When the palace with its quaint charm appeared in front of him, Luke knew that he had reached the destination of his trip. Although I had peeked into it with the future vision before, seeing the real thing was still a huge shock. Even the palaces in the royal city may not be more gorgeous than this, Luke commented as he walked through the huge flower garden that could hardly be seen to the end. Generally speaking, elves are not very dependent on material conditions. They can live in a luxurious and exquisite house or a simple temporary room. They can even live happily by using magic to build a wooden house in the forest. And Seriai, the strongest person who has survived from the mythical age to the present, has shown her strength and arrogance just from her residence. She has truly experienced endless years and experienced various experiences. She is a monument in her own right. Luke pushed open the heavy door, and both sides of the road leading to the throne were lit up with magical light. Celia's petite body leaned casually on the throne, with an unimaginably huge sea of magical books behind her. He bowed slightly to the ancient elf. "Lord Celie, I am Luke, Frilian's disciple." Celie sat up slightly, acting a little nonchalantly. "Why are you calling me sir? You don't look like you like to use honorifics."
Lu Ke replied calmly: "Because I have something to ask for." "I like your honesty." Celia stood up from the throne and walked to Luke barefoot, "We should have met, not long ago." "About one hundred and forty years ago, I used future vision to look at you." Celie looked at him for a moment and showed a somewhat evil smile, "You are very strong, which I also like very much. Answer me, what is your favorite magic." Obviously, this answer will determine her attitude. Luke lowered his eyes. He knew that Celia was keen on fighting and liked to regard magic as a tool. "To me, magic is a valuable subject, whether you like it or hate it." The smile on Celie's lips widened silently, and then she heard the next sentence. "If I have to say one thing, it would be the magic of creating a meteor shower." He didn't want to lie. Anyway, with his own strength, Mu Qiang's Seria wouldn't be so annoying that he wouldn't help, and his goal would definitely be achieved. "Another ornamental magic." As expected, Celie lost most of her interest, stretched casually, and returned to the throne. "Forget it, let's talk about your demands." Luke took out the pamphlet that had been partially filled in by him and Fulian. Celie glanced at it briefly, with a more solemn expression on her face. "Qibengxian's magic is one of the very few that is not in my inventory, but theoretically it cannot be learned." "I learned it, even though it's half-finished." "Yes, you have learned magic that should not have been learned by beings other than the great demons, even though it is only a semi-finished product." Celie's brows furrowed. She tapped lightly and the pamphlet turned into fragments and fell to the ground. Then flames rose up from the fragments and slowly turned into ashes. "I'll give you a piece of advice, don't continue."
"What if I insist?" Celie: "Do you know why I didn't take action to destroy the demons?" Luke thought for a moment: "Because the magic of the demons is very interesting. If the demons become extinct, you will not be able to see or analyze new interesting magic." "The same is true for human beings. A peaceful and easy life will destroy fighting spirit, stifle imagination and motivation for progress. Only with the stimulation of demons will more excellent magicians be born." "That's right. It's obvious that the demons destroyed the Elf Village. It's obvious that I can completely destroy the demons, but I never thought of taking action." Celie sat up straight and looked at Luke from a bird's eye view. "The higher I stand and the further I see, I have already jumped out of the ordinary perspective. Race, camp, and hatred don't matter. The most important thing is that the situation must develop according to my wishes." "The more powerful you are, the more you will have no scruples. The more powerful you are, the less restrained you will be. You must get what you want. It doesn't matter if you overturn the chessboard if you are angry." "Go back, everything is the best arrangement." "This is the second time I've heard that." The elf of the Gods who is closest to the omniscient and omnipotent goddess, the brave man of the south who can see the past and the future, Luke believes that if Shorahat and himself are in the same camp, they will hear it a third time. "My answer won't change, I say no." Celie was silent for a moment, her face gradually turned cold, and the sea of books behind her suddenly began to churn, and then several thick notebooks flew out and fell in front of Luke. "Since you insist so much, just study it by yourself from now on, and don't let Fulilian help anymore." Luke put away the books sent by Celie one by one and bowed to her from a distance. "Thank you for your generosity." He bowed, turned around and left, disappearing behind the door. Seeing her disciple leave so neatly, a strange color flashed in Sailie's eyes. "You don't seem to be stupid. The hint I gave is obvious enough. He should have guessed it to some extent. Why is he still so stubborn?" After a long time, she sighed. "The situation is getting a bit serious now. Do you want to find a place to avoid the limelight..." … The war situation in the northern countries is anxious. After it was confirmed that the Hero of the South had died due to the curse of Tod, the Last Saint of the Great Demon Clan, the adventurers who had lost their spiritual support suddenly lost their fighting spirit and faced various disastrous defeats in the battle, which made people panic for a while. At this critical moment, the team led by the brave Simmel was overwhelming, wiping out all the demons in its path and achieving an excellent record. Xinmeier's strength is also outstanding among the braves, and the monk Haita also performs well, and the difficult goddess magic in the holy book is at his fingertips. What is even more surprising is the previously unknown elf magician Fulian. The demon-killing magic in her hand can be called a special attack against demons. It has a powerful defense-ignoring and penetrating effect. It destroyed all the demons and earned the name "The Buried Fulian".
