Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Thinking of Millie Aldette's laziness, Ye Shanming suddenly felt a little uneasy, but Millie Aldette was his second friend in this world, and he was looking forward to the reunion with his old friend.

Recalling that Millialde had once told him the location of the elf village, Ye Shanming set out on his journey again after ten years.

Along the way, he continued to take on some small, time-saving commissions to get paid, and came to the Rant area. The village where he had repaired the roof had been abandoned, and the village chief who had once told him about Milliarde's passing had turned into a bare tomb, lying quietly on the land where he had lived all his life.

After carefully cleaning the overgrown grave, Ye Shanming picked a bunch of white unknown wild flowers, placed them in front of the village chief's grave, and continued on his way.

The guard at the door was the same one from that year, but he was no longer young and had slight wrinkles on his face. After paying the entrance fee, Ye Shanming entered the town smoothly.

The town was still as bustling as ever, with adventurers carrying greatswords and axes weaving through the main street. The tavern where Milliarde had first met was still open, but the sign was much more worn.

Ye Shanming suddenly became interested and ordered a glass of beer that he had not finished that year. He took another sip, frowned, and still couldn't finish it. He put down the glass, threw down a few copper coins, and turned to leave.

After leaving the Lant area, Ye Shanming continued on his way and encountered a gorgeous flower field on the way. Various unknown wild flowers were in full bloom, butterflies were flying, and the fragrance was carried away by the breeze. After he carefully identified the terrain, he suddenly remembered, isn’t this the place where he met the demon child?

The big pit where the victims were once buried has now become a beautiful flower field. The changes brought about by time along the way have made him understand Millie Aldea's feelings a little.

"This place seems to be not far from the remains of the Emperor's Wine. I wonder if anyone has discovered the surprise left in the wine cellar. How about going and taking a look?"

He did it as soon as he thought of it. Ye Shanming spent some time to find the wine cellar. He went in to check it out and found that his arrangement was still intact, but it was a little old after ten years. Ye Shanming added a layer of protective barrier on it and then left with peace of mind.

After seeing the ruins, he felt a little bored and traveled at full speed for the rest of the journey. It took him two months to finally arrive at the village of elves.

The elf village is located in an unknown mountain forest, quite remote. No wonder no one in the outside world knows where the elves live for so many years. If Milliarde had not told him the specific location, he would not be able to find it.

A dozen wooden houses are scattered in the woods, and a small stream runs through the village, casting a broken silver light under the moonlight.

Under a big tree at the entrance of the village, a silver-haired girl hugged her knees and looked at the night sky. The full moon was reflected in her green eyes. She was wearing a white dress, and the most eye-catching thing was her pair of long pointed ears.

"Excuse me, is Millie Alde in the village?"

Ye Shanming walked towards the elf girl and asked politely. He secretly sighed in his heart, as expected of an elf, the girl in front of him possessed a terrifying amount of magic power, even higher than Milliarde's magic power.

The elf girl nodded, without asking Ye Shanming anything, she stood up from the ground and shouted:

"Milliarde, a human is looking for you."

"Hi, hi, hi, here I come."

Ten years later, Milliarde's appearance had not changed, she still looked like she was thirteen or fourteen years old, her clothes were covered with mud, she jogged along, hugged the elf girl and touched the latter's head.

"Flillian, who's looking for me?"

"It's me. I'm here for the appointment."

Ye Shanming took the initiative to speak. When Millialde saw him, her eyes lit up. She let go of Fulilian who was struggling, and stood on tiptoe to pat his shoulder.

"Amin, I haven't seen you for a few days."

Ten years, for an elf, is only this level at best. Ye Shanming smiled and nodded, just like before, without any unfamiliarity.

"Is the Emperor's wine you've been waiting for ready?"

Hearing Ye Shanming's question, Millie Aldea showed a proud look: "It's brewed. We can open the cellar in another week."

"Then I'll wait another week."

Ye Shanming suddenly felt a little excited about the Emperor's wine. Since it could make Millie Alde so interested in it and was a wine dedicated to the Emperor of the Unified Empire, it must taste very good.

"Come on, I'll take you into the village. Although everyone here isn't very good at expressing their feelings, they're all very good elves."

