Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

"Well done, Golden Country Mahat."

Chapter 13: Weiizer's Sealing Barrier.

"Did the magic that turned everything into gold rebound?"

Mahat of the Golden City finally spoke and looked at the elf in front of him cautiously. If he had activated the golden transformation with a little more power, it would not be just his right hand that was hit hard.

"What did you do? With human technology, it's impossible to decipher the underlying principles."

Celia looked relaxed as she walked barefoot towards Mahat, as if she was just taking a stroll in the courtyard, in stark contrast to Mahat's expression which was a mixture of caution and nervousness.

"Curse Countermagic, the culmination of human magic from the mythical era. It automatically reflects back all curses without requiring understanding of the underlying principles."

She explained her doubts to Mahat, a hint of displeasure flashing across her face: "Although I don't really like this kind of magic, you've gone a little too far."

"How's it going, Mahat?"

Sollitir sat on the greatsword, still wearing that disguised gentle smile on her face: "I told you not to underestimate human potential and magic."

"As a cowardly demon, I just want to live forever, so can you accept my surrender? I can accept any terms."

Solitaire once again offered to surrender, and just as Ye Shanming was about to speak, Celie agreed:

"Okay, I agree to your surrender."

Upon hearing this, Solitaire's smile became much more genuine. She controlled the giant sword to fly behind Celie, landed lightly on the ground, and no longer moved.

"As for you, Mahat,"

Celia's gaze fell on Mahat, and she smiled a slightly crazy smile: "Remove Wei Ze's gold transformation, or die here."

Mahat remained silent. Seeing this, Celie also put away her smile, only a hint of sarcasm hung on the corner of her mouth: "Is that so? Because humans and gold are not equal, and you don't understand humans, so you can't do it?"

"You possess such advanced magical skills, yet you can't imagine restoring a human form. It seems you are truly a monster."

As if Celia had touched a sore spot, Mahat suddenly jumped up, took off the big banner behind him, and swung it, turning it into a golden blade, stabbing straight into Celia's chest.

The collision of metal and iron sent sparks flying.

The long sword in Ye Shanming's hand broke into two pieces and turned into magic particles and dissipated. He raised his left hand, and an irresistible repulsive force fell on Mahat's body, pushing him away directly.

There was a faint magical light flowing in his eyes. Mahat's body was trapped in a light blue cube and he could not break through the restraining magic released by Ye Shanming for a while.

Celia raised her hands, and a small black hole appeared in her hands, emitting a terrifying suction force. She was about to end Mahat's life, but the sudden appearance of a figure stopped her subsequent actions.

"Lyrne, I told you to stay where you are."

Faced with the displeasure in Celia's words, the first-level magician Lyon had long been accustomed to it and explained:

"Teacher, if you and the branch chief kill Mahat, the magic of turning everything into gold will be lost forever, and we will never be able to restore Wei Ze to its original state."

"What do you think? The golden area is still expanding. If we don't kill him, one day the entire northern plateau will be turned into gold."

Celia turned her head to look at Ye Shanming, asking for his opinion. On the other side, Mahat was already trying to break free from the restraining magic, and dense cracks appeared on the light blue cube.

"Let's set up a barrier to isolate this place first. We'll find a way eventually."

"it is good."

Celia agreed directly to Ye Shanming's idea.

Lyon continued to use restraint magic to stop Mahat's actions, while Ye Shanming and Celiai set up a barrier together.

Unlike ordinary barriers, the barrier set up by Ye Shanming is mainly aimed at preventing the Mahat inside from escaping. In order to isolate the expansion of gold, he also added some space transfer magic to isolate the space inside the barrier, forming a large alien space.

Finally, Celia added another layer of physical barrier on his basis, and added cognitive interference to prevent uninformed people from accidentally entering it.

When Mahat broke free from the restraining magic, the entire Weiize had been isolated by the barrier. He looked up, walked slowly to the fountain and sat down, wondering what he was thinking about.

