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

Initially, Celia wanted to create an elven kingdom, emulating the Magic Dynasty.

But when she returned, she realized that this was not a practical idea.

Putting aside whether the population is sufficient, the sheer volume of national affairs alone is enough to cause immense headaches.

There's no need to become a puppet of mundane affairs for the sake of so-called status, so the city is enough.

At this moment, she gazed at Ronan, seemingly waiting for his answer.

Beside him, Minus also looked at him.

Ronan thought for a moment and replied:

"Between one thousand and two thousand people, that's the size of a large village."

“I know you want to go down in history, or even be chased by humans and enjoy the fun, but if there are too many people, you may not be able to manage them all.”

"Moreover, elves have flaws in their personalities to some extent, and a lifeless city is not a good place for them."

He paused slightly, looked at Celia, and earnestly reminded her,

"As an elf, you should be well aware of this: the elves of this world are not wind spirits after all."

"Therefore, if you want to build a city, you must improve this situation."

"Do you have any good ideas?" Celia naturally understood the problem Ronan was referring to, and also knew the saying that those involved are often confused while bystanders see things clearly.

She understood that the elves' flaws were not ingrained in their very being.

It's just that the elves live for so long that their lives have become monotonous and boring, thus numbing their senses.

Just like the lives of the ancients, they worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

No one can stand a life that remains unchanged for thousands of years.

Ronan closed his hands and slowly said:

"It's very simple, just vigorously develop the entertainment industry and give everyone something to do."

"The city of elves? No, it should be called the city of elves' joy."

His gaze drifted into the distance, as if he were recalling something. He paused briefly, then continued.

"You should still remember all the things I did before, right?"

"Billiards, badminton, table tennis, football, basketball, volleyball. In short, there are very few things that can bring joy to people in this era."

"It's not enough to just wait for time to pass; you have to get moving. Time is created by man, not something that comes naturally, just as a goddess created the world."

"If the goddess can do it, so can you."

As Ronan finished speaking, Celia was momentarily stunned.

Ronan's remarks, brimming with modern thinking, caught her off guard, as if opening a completely new door for her.

Was it joyful? She had never thought about it before.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes a lot of sense.

She finally understood why the elves had become the way they were.

Celia took a deep breath, about to respond to Ronan's words, saying that she would definitely work hard in that direction when she got back.

But at this moment, Minus frowned, her face full of confusion, completely unable to understand what Ronan meant.

She muttered to herself, "Are humans really this amazing these days? They were completely fooled by my master in just a few words?"

What are those balls?

She coughed lightly twice, reminding her master of a few things, afraid that he might be deceived.

However, Celia sternly rebuked her, "Don't talk nonsense."

Others might not know, but does Celia not know?

She had personally experienced those things, and they were indeed very interesting.

In addition, there are some gadgets that can relax the mind and body, pass the time, and prevent people from getting bored.

Games like Gomoku, Chinese Chess, and Animal Chess.

She especially liked the game of Animal Chess, where the elephant could crush everything, although it would lose to the mouse.

But the scene of being killed by a weakling like a rat is also tense, exciting, and full of fun, so one must not be careless.

It is no exaggeration to say that if these methods were implemented throughout the city, the city she founded would undoubtedly become one of the most popular cities in the world.

Once the city becomes popular, the opportunities for interaction with the outside world will increase significantly, which will inevitably improve the elf's personality.

She, Celia, couldn't wait to get started.

Of course, before that, the threat posed by the demons must be eliminated.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He paused in his steps.

Recalling what I discovered yesterday using the skill.

First, start with…

Let's begin with that fake person named Solitaire.

Chapter 126, Solitaire: To survive, I betrayed the Demon King.

The dull knocking sounded particularly clear in the quiet space.

Solitaire's body trembled violently, and her heart clenched.

Huddled in bed, she knew that her situation was getting worse, even though she didn't know who was outside the door.

The hero and his companions have been missing for a full half month.

For the entire two weeks, her diet consisted entirely of bland and tasteless vegetables.

These vegetables were not only difficult to swallow, but they also failed to provide her with enough energy.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was Ronan's deliberate arrangement.

After all, without the replenishment of energy and blood, her physical condition was extremely poor, and even getting up to open the door was exceptionally difficult.

As soon as I got out of bed and touched the ground, the old wooden door creaked open.

A dappled light streamed in, revealing Celia, whom I hadn't seen for half a month.

Selie was followed by several people, and upon closer inspection, Solitier realized they were all elves.

Ronan followed behind.

"It's been a long time, Solitaire."

Ronan greeted the guests with a faint smile and a casual tone before stepping into the room.

What came into his view was a narrow, dark environment.

This house was originally converted from a storage room, and there was a faint musty smell in the air, making it very suitable for demons to live in.

Solitaire sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the people who had forced their way in, and forced a smile onto her face:

"May I ask what business you gentlemen have with me?"

A bad feeling welled up inside her.

These people disappeared for half a month, and now they've suddenly reappeared, without Vlamé...

Are they planning to get rid of themselves quietly?

After all, she had been able to survive only because of Vlame's existence.

Soon, Ronan's next words ruthlessly confirmed her suspicions.

Indeed, since Volame had been living in the other world for half a month, his thoughts were wandering and he had long forgotten about Solitaire.

Therefore, even if Solitaire goes missing, there will be little concern or disappointment.

Upon hearing this news, Solitaire felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her legs went weak, and she slid off the bed with a thud, kneeling on the floor.

She knew she was finished, but she still wouldn't give up.

When faced with death, the demons' will to survive is almost at its peak; so what if there is no flesh and blood to replenish them?

Live one day at a time.

Unfortunately……

"I'm sorry, you are no longer of any use to me. As a demon, you are unforgivable."

"Even if they don't die by my hand today, they will die by someone else's hand in the future."

"Rest in peace. Try not to be a demon in your next life."

After saying that, Ronan slowly drew his sword, the Sword of the Warrior.

Seeing this, Solitaire's despair reached its peak.

She retreated repeatedly, but behind her was the bed. Her legs felt as heavy as lead, making it impossible for her to move quickly.

In that critical moment, in the fractions of a second before her death, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Solitaire's mind.

She spoke immediately, her voice trembling yet filled with urgency:

"Wait...wait! Hero, I am willing to kill the Demon King and serve you, and then lead the demon race to submit to humanity!"

"Please spare my life!"

"We demons are quite useful too!"

These words were spoken so forcefully that they drew the attention of several elves nearby.

With a whoosh, the sharp sword of the warrior suddenly stopped just inches from Solitaire's neck.

Ronan raised an eyebrow, watching with interest as blood seeped from her neck and she wore a lingering look of fear on her face. He then asked:

"What's the use? Tell me then! Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

Although Solitaire's life or death was of no importance to Ronan.