After the famous warrior Aize joined the team, the team's reputation experienced another surge. In addition, the brave team always helps people they meet and eliminates nearby monsters, which has been widely praised by the people. Many people have confirmed that this team can end the devil and usher in peace. After a difficult battle, the brave team sat together to warm themselves by the fire. Although there were many conflicts among the teammates at the beginning, after they got used to each other, they developed a considerable degree of affection. To celebrate Simmel's twenty-fifth birthday, Eze prepared a giant warrior burger steak, one for each member. Simmel, who was summing up after the war, recalled Fulilian’s performance and couldn’t help but ask. "Fulillian, your demon-killing magic is really strong. Is it specially developed to deal with monsters?" Fulian, who was eating a hamburger steak, stopped, swallowed the meat in her mouth and answered. "No, it was taught to me by Luke the night before departure. According to him, it was an imitation of the magic made by the corrupt sage of the great demon clan..." As she spoke, Fulian was stunned for a moment as she recalled the scene before departure, "I don't think I told Luke about the investigation yet." Simmel recalled the conversation interrupted by the driver's impatience when leaving and asked: "Are you investigating something important?" "……nothing." Fulilian frowned, seeming a little entangled, and finally shook her head without mentioning the matter in detail, "Let's talk to him when I get back. It won't be long before it's over." Haita, who was drinking wine, smiled drunkenly, "After all, the Demon King's City is just ahead." … The next morning, Demon King's Castle. Haita, who was holding the holy book, said with doubts in his tone, "This place is even more empty than I thought. Shouldn't Demon King's City be the place where the largest number of great demons gather?" Along the way, they encountered almost nothing except a few new-generation demon generals and a large demon whose strength could only be considered average. Fulian, who was holding the staff, spoke calmly, "Because this place was destroyed once more than a hundred years ago. The Qibengxian and several famous demons died long ago, and the new generation has not yet grown up. " This journey can be said to be too smooth. Aize's body trembled, "Who did it?" As a dwarf, he had seen the demons in their heyday when he was a child, and they were indeed much stronger than they are now. "It must be Mr. Luke." Simmel, who held the sword in his hand, stared around cautiously. Even if he didn't find the demons, he would always remain vigilant. Passing through the wide open doors, everyone arrived at the deepest room. "How do you open this?" Faced with a door that had no flaws and was completely immune to attacks, Simmel was slightly in trouble. "I don't know, Luke also stopped here."
