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

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Meanwhile, Vlame's beloved teacher was struggling on the other side of the Heavenly Pulse Dragon.

Because the city and Frilian's home are located in completely different places, their positions when they landed on the Celestial Dragon were completely different.

Celia thought that once she reached the Celestial Dragon, she would soon find clues about the Flame Illusion Flower, because she remembered the conditions for its growth.

However, reality dealt her a heavy blow.

This place is too big.

The area of ​​the omnipotent sensing radiation alone is over 100 kilometers long, but this 100 kilometers is still not the limit of the Heavenly Pulse Dragon.

In addition, this place is a primeval forest with rampant vegetation and no natural enemies for monsters, resulting in a wide variety of abilities.

Some of them caused her even more trouble, not because they were special or difficult to deal with, but because they were impossible to guard against.

Like colorless, transparent paralyzing needles, like colorless, transparent corrosive rain...

Forget about the flying needles; with her reaction speed and thinking speed increased tenfold, she could easily dodge them.

The main problem was the rain; there was absolutely no way to take shelter.

The clothes had been partially melted within minutes of her arrival, and even her magical defenses were ineffective.

Thankfully Ronan isn't here, otherwise...

Seria clicked her tongue softly, and some subtle images flashed through her mind before she quickly forgot them.

She tightened the last of her clothes, trying to barely cover her exposed areas, and muttered to herself:

"Let's go back once we find the Flame Illusion Flower. Ronan shouldn't be here."

"However, it's normal that we can't find it after thousands of years. We'll set aside two days for now."

"Two days from now, whether you find it or not, you must leave, otherwise..."

Celia shook her head. Perhaps the environment here was too special. Just as she was lost in thought, a large amount of rain fell from the sky.

Celia was too lazy to defend herself anymore, because she knew she couldn't avoid it.

With a hissing sound, the magical protection on the clothes melted away instantly, turning into bubbles that were blown away by the wind and disappeared completely.

Some of the surrounding plants and animals were also dissolved, quickly turning into skeletons.

Seeing this, Celia stopped and sighed helplessly.

He casually took out a clean piece of clothing from the subspace, put it on, and then continued on his way.

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On the other side, Ronan walked to a relatively open space.

By this time, the meat had been marinated. He took it out, lit a fire, and prepared to have a good taste.

He plans to try every cooking method: pan-frying, grilling, boiling, deep-frying.

Only then will the trip not have been in vain.

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"Zizi~"

Flames licked the grill, making a crisp sound.

After waiting patiently for a while, wisps of smoke rose up, and the visible aroma quickly filled the surrounding air.

Vlame swallowed unconsciously, her eyes filled with anticipation.

After this period of adventure with Ronan, she developed a strong foodie personality.

It was precisely because of her love for food that Ronan brought her here.

Not far away, Frilian sat lazily on the ground, a nonchalant expression on her face.

For her, as long as she could eat her fill, that was enough; however, the allure of delicious food was always hard to resist.

As the fragrance grew stronger, her gaze was gradually drawn away from the flowers and herbs in her hands.

Immediately afterwards, we saw the freshly cooked dinosaur meat.

It has a bright color and a glossy finish.

"Whoosh." With a deep breath, Vlame took a small sip, his eyes shining with joy.

Clearly, the taste did not disappoint her, and it also confirmed to Ronan that climbing the Celestial Dragon to find ingredients was an absolutely correct move.

Ronan also took a small bite, and after Frilian approached and sat down, the three of them officially began their sumptuous lunch.

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Lunch was not long, since neither Vlamé nor Frilian had a big appetite.

After finishing his meal, Ronan put down his cutlery, looked at Frillie, and asked:

"By the way, Frilian, have you found any results about those herbs? Are they herbs from the mythological era?"

Frillie thought for a moment, then nodded gently and said:

"More or less. Although half of them have become extinct and I have never seen them, I imagine they are related to the mythological era."

"I plan to study their effects more carefully when I get back. Celia should know some clues."

The changes in the world have rendered some of the abilities of the King of Inquiry ineffective.

Probability manipulation and accelerated thinking, which only affect oneself, are still usable.

However, it cannot be used for things like tracing the origins of matter in the world.

Ronan seemed to know about this, but he didn't take it to heart, because the King of Inquiry was the authority of another world.

Being able to use the sword of the previous dynasty to kill officials of the current dynasty is already quite remarkable; there's no need to ask for more, because this world poses almost no threat to them.

Ronan nodded thoughtfully and continued chatting with Frillie for a few more minutes.

After they had digested their food, they ate a few tree fruits to quench their thirst before continuing their journey in search of more delicious food.

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Time passed slowly, and as his location shifted, Ronan soon sensed Celia's presence.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the old emperor's condition suddenly worsened due to the emotional changes.

In the morning, he could communicate normally with people, but in the evening, he suddenly fell into a coma.

Beside the door, Miliealde stood with her arms crossed, silently watching everything unfold.

Although she felt indifferent to the passing of humanity, she couldn't help but lament how fragile humanity was.

So he pondered where he should go after obtaining the Emperor's Wine.

I vaguely remember that my original plan was to head north. Although the Emperor's Wine slowed me down, it's not too late to start now.

Moreover, according to the intelligence gathered by the spies, the mysterious oracle pope is suspected to be living in the north.

and so…

“Hmm.” Miliearde nodded slightly and made a decision on the spot.

At the same time, hurried footsteps came from outside the palace door, and the old emperor's only grandson rushed in with a flustered expression.

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Time flies.

With the passing of the old emperor, the new emperor, Herbert V, who had just turned twenty this year, resolutely took on the heavy responsibility of leading the unified empire.

Beside the old emperor's lifeless body, Herbert V knelt silently on the ground, murmuring softly:

“My grandfather passed away. Before he died, he told me about the conflict between the Empire and the Church of the Goddess.”

"Teacher, what do you think I should do about this?"

The teacher he was referring to was Miliearde.

For the past fifty years, Miliad has not only held important positions in the Empire, but has also served as the Imperial Tutor.

Upon hearing Herbert V's question, she calmly raised her eyes and spoke in a composed tone:

"Just follow your own intuition. Although I am your teacher, I have not taught you anything decisive."

"However, I want to ask you, do you believe in the existence of goddesses?"

"I believe you," Herbert V replied without hesitation.

“Hmm?” Millie Alder frowned. “Why do you believe that?”

In my memory, he wasn't someone who easily believed in the existence of gods.

Herbert V shook his head and said:

"There's no reason why, I just believe, because if there were no goddess, where would we humans come from?"

"And also, teacher, how long will you live..."

"The lifespan difference between humans and dwarves can be roughly explained by their size, but elves..."

"Teacher, do you really think your long lifespan is normal?"

Milie Alde didn't know either; she didn't even understand why she had lived so long.

All she knew was that she was an elf, and that was enough for her.

Just as she was about to say something, Herbert V's calm and firm voice rang out again, interrupting her:

"Teacher, please help me contact the Church of the Goddess. I want to meet the Pope in person."

"I want to know his true attitude toward the Empire, and why he is so eager to promote magic."

"Grandpa is dead, I don't blame him."

Although the old emperor's death was inextricably linked to the Church of Goddess, especially that crucial letter.

But Herbert V understood that, ultimately, it was because his grandfather was getting old.

If it were one of those capricious emperors, they would surely blame the old emperor's death on the pope, using it as an excuse to suppress divine authority.