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

With so many people dead, he has no way to explain himself if no one takes the blame.

brush.

He drew his longsword and chased after the fighter.

The armor on his body seemed to have a special function, and he caught up with the boxer in just a few breaths.

The two then engaged in a fierce fight.

Ronan crossed his arms and watched the battle silently.

It was thought that the two would be evenly matched, but unexpectedly, the battle turned out to be one-sided.

The captain of the guard was completely overwhelmed by the boxer.

With each punch thrown by the boxer, a dent would appear in the captain's armor.

In contrast, every time the captain of the guards' longsword was about to strike the fighter, it was deflected by the fighter's precise hook punch, never touching him at all.

"Is this the difference between a warrior and a boxer?"

Ronan frowned slightly, shook his head gently, and sighed that games and reality were indeed different.

In close-quarters combat, longer weapons are actually harder to use and subject to more limitations.

While pondering, perhaps due to the fighter's sudden surge of power under the pressure of danger, the captain of the guard was quickly defeated.

His longsword was broken in two, and he knelt miserably on the ground.

Seeing this, Ronan gestured to Frillie and said, "I'll be right back."

After he finished speaking, a powerful aura suddenly surged around him, and the air seemed to be filled with a sense of oppression.

Immediately afterwards, the 20x speed movement was activated.

In an instant, a violent gust of air spread outwards from him, blowing dust from the ground into the air.

boom!

With a flash, he disappeared from the spot like the wind.

In the blink of an eye, he was teleported a hundred meters away.

Frillie frowned slightly, finding it hard to believe what she was seeing.

The burning just now could be explained by magic, but teleportation? What the hell?

She gazed at Ronan silently, a hint of doubt and surprise flashing in her eyes.

Then you see Ronan punch the boxer into the wall.

The wall was dented in the shape of a human figure by the enormous impact, and the whole process took less than a second.

In the afterimage of his vision, he could still see Ronan's shadow standing in front of him...

……

……

After a period of time.

"Hmm, he's not dead yet, that should be enough for you to report back."

Ronan returned to the original spot with the disfigured boxer, and also brought the chief of guard with him.

"Cough cough..." The captain of the guards knelt on the ground, coughing incessantly, with a little blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

He never expected that the boxer would be so powerful.

Seeing that Ronan slapped him away, I thought he was a coward.

however…

"Hey, what kind of compensation were you talking about earlier?"

Ronan lowered his head, looked at the head of the guard, and spoke words that interrupted his chaotic thoughts.

After calming himself down for a while, the head guard, though still shaken, nodded repeatedly:

"I'll have to ask His Excellency about that, but I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

He paused, then asked cautiously, "What would you like?"

Although the captain of the guard felt that a powerful figure like Ronan would not care about the things of insignificant people like them, perhaps the elven girl beside him had a need for them.

Ronan's later words confirmed his idea.

"Do you have a magic book?"

"Special magic."

"To be honest, I am collecting rare magic items available on the market."

"If you find any, please buy them and hand them over to me. I will pay the corresponding amount of gold coins."

Ronan has no shortage of material things; he's just using this opportunity to make up for his lack of connections.

The more magic you collect, the more abilities you can later display that can be attributed to magic.

After all, imagination is limitless, and that was the goal he planned to achieve later.

Chapter 14, Section 15: A Gift

Time flies.

Ronan and Frillian, who had just been involved in a dispute in the alley, were now slowly leaving the alley with the captain of the guard.

As they walked, Ronan casually chatted with the captain of the guard, and through their conversation, he learned that the captain's name was Martin.

He is the nephew of Viscount Marco, the lord of this place.

Although he wasn't particularly capable, he had a powerful uncle, which gave him some influence in the area.

The armor he wore was a magical artifact, and his weapon was made of dwarven adamantite, making it incredibly easy for him to deal with a few thugs on a daily basis.

Today, however, he suffered a crushing defeat; his armor was shattered and his weapon was broken in two.

However, even after all these things, Ronan noticed that his expression did not reveal much sadness.

Ronan quickly understood the reason.

The armor could self-repair; in just ten minutes, the dents and tears were repaired to their original state, leaving no trace of the battle.

Seeing this scene.

Ronan fell into deep thought, thinking to himself:

"It seems that magical artifacts are more powerful than I thought. Although I don't know if it's an isolated case, this thing is definitely a high-end item."

"Invisibility, speed boost, repair, it really is an all-rounder."

"Those things I bought before... I hope the 6,000 gold coins won't disappoint me."

Ronan plans to have the test done when he gets back; it's too inconvenient now.

After all, we don't know much about the viscount's financial resources. What if he gets greedy and tries to take advantage of us... We can't just keep humiliating him.

Never underestimate a person's greed and bottom line.

He had seen many tropes in television and novels about inducing servants to poison someone, then framing the servant if the attempt failed.

Unnecessary troubles should naturally be avoided if possible.

With this in mind, Ronan gradually gathered his thoughts.

Before long, he followed Martin to Viscount Marco's magnificent manor.

Whether they had received advance notice or not, Viscount Marco was standing outside the manor with a servant.

Judging from his posture, the blond, blue-eyed man in front of him should be Viscount Marco.

Unlike the typical pampered, pot-bellied wealthy families.

Viscount Marco's muscular physique was clearly defined, and his taut muscles supported his exquisite aristocratic attire.

He exuded a fierce aura, like that of a ferocious beast.

It seems... not all the nobles here are just pleasure-seeking good-for-nothings.

"Lord Ronan, please wait a moment."

Martin stopped, gave Ronan a respectful nod, then stepped forward and whispered a few words in Viscount Marco's ear.

It's unclear what was said, but Viscount Marco's expression changed noticeably.

His serious expression gradually disappeared, replaced by a hint of doubt.

He also secretly glanced in Ronan's direction.

That look seemed to say, "Are you serious?"

Martin nodded.

Absolutely true.

Upon seeing this.

Viscount Marco took a deep breath, strode forward, and his expression changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book, instantly filling the air with a warm smile:

"I never expected that Lord Ronan and Ms. Frilian would grace my humble abode with their presence today. It truly honors me..."

He rattled off a string of flattering words, and then, with great enthusiasm, personally welcomed Ronan and Frilian into the manor.

The servants standing nearby were dumbfounded. They had served their master for many years and had never seen him so humble.

Even when facing a certain earl last time, the master only touched on the subject briefly, maintaining his proper demeanor.

Instead of what I'm doing now, practically throwing away all my pride just to flatter these two people in front of me...

Could they be royalty?

That was all the servant could think.

On the other hand, Frilian was also puzzled.

As she entered the manor, she looked at the flowers and plants around her, and out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of Ronan beside her.