Mahat in the Golden Country caused such a big commotion that the Continental Magic Association, which was responsible for managing the magicians, also began to operate at full capacity. While notifying the Northern Empire, it also arranged for first-level magicians to supervise the barrier every year to prevent Mahat from escaping.

However, Mahat did not seem to have such thoughts. Instead, he lived a peaceful and stable life in the barrier.

After Solitaire's surrender was accepted by Celie, she did not play any tricks. She followed Celie at ease, as if she had become her maid.

With Celia under his watch, Ye Shanming felt relieved. Solitaire was also quite tactful and did not appear in front of uninformed humans.

"boom!"

At the headquarters of the Continental Magic Association branch, a figure flew out and slammed heavily into the wall, causing half of the magnificent hall to collapse instantly.

"My good disciple, I didn't hear clearly what you just said, teacher."

Celia slowly walked down from the chair, stood at the edge of the pit, and looked at Ye Shanming lying on the ground with a threatening smile on her face.

"Wouldn't it be the same if I stayed here and watched something as boring as the Half-Century Meteor Shower?"

The magicians around removed their defensive magic, didn't even look at it, and continued to do their own things. After all, this kind of movement happened every few years, and they were already used to it.

Only a few new magicians looked puzzled and stopped the old masters to ask:

"Why would someone start a fight in the branch hall? Don't we need to stop them?"

"This is the way two adults get along. You'll get used to it after staying here for a while."

After saying that, he pulled the newcomer out of the hall to save some face for his branch chief.

Ye Shanming sat up from the pit, cleaned off the dust on his body, and glanced at Celia:

"I think it's more interesting to watch it with Fulilian."

"So she's still alive."

Hearing this familiar name suddenly, Celie was startled, and then disgust appeared on her face. She waved her hand impatiently:

"Then go watch it with her, and don't tell her I'm here."

"Renovate the hall before you leave, and this time change the decor."

In the capital of the Central Kingdom, Ye Shanming followed the crowds walking down the street. Although he had asked about the location of Xinmeier's house before they parted ways, the street layout had changed so much in the past fifty years that he couldn't recognize it at all. So, as expected, he—

be lost.

"It's a bit troublesome."

He didn't expect that the first difficulty in reuniting with his old friend was that he couldn't find his friend's home. Even if he asked passers-by, he only got a shake of the head.

"Should we go to the church to look for Haita? He's already the bishop of the Holy City. Even if he comes to the Royal Capital, he should be staying in the church."

"Ye Shanming."

Just as he was thinking about whether he should go find Haita first and ask him to take him to Xinmei's house, a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Looking back, he saw an old man standing there with a cane. His smooth head reflected the sunlight. Although his face was old, he could still recognize him because of the teardrop mole on the left corner of his eye.

"Sinmel?"

Chapter 14: Sinmel's Funeral.

"Although people tend to shrink as they age, you've shrunk too much. You're even shorter than Fulilian."

At Xinmei's home, after pouring a cup of hot tea for Ye Shanming, he curled up in the recliner, while the fireplace burned quietly, providing warmth to the room.

"You're going too far."

After hearing Ye Shanming's words, Xin Meier was not angry, but just answered with a smile, his eyes sweeping over his right hand, with a little disappointment.

"Aren't you wearing the ring that Fulilian gave you?"

"Put it away. I don't like wearing these things."

Ye Shanming took a sip of tea and followed his example, curling up in the recliner and feeling the heat from the fireplace. He suddenly understood why the elderly liked this and relaxed, quietly enjoying the moment.

"You two are really."

Xinmeier smiled helplessly. It seemed that his and Haita's expectations were dashed, and he could only entrust the important task to Aize.

"Speaking of which, you and Fulilian are really going too far. In fifty years, you haven't even visited your old friend once."

"I can't help it. I'm quite busy."

Ye Shanming's body swayed along with the recliner. Unconsciously, he began to feel sleepy. He forced himself to wake up and looked around the room, feeling a little curious:

"But after all these years, are you still single?"

"How can it be."

