Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Seeing that Ye Shanming agreed, Millialde breathed a sigh of relief, and a relieved expression appeared on her face as if she had gotten rid of the trouble. The whole elf returned to its lazy appearance.

"Then let's gather at the city gate in three months. I want to leave as soon as possible and don't want to waste any more time."

"Waste of time? Leave as soon as possible? Three months?"

Ye Shanming found that he couldn't quite understand what Millie Alde said.

"Yeah, three months is still too fast. Let's leave in six months."

Chapter 4: Journey with the Elves.

Millialde successfully made Ye Shanming realize that for the elves, an immortal species with a lifespan close to eternity, time is the least valuable thing. Whether it is three months or half a year, in front of the immortal species, it is just the difference between taking a rest and sleeping.

Finally, under Ye Shanming's strong request, the two finally agreed to set off in a month. Millie Alde was very dissatisfied with this, as she still wanted to explore all the taverns in the town.

Ye Shanming was very busy for the next month. Miliarde was heading to the Bia region, further north of Lant, where the danger was even greater. Furthermore, they would be exploring ruins, so he had to be fully prepared.

In addition to daily exercise, he also went to the blacksmith shop to buy a one-handed sword, as well as dry food, backpacks, tinder bags and other necessities for adventurers. For this reason, he completed commissions from nearby villages every day and collected rewards.

A month later, Ye Shanming was standing by the road at the city gate, carrying a backpack taller than himself. Time passed slowly, and he had been waiting for more than two hours. He even suspected that Millie Aldea had forgotten that today was the day of departure. When he was about to go to the hotel to find her, he saw Millie Aldea walking towards the city gate with her eyes closed, like a zombie, yawning from time to time.

"Hey, are you still asleep?"

Seeing that Millie Alde was about to walk past him, Ye Shanming reached out and pinched her little face, pulling it into a funny shape, successfully waking her from her sleepiness.

"Ha...I drank a little too much last night."

Milliarde yawned again, and a few tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes. She looked like a little girl, but her living habits were no different from those of an uncle. Ye Shanming did not compliment her on this, but led the way in front with his newly bought one-handed sword tucked into his waist.

Millie Alde still looked sleepy, following Ye Shanming closely, not paying attention to her feet at all, and would trip from time to time. Whenever this happened, Ye Shanming would always reach out and grab her collar.

"I really doubt how you survived until now."

After grabbing Milliarde's collar again, Ye Shanming sighed helplessly. The elf filter that Kraft brought to him had been completely broken by Milliarde's performance.

"It can't be helped. I've lived for so long that there are always things I don't notice."

Milliarde, hanging in mid-air, explained herself in a rather old-fashioned way: "Besides, traveling is really boring. Let's be a little considerate of the elderly."

"Cheer up for me!"

Looking at the elf girl in front of him who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, although he knew that her actual age was much older than she looked, Ye Shanming still found it difficult to treat her as an old person. He couldn't bear it any longer and knocked her on the head.

"Help……"

A gentle breeze blew by, and Ye Shanming keenly caught the faint smell of blood. A faint scream reached his ears, and he immediately drew the sword at his waist, ready for battle while also reminding Milliarde:

"Be careful, there's a fight ahead."

Faced with the emergency, Milliarde also perked up, tightly grasped the wand in her right hand, nodded at him, and the two of them remained alert and quickly rushed towards the place where the screams came from.

"Wow!"

A shrill bird cry sounded, and a large bird with green feathers circled in the air. On the ground, three carriages were gathered together, and five or six human warriors looked at the bird nervously. Behind them, a middle-aged couple with relatively gorgeous clothes hugged a boy of six or seven years old tightly, holding him in their arms.

"It's a monster!"

Although the big bird suppressed its magic power very well, Ye Shanming, who was extremely sensitive to magic, still caught the fluctuation.

The big bird circled proudly in the air, swooped down at an extremely fast speed, and turned into a green afterimage. Its huge claws grabbed the carriage, lifted the entire carriage into the air and threw it down, with wood chips flying everywhere.

"Damn it! I can't keep up with its movements!"

"Be careful, it's coming again!"

A green afterimage appeared in the air again, its sharp claws emitting a cold light, and it swept towards another carriage. Several human warriors, having been prepared, managed to attack it, but they only caused it to lose a few green feathers, and other than that, there was no other result.

"Get down here!"

A fist-sized stone came with a whistling sound and hit the big bird on the head before anyone could react. The stone broke into pieces and flew around under the huge impact. The green-feathered bird paused and its eyes became distracted for a moment.

A gorgeous magic circle unfolded out of thin air. Milliarde raised her wand with both hands and poured her magic power into it. Several chains formed by magic flew out and bound the green-feathered bird tightly in place.

Ye Shanming lightly tapped his right foot and jumped into the air. Without any hesitation, he pierced the bird's eye socket with the long sword in his right hand and destroyed its brain with a twist. He used the force of his feet to pull out the long sword and did a backflip to return to his original position. The whole process was smooth and full of beauty.