Millie Alde pulled Ye Shanming towards the village, and also took Fulilian, who was sitting under a tree looking at the moon.

"Flillian, you come too."

"You are so annoying, Milliarde."

Fulilian complained and was dragged forward by Millialde, but she did not struggle.

"Come to think of it, you don't seem to have aged at all. Other humans would age a lot in ten years."

"Really? Maybe it's because I'm young and have a baby face. Don't you see there are people in their forties or fifties who still look like they're about twenty?"

In response to Millie Alde's question, Ye Shanming made up an excuse to fool her. It was not because he did not trust her, but it was very troublesome to explain the truth. It would be better to leave it to his future self to worry about it. He should believe in his future wisdom.

"Let's just leave it at that."

Millialde did not dwell on such trivial matters. She dragged Fulilian with one hand and took Ye Shanming to knock on doors from house to house, introducing him to the villagers of the Elf Village.

To Ye Shanming's surprise, there were only less than twenty elves in the entire elf village, so few that it could hardly be called a village.

"Why are there so few elves?"

He couldn't help but ask Miliarde, and Fulilian, who had been dragged along, explained his doubts:

"Because elves have weak emotions and no desire to reproduce, over time, these are all that remain. Of course, Milliarde is an outlier and very annoying."

"Flillian, you're going too far."

Millialde was somewhat dissatisfied with Fulilian's evaluation of her, so she let go of her hand and looked at Ye Shanming:

"There are many empty houses in the village now. You can just find one to live in."

Chapter 9: Elves' Dust.

"That's what I said, but can this empty house be lived in?"

Ye Shanming pulled Millie Alde into an empty wooden house. The walls and corners were covered with mildew, and most of the roof beams had rotted away. Moonlight poured in through the holes. He lightly hammered on the wall, and the whole house began to shake and become shaky.

In this situation, Ye Shanming didn't even dare to carry out repairs, for fear that the house would collapse accidentally.

"This shouldn't be the case. The owner of this house left not long ago, how could it be in such a state of disrepair?"

Milliarde tilted her head and pushed the wall in disbelief. The already old wooden house could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed into ruins in front of her dumbfounded eyes.

"How long do you mean by a short time?"

Ye Shanming grabbed her face and twisted it until it was deformed. Miliarde recalled it carefully and replied incoherently:

"About forty or fifty years ago."

"I knew it."

"Then what are you going to do? Are the other houses still usable?"

Ye Shanming shook his head and released his hand: "I've looked around. This house is the best preserved one. I'd better make do in the wild."

"no,"

Millie Aldea grabbed Ye Shanming's sleeve and said, "If word gets out that my friend is forced to live outdoors, my reputation in the village will be ruined!"

Ye Shanming glanced at her sideways, his meaning was self-evident, you don’t think you have such a thing as reputation, do you?

"Hey, I have an idea, come with me."

Millie Alde suddenly had an idea and pulled Ye Shanming towards a wooden house. She kicked the door open, which made the owner unhappy.

"Miliarde, what are you going to do now?"

Although there wasn't much emotion in his words, the displeasure was clearly visible in his green eyes.

"Flillian, do me a favor!"

Miliarde pushed Ye Shanming forward and hid behind him. "Can you let Amin stay with you for a week? All the houses in the village are uninhabitable. You know the situation where I live. There's no room for another person."

Fulilian was wearing a white nightgown and had messy hair. It was obvious that she had been sleeping before. After simply replying "It's up to you", she turned her head and lay down, ignoring her.

"It's done."

Millialde raised her eyebrows at Ye Shanming, walked out of the room happily, and left Ye Shanming alone in Fulilian's house.

"She's in a good mood today. She's usually quieter."

Fulilian, who was already lying down, suddenly spoke. She was not asleep. Ye Shanming reached out and touched the floor. His fingertips were already covered with a layer of black ash.

"Maybe it's because a friend is coming."

Ye Shanming brushed off the dust on his hands and prepared to use magic to clean the room. There was only one bed in Fulilian's house, so he could only sleep on the floor for a few nights.

"Friends?... I don't understand."

Ye Shanming mobilized his magic power and constructed a magic formula to create magic. A breeze suddenly arose in the room and blew to every corner. Whether it was mold, dust or old dirt, it was all picked up by the breeze and formed into a black ball, which he controlled and threw out the door.

