Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"Take it."

Chapter 10, Section 10: Dihua, Let the Bullets Fly

Frillie stood quietly in place for a short while before finally deciding to accept it.

As Ronan said, what else can you do after you've already bought it?

The stall owner had long since disappeared, and even if one wanted to return the goods, it was probably too late.

This was the first time in her life she had received such a large gift, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would never receive one again.

Because not everyone can be as generous as Ronan.

Tap tap.

Frillian walked forward silently with small, delicate steps, and then used magic to put it into the backpack she was carrying.

As everything shrank and disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a strange sensation.

Before she could figure out what this feeling was, Ronan's cheerful voice greeted her again.

"Let's go. Although it took some time to purchase these magical artifacts, fortunately it wasn't too long."

"Go buy some food. Don't forget why we came here."

Ronan had previously considered using the opportunity to find antique bargains to prove the source of his wealth, but he eventually gave up on the idea.

Frillie followed beside her, partly because it wouldn't be appropriate for her to act alone.

Secondly, it's hard to say whether this city even has any genuine antiques.

If it's all magical artifacts and the like...

It would be better to just say that you are extremely rich and then let Frilian guess why you are rich.

Ronan vaguely remembered this kind of tactic, something like "Dihua," which was probably a trend started by some devil.

In short, it's all about pretending.

Don't speak; people will fill in the blanks themselves.

If he guessed wrong, that's someone else's problem; he didn't say a word anyway.

Thinking of this, Ronan turned his head slightly and glanced at Frillie out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, Frilian had a thoughtful expression on her face, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about something.

Perhaps, maybe, possibly, I've also fallen into this situation.

"That's good. Mystique is the most important thing. I can't just announce to the outside world that I have unlimited wealth."

"Frilian may not reveal the secret, but there are others involved."

Although he was not afraid of others coveting his wealth, if he dealt with all those who coveted his wealth, what challenges would he face in the future?

The only appealing thing about the cracked version is that you can get things that ordinary people can't get without spending any effort.

Once I acquire the items and have an excess of them, I will likely quit the game soon.

Because the numerical value loses its meaning, it's similar to getting used to a dish and becoming indifferent to its taste, which can make you feel nauseous.

The best approach is to buy what you need, compete with others, and outdo them with numerical superiority.

Whales can easily defeat even the most hardcore players with ten 648 (presumably referring to a specific item or currency), while free-to-play players can crush them with a simple tap of their fingers. In the end, the whales admit they can't afford to mess with them...

That's roughly the situation.

Several thoughts flashed through their minds, and before they knew it, the two had arrived at a grain market.

Because of the ample funds, they quickly purchased a sufficient amount of grain.

Frillie never imagined that solving the food crisis would be so simple.

Of course... that's assuming you have more money than you can spend.

"Unbelievable." Frillie looked at the golden wheat before her, astonished by its price, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"I had heard that food prices had been rising, but I didn't expect them to have risen to this level. One bushel of wheat (an ancient Greek unit, equivalent to 83.68 catties) costs five hundred copper coins."

"As the village chief said before, five hundred copper coins would barely be enough for a family of three to eat for a month..."

"What exactly is the monarch of the human empire doing?"

A normal person can only earn twenty to thirty copper coins a day.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of jobs in this era, otherwise people would be starving to death everywhere.

"It's normal. Natural disasters and man-made calamities can reduce food production. Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that certain situations have led to inflation."

Ronan shook his head slightly, watching the wheat as he casually grabbed a handful.

"Splash splash".

The fine yellow particles slipped through my fingers like sand.

After a moment's thought, he said:

"However, these things have nothing to do with us."

"Prices are based on macroeconomic control, and it's clear that the country is not in a good state right now."

He brushed the remaining grains of wheat from his hands and looked at Frillie again.

“You elves live in seclusion, so you don’t need to care about these things.”

"If it reappears a hundred or a thousand years later, it may have even changed its name three times over."

Although she didn't quite understand the specific meaning of inflation, Frillie could grasp it by looking at the literal meaning and considering the current situation.

however…

Frillie sighed softly:

"Even so, I still care. Aren't you a hero? Can you help them?"

"How can I help?" Ronan raised an eyebrow and asked in return.

"Buy all the food here and distribute it to the civilians for free? Or sell it to them at a low price?"

"This might help them temporarily, but what about the future?"

"You have to understand that food will eventually run out."

"And when those merchants who sensed the business opportunity returned and resold the grain at the same high prices they had before..."

Do you think they can still afford it?

Ronan shook his head.

"Impossible, and once the merchants realize they can't afford it, they will naturally leave."

"What do you think will happen then?"

Frillie fell silent; without even thinking, she knew she was destined to starve to death.

She didn't ask why Ronan didn't stay, or why he didn't continue to be generous...

These questions are ridiculous.

Even a noble elf wouldn't do such a thing; after all, the story of Buddha cutting off his own flesh to feed an eagle only exists in stories.

Ronan noticed Frillie's silence, paused, and continued:

"The price of five hundred copper coins is indeed a bit high, but at least no one will starve to death."

Ultimately, disrupting market prices will only make the market collapse faster.

I know what you're thinking.

"You are still young and retain some empathy for others, but empathy also depends on the situation."

"Direct purchase and low-price distribution are definitely not feasible."

Frillie looked up, vaguely understanding the unspoken meaning, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Then what will it take?"

Ronan smiled, glancing subtly behind him before turning to face Frilian, leaving her slightly suspenseful:

"The time is not right yet. You will know when the time comes. Besides, this is not something I should do."

Firstly, he lacks sufficient influence to macro-control grain prices.

Secondly, although he had unlimited gold coins, he didn't want to be taken advantage of.

He's done good deeds before, but ever since he was fooled by some wealthy gentry and experienced the "Let the Bullets Fly" incident, he's learned his lesson.

Sometimes life is worthless in the face of self-interest.

We must not let unscrupulous merchants profit from this.

Chapter 11, 11, The Fist Fighter, Slapped Away

After finishing their conversation, the two continued strolling through the streets.

When they arrived at a secluded place, Ronan suddenly stopped.

The surrounding noise gradually faded away, replaced by silence, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

He turned and looked at a small alley at the end of the road, his eyes sharp, and calmly called out:

"Come out, stop hiding, I've already seen you."

Are you part of a gang?

He activated his X-ray vision, his casual tone suggesting he was completely unconcerned about the impending danger.

"Three men and two women... Not bad, you seem quite bold. You must not be locals."

"You're following us for money?"

Upon hearing this, Frillie's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

She followed Ronan's gaze, her eyes filled with wariness, but she remained silent.

Actually, she had sensed the enemy's presence earlier and wanted to make a move, but Ronan stopped her with a subtle look.