Winter has arrived, and the land is covered with white snow. In the mountains of the Kula region of the northern countries, two cloaked figures walked through the snow. The biting cold and the sparsely populated area made traveling a very dangerous thing, but the two people's movements were neither hurried nor slow, as if they were taking an afternoon walk. They did not talk, and did not communicate throughout the whole process. They just quietly walked aimlessly on the snow until the heavy snow stopped and the sun rose. "It seems that I have been to this place just now." Looking at the footprints in front of the snow that had not been covered by the new snow, one of them stopped. "Yes, you have circled three times." "Don't you remind me?" The other person was silent for a moment and raised his head slightly. The horns symbolizing the demon clan drew an arc in the air with his movements, and there was no expression on his outstanding face. "According to my understanding, the elves' memory should be able to remember everything they see."
"Having a photographic memory does not mean having a strong sense of direction, especially in a place like this where everything is white." The person who spoke first took off his hood, revealing his long black hair and fair skin. His brown eyes were clear and bright, and his handsome face and pointed ears indicated his identity as an elf. "I agree to let you follow me so that I can use it when I need it. I have a sense of being a tool, Shulahat." Shulahat obediently walked to the front to lead the way, saying in a flat tone, "You can use the future vision yourself." "If you use that kind of thing too much, your feelings will become more and more indifferent. Only you demons can use it at will." Since Lu Ke started traveling around the continent, he rarely used the future vision. That kind of magic can make people close to the perspective of God. Although it is powerful, it is also terrifying. As for Shulahat, he followed Lu Ke not long after he set out. Although he did consider killing him directly at the beginning, he would definitely be ready to escape if the omniscient one dared to appear. Furthermore, killing him might be part of his plan, so Luke simply ignored this follower and only had a brief exchange when necessary. Following the navigation, the unchanging snow scene gradually faded, and the traces of roads and humans gradually increased until the edge of the barrier, where Shulahat stopped and disappeared. Looking at the familiar barrier, Luke showed a touch of nostalgia. The last time he came here was more than 30 years ago. I wonder if that old friend is dead. … In the wars of the countries a few years ago, the war swept the entire continent. The villages in the Kula region were one of the few places that were not affected by the war. The guardian of the village, the dwarf called Grandpa For, is powerful and has protected this place for more than a hundred years. The powerful power and the barrier set up by an unknown magician have gradually transformed this place into a paradise. The dwarf stationed at the entrance of the village closed his eyes tightly. The frail old man looked very confusing, but as long as he had malicious intentions, he would be fatally hit by the powerful dwarf warrior. "Long time no see, For." The dwarf's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked in confusion: "Who are you?" "You're using this trick on me?" Swish—— The kick came so fast that it was hard to see, but was avoided by the elf who was well prepared.
After the attack failed, the dwarf raised his heavy sword and chopped it at Luke's head with a thunderous force. At the same time, he kicked the elf's crotch. Kacha—— The scale-like defensive magic appeared, blocking the dwarf's attack in a flash. Although it made a cracking sound, it still dutifully protected the safety of its master. Several magic circles have surrounded For, and the attack magic compressed to the limit revealed a dangerous light. After a few seconds of stalemate, For put away his weapon, "You haven't retreated at all, Luke. If it was any other magician, he would have been defeated so close to me." "After all, the potential of the elves in the body should not be underestimated." Luke lifted the magic, with a bit of indescribable helplessness in his eyes. "I'm not discriminating your fighting style, but can you please not use it on me?" "Fighting requires efficiency. The head, throat, eyes, heart, and crotch are all weak points. Do you expect the enemy not to attack these places?" "Even if you don't think I'm a friend, you shouldn't think of me as an enemy." "You are a friend." Fol put down the sword in his hand and returned to his original position, recovering his fragile appearance, and said: "But friends now may not become enemies in the future. It is the right idea to always prepare various countermeasures." Hearing this, Lu Ke lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and nodded in agreement. "You are right. Have you thought of countermeasures against me?" The stubborn dwarf was silent for a moment and changed the subject. "It shouldn't be the time for you to come back now. Why did you come here suddenly?" He knew that Lu Ke would pass through here and return to the Central Kingdoms once every fifty years, but it was not the time yet, and it would probably take another twenty years. "I want to check something that I'm a little concerned about, and I came to see you by the way." Luke glanced at the dwarf who was already very old, and sighed secretly. There are also differences between immortal species. The average lifespan of dwarves is only 300 years. For has exceeded this number, and it is a case of living one more day is earning one more day. But seeing that he attacked me with a sharp sword, he can still withstand it for a long time. "I feel relieved to see that you are still so energetic." Fol closed his eyes, "It's hard to say. I haven't been feeling well lately. I may not be able to protect this place anymore." "Can you help take care of the village?" Protecting the village is a promise made by For and his wife. After his wife passed away, he has been sitting at the entrance of the village all day, day and night, rain or shine, for more than a hundred years. The two of them are both immortal species who choose humans as their partners, which is the intersection of the two and the beginning of their friendship. Lu Ke thought for a moment and shook his head to refuse, "I'm sorry, I won't stay in one place. This is your promise, not mine." Fol snorted coldly and turned his face away. "Okay, I don't want others to help me fulfill the promise."
