Deep in the dense forest outside of Barum. The black hellfire rushed wildly, streaking across the sky with a halo that would burn the eyes, and destroying everything around it with the explosion of magic power. Luke gasped and dodged the powerful magic that came from the sky like a divine punishment. He waved the rosewood staff in his hand. The ground cracked with his movements, and the soil surged to form a huge puppet, punching Fulilian in the air. The high-density magic shield blocked the attack, followed by a thick magic beam. The huge puppet collapsed in this blow. After getting rid of the eye-catching enemy, Fulilian backhanded to block the incoming flaming arrow. The purple thunder gathered from the top of the staff and finally hit Luke who rushed forward. At the same time, the sword tip also hit Fulilian's heart. ... The battle was over, and Fulilian and Luke walked side by side on the way back to the mansion. "You are already an excellent magician in terms of total magic power, control, proficiency in attack magic, and grasp of the battle situation." Facing a fellow tribesman who could fight with her to such an extent at such a young age, Fulilian simply praised him. Luke shook his head, "A magician will be very vulnerable if he is close to me. I just have the advantage of tempering my body at the same time."
Elves are not only good at magic, but also have the potential in physical fitness. In the original book, there is an elf monk who lived from ancient times to the Xinshi era. There are bronze statues of that monk in some areas, which shows that he is powerful and has done great deeds. In terms of the level of magician, he is far inferior to Fulilian. As long as the two sides keep a distance, Fulilian will definitely win. In contrast, he will win in close combat. "Compared to the demons, what do you think I am now?" "It's hard to say. The gap between the elite demons and the great demons is quite large. It's not just the Seven Collapse Sages, the Corrupted Sage, and the omniscient Hulahart. Every great demon has extraordinary means. Some great demons are worthy of the title of Seven Collapse Sages." Flillian recalled her battle with the demons and glanced at Luke. "You are currently in between the two. The gap between the two is not small." Luke frowned slightly. "During this period, I feel that the speed of strength growth has slowed down, and it is getting slower and slower." "Strength growth is not a straight line. The stronger you are, the slower the improvement. Having this feeling means that you are entering a new field." Fulillian calmly comforted. "Don't worry, you are still young and have plenty of time." "Yeah." Luke put aside the discomfort of his strength entering a stable period and changed the subject: "The debugging of the flying magic is almost finished. It can be used in actual combat initially. After some optimization, it will be completed." This is the conclusion drawn from actual combat training. He was a little emotional. Developing a new magic is much more difficult than he imagined. Often when one problem is solved, several new problems will emerge. It is not easy to get to where we are today, but the gains are also great. "After being put into the battlefield, the front-line magicians will be guaranteed whether they are infiltration, reconnaissance, or air combat. You have made history, Fulilian." Fulilian said casually: "We completed it together. You can declare that the author is you." Practical magic such as flying magic will definitely be a must-learn magic for every magician in the future. As the founder, whether it is handed over to the newly formed magic association or tribute to the central countries, you can get a lot of wealth and fame. "The proportion of the work I completed is not large. You are the main creator." Lu Ke answered seriously. "I just don't want to be famous. Although I will be forgotten by humans in a few decades, that period is also very painful." Flillian looked strange: "And now you should need this magic more than me, after all, you need to send a betrothal gift to the Gerry family." "Then divide it according to the proportion of completed magic, you get 80 and I get 20."
"Fifty-fifty is fine, and the extra part is my gift to you." Her face wrinkled, and she couldn't help but add: "You may be the first elf to get married in the entire elf history." Because they are not very sensitive to time and emotions, the elves' mental growth is relatively slow, and they will waste a lot of time on some meaningless things in the long years. In the eyes of elves, elves under a hundred years old may be similar to children of a few years old. Except for normal physical development, their mental state cannot be equated with adult humans. "I think, to some extent, Trela is committing a crime." Luke: ... Hearing Fulillian's words, he felt uncomfortable as if he was caught by his parents for early love. "Not really. If I were a human, my mental age would be at least 22 years old." "How did you get this data?" Flyllian asked curiously. Luke thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say." If you insist, it must have been created by a dump truck. It was dusk when they returned to the mansion. Under the setting sun that gradually turned red, Trela was waiting in front of the gate. When she saw Luke coming back, she went to take Luke's coat, and straightened the lapels, collar and hair that were messed up in the battle, acting particularly virtuous. "You're back, dear." Her voice was sweet and soft, with a flavor that could make people sick. "Yeah." Facing his demonic lover, Luke just nodded calmly, "Is there anything wrong at home?" "Ms. Luo Yin's old coughing problem came back, but she is fine after asking the monks to come and treat her." Terela half leaned against Luke's strong chest with a happy look on her face, "Have you missed me after being out for so long?" "I was just out for a few hours." "But I miss you so much when I can't see you for a while..." Fulilian: "..." Fulilian: "I'm going back to read. See you tomorrow." This kind of scene and conversation made Fulilian unbearable, not because she was being bullied, but because she always subconsciously equated the beautiful aristocratic girl with a pedophile and abductor. Facing Florian's retreating back, Terela retracted her pretentious gesture, put her index finger under her eyelids, stuck out her tongue, and made a face. "Don't you like Florian?" Luke watched all this silently and asked in a calm tone. "She and you are both elves and can do magic. You two have similar interests and hobbies, and you have stayed together longer than me." Terela pouted dissatisfied, "What if you two fall in love for a long time? ?” "No, the image of Fulian in my heart is in a quantum superposition state of elder and daughter. When magic is involved, it is the elder, and most of the time, it is the daughter."