The furnishings in the room did not change at all due to the magic, but only became as bright and clean as new. There was even a faint fragrance emanating from the wooden house. Fulilian could not help but sit up from the bed, curiosity showing on her face.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"This magic to clean the room was developed by my senior sister and I."

Ye Shanming answered concisely and clearly, lay down with his clothes on, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

"Can you teach me?"

"Tomorrow."

After a brief conversation, he fell asleep. When he woke up again, it was already the next morning. The sunlight shone through the window on his face, which was a bit dazzling.

"What is so heavy?"

Before he opened his eyes, he felt a heavy object on his stomach. He sat up and saw that Fulilian, who was sleeping soundly in bed last night, now had her upper body lying on his stomach in an extremely indecent sleeping posture.

The straps of her nightgown were half hanging on her shoulders and could fall off at any time. The hem of the skirt was rubbed above her waist due to her restless sleeping posture, exposing her white thighs and the pure white underwear to the air.

Ye Shanming looked at Fulilian expressionlessly. Whose child has such a bad sleeping posture?

"Flillian, wake up."

He pushed Fulilian's head hard, trying to wake her up, but there was no response. If it weren't for the rise and fall of her barren chest, he would have suspected that the elf had died.

"never mind."

After many unsuccessful attempts, Ye Shanming decisively gave up and pulled his body away from Fulilian's head. Fulilian's head lost its support and fell directly from the bed. Her head made close contact with the floor, making a dull sound. Just listening to it made her feel pain.

Even so, Fulilian just turned over and continued to sleep on the floor.

"In a sense, it's really amazing."

With a sigh, the already numerous elf stereotypes in his mind were added to another one. He bent down and carried Fulilian back to the bed. He went out and prepared to find a place nearby to start his morning exercise.

While doing morning exercises, he walked around the village and did not see Millialde in the village. After asking other elves, Ye Shanming learned that she had gone to the wine cellar early in the morning.

With nothing to do, he simply went to chat with the elves in the village. Each elf had lived for quite a long time and could be said to be a walking treasure trove of knowledge.

As Millialde said, although elves have weaker emotions than humans and have unique quirks, they are essentially a group of gentle and kind people.

However, according to Ye Shanming's observation, there are very few elves among this group who possess magic power, and in terms of combat power, they are no different from ordinary humans.

It was not until dusk that all the elves dispersed and Ye Shanming returned to Fulilian's wooden house. To his surprise, Fulilian was still sleeping in bed, breathing steadily, with no signs of waking up.

"Isn't it a curse?"

Ye Shanming frowned. It was not normal to sleep for such a long time. He put his index finger on Fulilian's forehead and carefully checked her condition. He finally concluded that there was no abnormal magic.

"That's not right."

Ye Shanming touched his chin and fell into deep thought: "No one else in the village has experienced this. Could it be a curse that can only be triggered when certain conditions are met?"

"Let's wait for Millie Alde to come back and have her come and see."

"What are you looking at?"

Millie Alde's voice sounded behind Ye Shanming. Her clothes were covered with mud, and she had obviously just returned from the wine cellar.

"Look at Fulilian. She hasn't woken up in a whole day. I suspect she's been cursed."

After hearing what Ye Shanming said, Millialde didn't show any worry at all. Instead, she felt amused and waved her hand:

"That's normal. Fulilian often sleeps for days at a time. If you don't believe me, just wait until I wake her up."

Ye Shanming stepped aside, intending to watch carefully how Millialde woke up Fulilian.

She grabbed Fulilian's ankle with her right hand and dragged her out the door. Her white nightgown touched the ground closely. She walked all the way to the stream that ran through the elf village and threw Fulilian into the stream.

Fulilian, who was still sleeping soundly, moved her eyelids under the stimulation of the stream water, opened her eyes, looked at the surrounding environment, and instantly understood and locked onto the culprit.

Chapter 10 Good things should be shared (big shoo.

"See, I was right."

Milliarde didn't notice Fulilian's gaze yet, and she bumped Ye Shanming's chest with her elbow, her face full of pride.

A beam of magic passed by her cheek, creating a small dent in the ground. The expression on her face froze instantly, and she turned to look at Fulilian.

"Miliarde, you're going too far."