"Promise..." Luke touched the small bottle on his neck. The people he valued all left with a smile, and did not give him a long-term promise, so after they left, he wandered around like a wandering soul without a foundation. Over the years, he has traveled almost all over the continent, climbed over mountains, crossed seas, visited the ruins of the unified empire, and descended through endless mazes, but he still hasn't found a landing point. Fortunately, he has finally done something recently... Luke's arrival has made the village more lively than usual. After all, he is the magician who set up the barrier for the village during the war, and there is also a statue of him here. The older generation in the village is very enthusiastic about this benefactor, providing free accommodation and food, and taking care of any delicious food and drinks on the table, with an attitude of special respect. The children are particularly surprised by their parents' abnormality, and they also become curious about this guest. A few brave ones approach Luke, but they are immediately pulled back and beaten by their parents, crying and screaming, and the other children are scattered. There are some exceptions. Some villagers bring their children to hang around, hesitantly asking Luke if he can teach their children magic, but Luke politely refuses. He won't stay here for long, just to meet old friends and replenish supplies. After chatting with For for two or three months, he left the village and continued his journey. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to help protect the village. If you feel that you can't find your place, there are vacant houses in the village." Facing his friend's farewell, Luke did not look back, but just waved his hand with his back to him. ... Flillian never thought that she would encounter such a thing. When she was looking for something, she saw a human cub lost in the forest. She just helped casually, but was suddenly blackmailed. Even though she pointed him in the direction, the child insisted that he didn't know the way and pitifully asked her to take him back. Looking at the blue-haired boy who was acting particularly well next to him, the great magician who had lived for more than a thousand years had a headache for a while. "What's your name?" "Xin Meier." Flillian continued to ask expressionlessly, "Where do you live?" "Barum Orphanage." Flillian was stunned for a moment, thinking about the war that even a secluded elf like her was disturbed before, and she was thoughtful. Barum... I didn't expect that she would return to Barum after all the twists and turns. Recalling the life in Campbell's mansion, the exquisite food, the warm room, the endless magic books, and ignoring the fact that she was always forced to study magic, it was a happy time. It seems that I haven't visited Luke and his family for a while, so it's a good time to visit them. Fulilian took the little boy's hand and walked towards the place in her memory.
"I'll find someone who can send you back." The little boy looked at his hand and followed with a blushing face. Ten minutes later, the two stopped in front of a mansion that was so luxurious that it was amazing. "It has become so magnificent." Fulilian was shocked, and her mind was a little confused. When was the last time she came here? She knocked on the door while thinking, and soon a housekeeper came to open the door. "Hello, Miss, what can I do for you?" "I'm looking for Ms. Royne." "There is no such person." Flillian blinked in confusion: "No, she is the mistress of the Campbell family." "There is no such person." The butler's eyes became alert, "Are you sure you know the people in the mansion?" "What about Amir?" "I haven't heard of him." The butler was about to close the door immediately. "Wait! Trela, Charles, Luke, there must be one you know!" The butler looked at Flillian as if she was a madman, "If there is a problem with your brain, you can go to the monks for treatment." Flillian only reacted at this time, "Ah... When I think about it carefully, it seems that almost two hundred years have passed." "Could everyone except Luke have died?" She was surprised and a little sad, and then found that the corner of her clothes was pulled. The blue-haired boy looked a little embarrassed, holding a few coins in his hand and handed them over. "Heal you." Flillian: "..." She is not sick, she is just not very sensitive to time. "Fulilian, are you looking for me?" A familiar voice sounded, and Fulilian looked in the direction of the voice and saw the student with a calm expression after a long absence. "Long time no see, Luke." "You look more and more like an elf."