would have been destroyed.

At that time, the elven race, having lost its most important settlement, will exist in this world like rootless duckweed, remnants of their existence in the form of villages, before being destroyed one by one by the demons.

Compared to that outcome, the Elven race is in a much better situation now.

At least, it's just a population crisis.

"Seria?" Lord called softly, waving his hand in front of her eyes.

"Hmm?" Celia snapped out of her daze and looked at Lord. This bewildered little expression was quite rare, but very cute.

"It's time to go back." Lord gestured to the setting sun outside the window.

Celia nodded, put down her teacup, paid the bill, and left the dessert shop.

Thanks to the streetlights made from magical ore, which can absorb sunlight for nighttime illumination, the streets are still brightly lit even though it is late.

The tavern next door was filled with the sounds of bustling voices, and the shops were as lively as ever. The two walked side by side toward the headquarters of the Magic Association.

However, just as they crossed a street, a commotion not far ahead caught their attention.

A group of people formed a circle, discussing the matter, and the sounds of arguing could be faintly heard.

Lord paused slightly; with the help of detection magic, he had already sensed that something was amiss.

Behind the cacophony of voices, he could clearly sense numerous powerful magical fluctuations, some of which even carried a hint of familiarity.

Moreover, judging from the arguments in the center of the crowd, it was clearly not an ordinary verbal dispute, but rather something that could escalate into a violent conflict at any moment.

"It seems a bit lively up ahead," Lord said, his gaze piercing through the crowd, trying to discern the situation inside.

Celia frowned. She also sensed those magical fluctuations, especially the auras of several mages, which felt very familiar to her.

It seems to be one of my stupid disciples?
The two walked into the crowd, and thanks to the subtle aura emanating from Lord, the onlookers involuntarily made way for them.

After seeing the scene inside the circle, Celia frowned even more deeply.

Two groups of people were facing off inside the circle.

One group was none other than Evan and her disciples, each of them looking tense and gripping their wands tightly.

The other group was an adventurer team of about seven or eight people, with excellent equipment. Three of them wore robes and appeared to be mages, while the other four were burly and exuded a powerful aura, clearly dressed as warriors.

At this moment, two groups of people are arguing fiercely about something.

"...It was clearly you who suddenly rushed out and damaged our things!" a hot-tempered mage in the adventurer team shouted.

"Nonsense! It was clearly your cart that went out of control and crashed into us! It has nothing to do with us!" Evan retorted without backing down. Although he was young, under Celia's strict training, his aura was not inferior to anyone else's.

"Kid, do you know how precious this box of magical materials is? We managed to collect it with great difficulty from the dangerous lands to the west! You couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold it!" A warrior stepped forward, slamming his battle axe on the ground with a dull thud, his words dripping with threat.

"It's just a box of magical materials, we can certainly afford to compensate! But this is clearly your fault, don't try to pin it on us!" Legolas said coldly, he couldn't accept this kind of slanderous behavior.

Although he and Evan had some conflicts in the past, under these circumstances, he naturally had to stand on the same side as the other party.

The two sides exchanged insults, their tempers flared, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, with the imminent threat of violence.

When Celia saw her disciple appear here and get involved in this street dispute, her first reaction was surprise.

According to her strict training schedule, these little guys should still be studying magic in the association right now, so how did they end up outside?

However, before she could figure out the reason, the argument in the room escalated again.

Ultimately, it escalated directly into a battle.

"Do it!"

With a low shout from the warrior who appeared to be the leader of the adventurer team, the battle erupted instantly!

"Idiot!" As the battle began, Celia practically spat out those two words through gritted teeth, her face extremely grim.

In her view, her disciples had made the first and most fatal mistake.

Instead of immediately distancing themselves from the opposing soldiers when the conflict broke out, they were already quite close to each other due to the previous argument.

This is simply the stupidest mistake a mage can make in a battle.

To some extent, a powerful warrior with extensive combat experience has a natural advantage over a mage at close range.

If the opponent also possesses some kind of explosive dash skill or technique to disrupt magic casting, the mage will be put at a great disadvantage in battle, and may even be instantly defeated before they can even cast a decent spell.

Although the magic system has been greatly developed and improved under Lord's promotion and creation over the years, especially defensive shield magic, which has developed into all sorts of strange types and forms, it has largely made up for the weakness of magic in making the body vulnerable.

Various elemental shields and deflection-reversal shields mean that mages are no longer as helpless against physical attacks as they used to be.

However, even the most ingenious shield magic requires reaction time.

Ultimately, it is an external thing and cannot fundamentally change the fact that magicians are far inferior to warriors in terms of physical fitness.

Once a warrior successfully closes in at extremely close range, disrupting the casting rhythm and preventing the shield from deploying in time, defeat is almost certain.

And things turned out just as badly as Celia had predicted.

At this almost hand-to-hand distance, Evan and the others didn't have time to cast various mid-to-high-level spells and could only use some simple attack spells.

But those adventurer warriors were clearly extremely experienced and worked together very well.

Like tigers among sheep, they charged directly at Evan and his companions, relying on their superior strength and physical abilities, either using their weapons to deflect magical attacks or relying on their armor to withstand them.

At this distance, Evan and his team could only defend passively, and their simple shield magic was quickly broken.

Almost in the blink of an eye, apart from Evan and Legolas who were still struggling to hold on thanks to their slightly stronger strength and faster reaction speed, the others had been swiftly subdued and pinned to the ground. Although they were not seriously injured, they looked extremely disheveled.

(End of this chapter)