He would not have been able to do it so easily before. This was the result of special training with Kraft using a wooden stick.

"Thank you so much, both of you!"

The body of the green-feathered bird turned into ashes, proving its identity as a monster. The rescued people thanked Ye Shanming and Milliarde one after another, and occasionally glanced at the latter. It was the first time they saw a real elf.

"Gentlemen, these rewards are a token of our appreciation. Please accept them."

The middle-aged man handed over two purses respectfully. Judging from his slightly trembling hands, they were not light in weight. Millie Alde accepted them without hesitation. The little boy in the arms of the woman next to her was looking at the two of them with curiosity.

"Where are you planning to go?"

Ye Shanming put the purse into his backpack and was curious about the origins of this group of people. The middle-aged man looked bitter when he heard this and began to explain.

Ever since the appearance of the Demon King, humans have been losing ground in the war with the demons. They are planning to escape from here and seek refuge in the relatively stable southern continent in the rear.

"This little money cannot express our gratitude. Once my husband and I settle down in the south, we will definitely build statues for you and pass down your achievements for generations to come!"

Watching the carriage go away, Ye Shanming was a little dazed. Building a statue? Did that mean he had already left a trace of his existence in this world?

"what are you thinking about?"

Millialde poked his foot with her staff, waking him from his thoughts, still looking as if he didn't care about anything.

"Humans are short-lived and forgetful. After just a few decades, they'll die. Even if there's a statue, they'll forget everything about you. If you pay too much attention to it, you'll get hurt."

"Okay, let's get going and try to get to town before dark. I don't want to sleep in the wild."

Millie Aldea continued to mutter, looking like a child: "There is no wine to drink in the wild. For me, that is a complete nightmare."

Chapter 5: The recipe of Emperor’s wine.

"Father...Mother..."

"Legend has it that the demons evolved from a type of monster that could speak human language to lure humans and prey on them. They appear to speak human language and behave similarly to humans, but in reality, they are all means to kill humans."

"They themselves have no emotions, and the relationship between demons is also very cold. When a child is born, they will abandon the child and let him grow up alone."

Miliarde explained to Ye Shanming. Ye Shanming held the long sword in his hand, raised his eyebrows at her, pointed the tip of the sword at the demon opposite, and asked meaningfully:

"Are you worried that I won't be able to do it?"

What I saw before me was a tragic scene. The ground was soaked with blood, and the pungent smell of blood lingered for a long time. Human limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and their wide-open eyes were filled with fear and attachment to life.

In this sea of ​​corpses and blood, a child stood silently, his face expressionless and his eyes dead, while a pair of large curved horns on his head silently proved his identity as a demon.

"Father...Mother..."

As if curious that the two strange people in front of him did not behave as he expected, he tilted his head and shouted again.

"I'm not worried, I'm just trying to educate you about the demons."

"Then I really thank you. However, although I don't have any intention of annihilating the demons..."

Ye Shanming held the sword and slowly walked towards the demon child. The latter did not move. His instinct told him that no matter what he did in front of the human warrior, it would be futile. He just looked at the other party with his lifeless eyes.

"But I still know that killing someone means paying with one's life."

With a wave of his hand, the sword swung down, and just as Ye Shanming had said, his sword pierced the demon child's heart very accurately and quickly, nailing him to the ground. His body turned into a handful of ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Please help dig a pit and bury them all."

"It's troublesome. It won't take long if you do it yourself."

Milliarde complained, but a gorgeous magic circle appeared on the top of her staff. Amidst a violent fluctuation of magic power, a large pit was blown out on the open ground, and wisps of green smoke rose from the bottom of the pit.

"Can't you be a little quieter?!"

While collecting the corpses and body parts, Ye Shanming complained to Milliardei in a bad mood. Milliardei sat lazily on a clean stone, watching Ye Shanming busy himself.

"I can't help it. I'm just a weak and powerless magician. My best skill is the magic that makes wheat grow quickly. I don't even know the magic that makes big holes appear in the ground."

After working for a while, Ye Shanming finally buried all the bodies. Only the lingering smell of blood represented what had just happened here.

After shaking off the dirt on their bodies and putting their big bags on their backs, the two of them left here and headed towards their destination again.

"How far is it from the ruins you mentioned?"

"It's nearby. It'll probably take another hour to walk."

Millie Alde estimated and gave a specific answer. She usually didn't care about other things, but at this moment, she was inexplicably excited. She followed behind Ye Shanming, humming an unknown little tune.

Ye Shanming looked at her strangely, and finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:

"By the way, what were you looking for in that ruin? It's rare for you to be so excited."

"It's the secret recipe of Emperor's Wine, Emperor's Wine."