Luke explained sternly, "And I already have you." The last sentence obviously hit Terela's heart, and water appeared in her eyes, but after a while, she seemed to remember something again, and looked at Luke with a strange look. "I remember that the last time you read Amir Campbell's letter, you seemed to be talking about a son." "Frog son." Luke smiled slightly, "There is a kind of frog in our hometown that often travels and sends weird things back to his parents, just like Amir." "I've never heard of this kind of strange frog existing in the world?" Terela looked at Luke suspiciously, "Do you like to be called daddy?" "There is no such thing." "dad." Luke rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "Don't call me that." "You are too serious sometimes. Did your mother raise you to be like this?" Terela poked Luke's cheek, then took his arm and walked into his room arrogantly amid the envious, jealous, or resentful eyes of many maids. "No, Lenis basically doesn't care about me, and she is too casual and relaxed. I refuse to be such a person from the bottom of my heart." Luke walked to the desk, opened a magic book, and read it carefully, "When you have an unreliable mother, you have to make yourself more reliable. This is probably how my character changed." "Don't you hate Mother a little bit?" Luke paused while flipping through the book, recalling Lenise's back when she left, and replied calmly: "I don't hate it." "That means you like it. Well... I would be happy if you were willing to be less serious for me." As Terela said, she placed a candle on Luke's desk to ensure that there was enough light to avoid hurting the eyes. Then she started to clean up the magic books and magic devices that were randomly placed in the room, prepared the clothes that Luke would wear the next day, and watered several pots of purple flowers by the window. Luke's room is a very ordinary guest room. He has lived here since he was a child. Although Ms. Luo Yin gradually came to regard Luke as her own child and offered to change him to a better room, he was still used to it. Lu Ke refused. Trela's invasion involved all aspects. The day after she devoured the elves and wiped them clean, she moved into Luke's room with her large and small bags, despite Ms. Luo Yin's disapproving eyes and the gossips of the maids. "Life should be more interesting." Tellela said so and updated the room. Change the bed to something softer and more comfortable, place a few ornamental plants on the window sill, and make many beautiful trinkets to embellish the room, bringing life to the old and poor guest room. In addition, she happily bought a lot of clothes for Luke and played dress-up games with the elf who had an excellent figure and face. In these innocuous things, Luke obeyed and cooperated with his lover's interests. Folding the page as a mark, Luke rubbed his sore eyes and stood up, intending to move his stiff body. As soon as he stood up, he felt a heat on his back and a pair of arms hugged him. The soft and warm body pressed against the elf's strong and well-trained body. "It's time to rest." Terela's trembling and shy voice sounded, urging her lover to perform today's labor activities. Luke looked at the magic book he was about to finish and hesitated for a moment, "How about you go to bed first?"
"What's more important, the magic book or me?" Luke stopped talking and allowed Traila to lead him to the bed, caressing the other person's fluttering eyelashes, and kissed the noble lady's soft and delicate lips. … Plop—— A loud noise rang out in the silent night, and the guard on duty came looking for the sound. Thinking that there was a noble lady living inside, he hesitated for a moment and chose to knock on the door dutifully. "Master Lu Ke, what happened inside? Do you need help?" After a while, Luke's voice sounded hoarse than usual, "It's okay. I had a small accident while doing a magic experiment. You can go back." "yes." After the guards left, Luke breathed a sigh of relief and knocked Teila's head gently. "I told you not to call me that." Terela's water-blue eyes flickered in the darkness, and she let out an inaudible light laugh.