Fulilian thought for a while, "If it's from the inside, it should be able to open it." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a vibration from the door, followed by a dull sound as it slowly opened. Astonishing magic fluctuations came from the room, and the figure sitting on the throne slowly raised his head, his scarlet eyes piercing the faces of the four people. So strong! It's not at the same level as the previous demons! Everyone looked on guard. They had no time to wonder why the door would open on its own initiative, and they made all pre-preparations for attack and defense. "Demons cannot have feelings. The feelings I have are a kind of punishment. They make me trapped in this small space and tortured." "But punishment is also a loophole, and as long as I can overcome my fear of death, I can open the door." "Shurahat will fulfill my wish." The Demon King stepped down from the throne, the armor on his body made a sound of metal collision, and the dark sword in his hand glowed with a strange light. "I will not sit still and wait for death, come on, brave men!" … As a trading city, Barum is always bustling during the day. After getting Celie's note, Luke finally relaxed a little and rarely had time to wander around the city. Compared with more than two hundred years ago, this place has become more prosperous, with an endless stream of traders and many more shops. He purchased a large amount of supplies and stopped after filling all the foldable suitcases in the space. In front of the central fountain, his statue has been removed and replaced by an unknown middle-aged man, who seems to be the current city lord. The streets in his memory have become extremely strange and do not look familiar at all, but Luke no longer hates this feeling. Change is the normal state of life. The sky gradually darkens, and the bustle on the street slowly dissipates over time. After Luke returned to the mansion, he packed his luggage and said goodbye to the contemporary head of the Campbell family. The current family head respected this living fossil ancestor very much and tried his best to keep him, while constantly asking if he had not taken good care of him. "You arranged it very well, but I have other things to do and I have to leave for a while." Lu Ke refused calmly. When the past was completed, he could not see the future. Judging from the performance of the South Warrior and Celia, it should not be a good thing, so staying away from the crowd is what he should do. Lu Ke left the mansion with a suitcase, walked through the streets paved with red bricks and cement, through the alleys that gradually became secluded and dilapidated, through the wasteland full of weeds and thorns, and came to a place wrapped in a barrier and covered with deep and long weeds. He took out the rosewood staff, and the weeds withered instantly, the sea of flowers bloomed again, and the tombstone hidden deep inside was revealed. After gently stroking the tombstone and removing the moss on it, Lu Ke spoke in a gentle tone. "Let's do the final completion here."
The shielding magic covered this already deserted area. Luke took out the magic notes given by Celia, absorbed the knowledge bit by bit, and started a journey of magic completion. ... The brave men who successfully defeated the demon king returned to the royal city to accept the king's reward. The reputation of the brave Xin Meier, the monk Haita, the warrior Aize and the magician Fulilian resounded throughout the continent, and statues of the four people began to be cast in various places. The royal city was brightly lit at night, and an unprecedented grand banquet was held. The brave team gathered together and complained about the unreliable places of their teammates during the journey, and then everyone couldn't help laughing softly. Xin Meier sighed a little, "Although it's all rotten things, it's great to be able to adventure with you. I'm very happy on this journey." Flilian unconsciously poured a basin of cold water, "Although it's a short journey." Xin Meier did not refute, showing a somewhat complicated expression. "Yes, although it is a short journey." Countless meteors streaked across the sky, and the strange beauty immediately attracted everyone's attention and diluted the melancholy. Haita sighed: "Half-century meteors, it is really good as the opening ceremony of peace." "So that's it, the magic was made according to this scene." Xin Meier pursed his lips, and the flame in his heart slowly extinguished. Flilian commented after watching for a while: "It's not clear in the city." "Others are sighing, you have a better eye." "Then wait until next time." Facing the astonishment of her teammates, Fulilian lowered her head and spoke casually. "Fifty years later, I know a place where the meteor shower will look more beautiful. I will take you there." Two humans and a dwarf who is about to enter old age looked at each other, a little helpless. They really can't understand fifty years in the eyes of the elves. ... The time of separation has come, and Fulilian said goodbye to her teammates with a suitcase. "What are you going to do next?" "There's an annoying guy who wants me to go to her place, and I may have to stay there for a while." After receiving the message from her master who hadn't been in touch for hundreds of years, Fulilian's face wrinkled up, and she didn't understand what Celia was thinking. "Anyway, I will come out to watch the meteors with you in fifty years." After saying that, she waved to the few people and left without looking back.
Looking at the elf's increasingly smaller figure, Haita poked Xinmei's waist. "Are you sure you don't want to chase after it?" Xinmei's handsome face showed a bitter smile, "Haita, will you fall in love with a terminally ill patient who can only live for a few days?" "I'm a monk, I won't be close to women." The silent Aize suddenly spoke: "Obviously, he is a wine-drinking monk who eats meat and drinks wine." Several people, including Haita, couldn't help laughing, and when the laughter subsided, Xinmei shook his head gently. "That's good." He looked at the direction where Fulilian left and repeated, "That's good."