Millialde held the staff in her left hand and excitedly waved her right hand in the air. She took the initiative to introduce herself to Ye Shanming:

"Emperor's Wine was once the supreme wine dedicated to the emperors of the unified empire, but the recipe has been lost for a long time. I went through a lot of trouble to find the recipe for Emperor's Wine in this relic."

"You only become so energetic when you encounter something related to alcohol."

Hearing Ye Shanming's complaints, Milliarde proudly put her hands on her hips, not feeling ashamed but proud.

As the two walked, the vegetation on the ground gradually decreased and the ruins of buildings began to appear. Millie Alde carefully identified the carved patterns that had been weathered to the point of being unrecognizable. She happily hugged Ye Shanming's arm and jumped on the spot like a little girl.

"That's right! It's indeed the style of the unified imperial family over two hundred years ago! The recipe for the Emperor's wine must be here!"

"Then let's go in!"

This relic was once a dedicated winery belonging to the royal family of the Unified Empire. Despite the erosion of time, the wine cellar buried underground is still well preserved. The two spent a full week turning almost the entire relic upside down before finally discovering the recipe sealed in a box in a wine cellar.

Milliarde cast a small barrier on the formula to prevent the extremely fragile paper from weathering into slag, and then carefully placed it in her arms. Only after doing all this did she breathe a sigh of relief.

The two looked at each other, and Milliarde had a happy smile on her face. The goal of this trip was achieved. She finally found the recipe of the Emperor's Wine that she had been thinking about all the time, which made Milliarde in a very good mood.

Ye Shanming felt a little complicated. His adventure with Millie Aldea had finally come to an end. Considering his lifespan as an ordinary person, perhaps after this separation, they would never have the chance to meet again.

"Okay, the commission is completed, I should provide you with your reward."

Millialde did not forget the agreement with Ye Shanming. More than a month was just a short moment in the almost eternal life of an elf.

Ye Shanming carefully wrote down Milliarde's words and also knew where his next destination was.

"Then let us part ways. I must say, you are an excellent warrior."

Millie Alde stood on tiptoe and patted Ye Shanming's shoulder hard to encourage him. However, such words coming out of her mouth always gave people a funny feeling, which immediately diluted the sadness in Ye Shanming's heart.

"I'm going back to the village to brew the Emperor's Wine. We found the recipe together, so when it's ready, come to the Elf Village and try it."

“How long does it take to brew?”

Upon receiving the invitation, Ye Shanming's first reaction was that the elves had a completely different sense of time than ordinary people. Out of caution, he asked a question, and Millialde's answer only deepened his stereotype of elves:

"Hmm... maybe ten years. With things like this, you just have to take your time."

"As expected of an elf."

Ye Shanming felt a little powerless, but he still agreed to this invitation which took a very long time. Watching Milliarde's petite figure gradually disappear, he seemed to be affected by the elf's casual mental state. He stretched himself, sat on the corner of the collapsed wall, and quietly looked at the remains of the building that collapsed in time. Suddenly, inspiration burst out in his mind.

A moment later, Ye Shanming walked out of the wine cellar empty-handed. Thinking of his own handiwork, he couldn't help laughing. He wondered what expression someone would have if they found out a few hundred years later. However, he probably wouldn't be able to see that scene.

Chapter 6: The Great Magician of the Mythological Age.

After parting with Millialde, Ye Shanming embarked on a journey to study magic. According to the clues provided by Millialde, he headed towards the location of the great magician she recommended.

Because the time in his original world was stopped before he came to this world, he didn't know whether it was the work of the pigeon. However, this also gave him enough time to explore the path of magic and return to his original world through magic.

This journey of becoming an apprentice has already taken him a whole year. It shouldn't have taken so long, but his contact with the two elves, Kraft and Millialde, made him let go of his inner anxiety and begin to integrate into this world with the mentality of a traveler from another world.

During this journey, he rescued people from thieves, teamed up with dwarves to explore dungeons, participated in regional festivals, completed various commissions, and watched the battlefield between humans and demons.

After a year passed like this, he finally arrived at his destination and successfully met the great magician that Millialde had mentioned.

Inside the hall, a petite figure sat on a wide chair, with her left hand resting on her head. She looked at Ye Shanming standing below with great interest, with a dangerous grin on her lips.

Her long golden hair like a waterfall spread over the back of the chair, and her pointed elf ears silently revealed her race. Her feet were naked, and her white left foot was resting on her knee. Her whole body was shrouded in shadow. Ye Shanming almost thought he had seen the devil.

Ye Shanming didn't even need to deliberately perceive it. Just standing in front of the elf, the terrifying magic power that naturally overflowed from her body made Ye Shanming breathless, as if he was staring into an unfathomable abyss.

Ye Shanming had never seen anyone with such terrifying magic power. Even Kraft's magic power was inferior to hers. No introduction was needed, this terrifying magic power was the best proof.

"Celiia, the great magician who has lived from the mythical age to the present day..."

"The immortal species from the outside world still have a strong aura of gods. It's really interesting."