Upon hearing this, Xinmei laughed, stood up from his chair, and took a photo frame from the table with his crutches and handed it to him.

"This is my wife. How about her? She's very pretty, isn't she? But she passed away two years ago."

Although he was talking about sad things, he showed a relieved smile on his face: "If I hadn't been thinking about the agreement with you, I would have gone to see the goddess long ago."

Ye Shanming took the photo, looked at it for a moment, nodded in agreement with Xin Meier's words, and then saw a little boy in the photo who looked very similar to him, and couldn't help asking:

"Is this your son?"

"Yes, but he's gone to be an adventurer. He settled down in the southern countries a while ago. If you have the chance in the future, please help me look after him."

"no problem."

Ye Shanming nodded in agreement. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The smile on Xin Mei'er's face became even more intense, and he slowly went to open the door.

"Sinmel, we are here."

Haita's voice sounded, and Ye Shanming turned his head and saw that time had also left its mark on this alcoholic monk. Perhaps because he was already the bishop of the Holy City, his appearance had become more majestic than before, but his figure had not shrunk as severely as Xinmeier's.

As expected, Xinmei is in this state, he must have suffered some kind of curse.

Behind Haita's old but still tall body, Fulilian and Aize also greeted Xinmei.

"It's been a while, Sinmel."

Fulilian followed him into the room and saw Ye Shanming lying on the chair at first sight. He had also heard Fulilian's greeting and couldn't help but teasing her with a smile:

"When you say 'some time', do you mean you haven't come to visit me in fifty years? Xin Meier was just complaining to me that you were being too much."

"How dare he say that, even though he hasn't been here in fifty years."

Haita said quietly, and Aize nodded in agreement.

“Because it’s been quite busy lately.”

Fulilian said the same thing as Ye Shanming, leaned over the chair, and touched his head:

"You finally look a bit old now. How is your health? How long can you live?"

"I won't die yet."

Touched by Fulilian's blunt words, Ye Shanming stood up from the recliner in annoyance. What was wrong with this stupid elf? Even if he believed the lie about being sealed, he was at least 130 years old, right? How could he not notice that something was wrong?

The group met again after fifty years and chatted for a while, recalling the original adventure. Although it was only ten years, it left a very deep impression in their hearts. Xinmei smiled very happily.

After Fulilian retrieved the Dark Dragon Horn stored here in Xinmeier, everyone followed her to the place she said had an excellent view to watch the Half Century Meteor Shower.

"Flillian, there are still a few days until the Half-Century Meteor Shower. Should we set off now?"

At the gate of the royal capital, Fulilian, carrying a suitcase, answered Haita's question:

"It'll take about a week to get there, so we should be able to make it."

"So far? This is elder abuse."

Although he said this, Haita still followed Fulilian very obediently.

Perhaps influenced by Ye Shanming's lies and performance, Fulilian instinctively thought that even an old man could fight vigorously and did not think there was anything wrong.

Along the way, they traveled through mountains and rivers, and all the monsters and beasts they encountered were dealt with by Ye Shanming and Aize. Finally, a week later, they arrived at the place Fulilian mentioned.

Above the emerald green grassland, a large blue lake comes into view, reflecting the night sky like a mirror. A meteor falls from the night sky with a long, brilliant tail.

As if it was a signal, more meteors followed suit, streaking across the night sky and falling into the eyes of everyone. No one spoke, just watching the scene quietly.

"Thank you for allowing me to experience such a pleasant adventure at the end of my life."

A week after the half-century meteor shower ended, and on the second day after returning to the royal capital, the brave Sinmel passed away.

In the church, Xinmeier's funeral was being held. He lay quietly among the wreaths with a smile on his face. People who heard the news came spontaneously to bid farewell to this brave man who ended the war with the demons.

Ye Shanming also changed into white clothes and stood with Haita Aize and others, watching his friend's funeral silently.

clang!

The bell rang again, but fifty years ago it was to welcome the brave warriors back from triumph, and now it was to bid farewell to the brave warriors.