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

With her talent... well, let's wait and see.

A person's life passes by in the blink of an eye.

Matilda believes that the next ten to twenty years will definitely be very exciting.

I hope it will bring me good news.

Thoughts flashed by, leaving only the sizzling sound of roasting meat and the crackling of the campfire.

As dawn broke, a letter arrived from the capital, and the two then left.

Chapter 133: Leaving the Heavenly Vein Dragon, a Bountiful Harvest, Shock Among Disciples, and the Master's Punishment/Reward (6k)

“We’ve reached the volcanic zone.” Ronan’s voice suddenly rang out in this scorching region.

As soon as I stepped into that area, a wave of heat hit me, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply, as if I were in a giant furnace.

Seria's clothes, which had been tightly wrapped around her, loosened slightly due to the sudden high temperature.

Have we arrived?

She murmured softly, her voice tinged with anticipation.

Raising her head, her gaze swept over the bleak scene before her, Celia silently exhaled, then shook her head and said:

"It's not here, let's continue deeper."

After she finished speaking, she walked forward, with Ronan beside her, scanning their surroundings.

Due to climate issues, volcanic ash blocked the sky, making it impossible to see any flowers or plants.

This made it hard for him to believe that the Flame Illusion Flower would bloom here.

"...But since we're already here, we can only believe it, whether it's true or not."

"I wonder what the creatures here taste like..."

With these thoughts in mind, Ronan continued walking and soon followed Celia to the center of the volcanic area.

Ahead lay a vast expanse of solidified lava, now cooled into black obsidian.

Many creatures live near the obsidian.

Although he still hadn't seen the Flame Flower, Ronan wasn't disappointed.

He strode forward and captured the creatures one by one before carefully searching the surrounding area for traces of the Flame Illusion Flower.

As we searched along the path the creature had taken, the surrounding environment gradually changed, and vegetation began to increase.

Celia's gaze fell on a few blades of grass by the roadside, and she explained as she walked:

"This is the heart-warming herb, which can be used as medicine. After taking it, it can cause blood to rush to the head quickly, effectively resisting the cold."

"In the past, it was also regarded as a good medicine for fertility by some elves."

"Thinking about it carefully, it's been almost seven hundred years since it disappeared."

Seria vaguely remembered that the elf population used to be quite large.

However, the disappearance of some vegetation has exacerbated the physiological defects of the elves, leading to a decrease in their population.

Add to that the massacre by the demons...

She had a premonition that if she didn't intervene, the elves would probably become extinct in a few thousand years.

This is not a good thing.

So she told Frilian to quickly gather up these extinct herbs for future use.

Ronan stood quietly to the side, watching the scene unfold before him with a somewhat strange expression.

Despite Celia adding the words "to ward off the cold," he understood the true purpose of the medicine.

But, upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem to be a big problem, since elves have very low desires to begin with.

"Tsk... I was being narrow-minded. Even those little blue pills weren't originally made for that purpose."

"A drug for treating cardiovascular disease could become a boon for men, something even the researchers at the time didn't expect."

"This Flameheart Grass is about the same."

Ronan nodded almost imperceptibly, already understanding a bit of what was going on.

As Frilian crouched down and carefully dug out the grass along with the soil, placing it into the cloth bag she carried with her, the group continued on their way.

Celia felt a little relieved, not only because her actions had saved some lives, but also because she remembered something.

The Flameheart Grass and the Flame Illusion Flower grow at almost the same time, so if you can see it here, you can naturally see the Flame Illusion Flower as well. Therefore—

Sure enough, after some time, a bright red flower, as beautiful as jade, quietly grew in the cracks of the rocks and was seen by everyone.

Although it hadn't bloomed yet, and was just a small, delicate bud, Celia was quite pleased to see it.

She rushed forward, then crouched down to carefully examine the situation, and said:

"It's in perfect condition and won't bloom for about three months. Ronan, could you help me move it?"

"This is the Heavenly Vein Dragon. We don't know where it will fly to in three months. And there's only one plant. It's really too few."

"It should contain seeds, wait until it blooms..."

Celia spoke at length, and after she finished, Ronan frowned slightly and asked with some doubt:

"You can move it yourself, right?"

In his view, the flowers had been found, and the rest was no longer his task; he still had the captured ingredients to process.

As he pondered, Celia sighed helplessly and explained:

“I understand what you mean, but I don’t have time magic. Even if you move it with the soil and flowers, it won’t live for long.”

Ronan, regaining his composure, said, "Then why don't I just use time magic to help it bloom?"

After saying that, Ronan realized he had overlooked something.

Time magic is somewhat special in this world; it only affects time, not matter, so it cannot help plants grow. In fact, it would cause plants to instantly lose nutrients and die.

Similar to human growth, growth requires the consumption of energy, such as proteins and glycogen, and energy does not appear out of thin air.

As for the magic of blooming...

Thinking of this, Ronan glanced at Vlamé, knowing that Celia would never back down in front of her apprentice, so he didn't mention it.

Seria knew this too, so the conversation ended, and the Flame Flower was sealed away with the use of time magic.

The group searched the volcanic area for a while longer, during which time fire dragons and fire crocodiles appeared one after another.

Ronan killed and disposed of the body, and seeing that he had a full haul, he slowly left.

By this time, it was already broad daylight. The group found a relatively safe place, took out the ingredients they had brought, and began preparing breakfast.

When they were about 70% full, Celia suggested that they continue to look for some herbs to take back and plant.

The appearance of a Celestial Dragon is rare; the next one might not be for hundreds of years.

Given that there was still some time, Ronan thought about it and did not refuse.

He also wanted to bring back more tree fruits.

……

ground.

A startled cry suddenly shattered the silence in the room.

"Eh! My master is actually the Pope of the Goddess Church?!"

"Really!?"

Matilda's face was filled with disbelief.

Although she did not open the letter delivered by the bird, the distinctive mark of the Church of Goddess on the letter was unmistakable.

Moreover, the letter's heading prominently displayed the words: "To His Holiness the Pope."

God knows what kind of shock those words brought to Matilda; countless thoughts surged through her mind like a tidal wave.

"If my grandmaster is the Pope, then what is my master? Can the Pope marry?"

"My mind is a bit of a mess, senior sister."

"When did my grandmaster become pope? Why was I completely unaware of it? Does my master know?"

This series of questions caught Minus off guard.

Not to mention Matilda, even she, an elf who had long mingled in the human world, had never heard of such news.

In her mind, the Pope should not be allowed to marry.

Although the management of the Church of the Goddess is not always so strict, there are some special cases.

But... the image of her junior sister couldn't help but appear in Minus's mind.

If things continue to develop as previously discussed, this will no longer be just a matter of human relations.

Rather... it is blasphemy.

Thinking of this, Minus felt a headache coming on.

Looking at the letter in Matilda's hand, Minus felt an urge to open it and find out what it contained.

However, after thinking about it, I held back.

She took a deep breath, looked at Matilda, and nodded:

“Master must know, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so confident when he told us those things before.”

"The only question right now is, what is Master's opinion? What is his relationship with the goddess?"

"Junior sister, do you believe in the existence of goddesses?"

Matilda shook her head without hesitation; she didn't believe it.

In fact, only elves over five hundred years old could be the goddess's faithful followers, and she is only two hundred years old this year.

At that moment, Matilda raised her head, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes, and some bold guesses involuntarily surfaced in her mind.