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

No mercy.

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Fulian's house is nearby.

“Hmm.” Ronan stood in front of a brand new house, a satisfied smile on his face.

This house is twice the size of the previous one and has an exquisite exterior.

It was worth the effort he put in, gathering over twenty orcs and spending half a month to complete the construction.

Not far away, Celia walked gracefully towards them.

She indicated to Ronan that the location of the city had been chosen, and all that was missing was manpower and money.

As for money, she has collected quite a lot of things by exploring ruins and labyrinths over the past two thousand years, so she is not too worried.

The main headache for her was the lack of manpower.

The existence of the elven city was a sensitive issue, and in the early stages, Celia did not want humans to know about it.

Without human help, the construction efficiency of those elves alone was far too slow.

Therefore, Celia came here to seek the help of the orcs.

Ronan listened quietly, his furrowed brows relaxing.

"Why don't you just go find them yourself? As long as you give them enough food, they usually won't refuse."

Celia's expression was helpless:

“I came to you precisely because there is no food. I never hoard these things, and you know how much they eat.”

"It's probably too late to buy it now, and I feel a little embarrassed to use what's available in Frilian Village."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, Ronan looked at her in surprise.

That's strange, Celia actually has moments of embarrassment?

Thinking about it carefully, it's probably the influence of those previous events.

This isn't Celie's original home, after all.

He nodded: "I understand."

As he spoke, he casually opened up a space, took out a bag from the subspace, and tossed it to Celia.

"There are twenty tons of grain here. Take it and use it. Remember to add time. This time, it'll be twenty minutes for now. Any objections?"

Because of the favors owed between them last time and the time before that, at some point, the way they repaid those favors changed to adding extra minutes to their schedules.

Anyway, twenty tons is nothing to him.

Once all the demons have migrated, we can consider letting them farm and earn a living by exchanging their harvest for food.

They can continue to mine coal and minerals to atone for their past sins.

In this way, humanity itself will benefit.

Chapter 128, The Proof of the Holy Staff, Making History

Celia left.

Once everything was ready, hot springs from the central continent were also transported in.

Insulation and cleaning arrays were engraved on the bottom of the pool, along with an anti-peeping device.

At this point, apart from the surrounding environment being different from the home in the slime world, everything else is almost a one-to-one replica.

When Vlame saw this familiar scene, his eyes lit up instantly, and he cheered excitedly before running towards the hot spring.

Ronan smiled helplessly, turned to look at Frillie, who was standing quietly beside him, and asked gently, "Aren't you going?"

Frillie slowly raised her head, her gaze following Vlame's departing figure, and gently shook her head:

"It's still early, and Celie hasn't come back yet. It's more comfortable to soak in a hot spring together."

After a pause, Frillie spoke again with slight hesitation, "So, starting today, am I going to be living here?"

"Then what about my home?"

Although I really like the facilities here, I've lived in my hometown for hundreds of years.

It's really hard to leave all of a sudden.

Fortunately, Ronan seemed to understand her feelings and didn't insist, simply saying:

"It's okay, just pick a time you like, like staying here on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, staying there on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and camping or a group stay on Sundays..."

At this point, Ronan suddenly remembered something and added:

"By the way, you don't seem to have a concept of days of the week here, do you?"

Frillie frowned, looking puzzled. She looked at Ronan and asked, "What is a weekday?"

Ronan gave a brief explanation of the concept of the week.

As he explained, he secretly thought that the definition of time should also be put on the agenda as soon as possible.

Although the current era is not entirely ancient, it is still far too backward in its concept of time.

Frillie listened attentively to Ronan's story, nodding occasionally with a thoughtful expression on her face.

Monday, Tuesday... are indeed simple to understand and easy to remember.

The current unified empire primarily uses the lunar calendar, defining the passage of time by the phases of the moon.

This kind of behavior, which requires constant observation of celestial phenomena, is something Frilian is really not good at, even though she has lived for hundreds of years.

Frillie asked again what day it was, and after receiving a confirmation that it was Monday, she nodded and turned to walk home.

The move began, one trip after another. By the time it was finished, the sun was setting, and the orange-red afterglow shone on Frillie.

Her clothes were visibly soaked with sweat, her hair clung tightly to her cheeks, and a few stray strands fluttered in the wind.

Celia had already returned. Seeing everyone there and noticing Frillie's condition, she led everyone directly into the hot spring before it was time for dinner.

In the hot spring, Celia rested her hands on the edge of the pool, exhaling slowly in an extremely relaxed manner.

Just then, she suddenly remembered the Magic Association, and a thought struck her. She asked Ronan a question:

"When do you plan to go to the Goddess Church? I heard that the old emperor's health is failing and a new emperor will be taking office soon."

"I'm not quite sure what the new emperor's personality is like. If he's a hardliner like his predecessor, then... Ronan, what do you plan to do?"

The unified empire had existed for over three hundred years, and had seen four or five emperors.

Although emperors are not all strongmen, they at least hold a supreme position in the empire.

If we take forceful action, it may implicate the church and the elves.

This was not Celie's intention.

The hot water enveloped Ronan's body. He leaned against the edge of the pool, thought for a moment, and said calmly:

"Nothing to do. Don't forget the original purpose of magic: to make life easier."

"If he disagrees, then force him to agree."

"The Church of Goddess and the Emperor have never been of one mind. To me, divine authority must supersede imperial authority."

"But unfortunately, almost every emperor suppressed divine authority."

The emperor rejected magic, but the Church of the Goddess openly promoted it. This was an irreconcilable conflict and the root cause of the suppression.

Therefore, Ronan never held any hope of peaceful negotiations from the very beginning.

Celia squinted, listening intently to Ronan's words, and found them to make some sense.

If she were an ordinary elf, she certainly wouldn't dare to oppose the emperor, as that would mean being an enemy of human society.

But now that Ronan is there, she is no longer ordinary, because a goddess stands behind her.

This wave signifies the rise of divine right.

With that in mind, the two continued their conversation about the matter for a while longer.

As time passed, it grew completely dark.

The surrounding area was arranged in advance, and the lights, powered by magic, began to light up one by one, illuminating the entire hot spring pool with a warm glow.

The misty vapor became even more prominent under the lights, resembling a fairyland and giving people a dreamlike feeling.

Seeing this, Celia slowly stood up from the water.

wow-

Water droplets slid down her increasingly slender figure, dripping onto the water's surface with a crisp sound.

Celia touched her stomach, her brows furrowing slightly. She was a little hungry, so she called the others to leave the hot spring.

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Shortly after, in the room.

After dinner, to repay a favor she had previously owed, Celia gave Ronan a massage as usual.

The faint scent of lavender fills the air, making people feel exceptionally relaxed.

Ronan lay on the bed, feeling Celia's hand roaming over his back, his tone casual:

"We've eaten and taken a bath, Celie, let's get back to business."

"Regarding the establishment of the Magic Association, once it is truly successful, what kind of standards do you plan to set?"

"Also, what kind of organization is the Magic Association? Is it just an organization that recruits magic enthusiasts?"

"I remember you said before that you would be happy to teach magic to those with talent. Does the Magic Association have a teaching department?"

When a few questions were asked, Celia paused for a moment.

She lowered her voice slightly, as if carefully choosing her words. After a moment, she slowly said:

"At first, I just wanted the elves to be remembered by humans, not for the deeper meaning you're thinking, but now that you've asked..."