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

At that moment, her eyes lit up.

It seems I've figured something out.

Was it because of his ability? Or because of his identity?

Not sure.

Ronan noticed Frillie's secretly observing gaze.

Ronan instinctively turned his head, only to see that Frillian quickly looked away at the same time, pretending to be nonchalant.

The two continued moving forward quickly.

Their glances met, revealing a multitude of unspoken words, yet both chose to remain silent.

"You two..."

In front.

Viscount Marco was giving a detailed account of the manor's layout.

But Ronan was preoccupied with what was to come and had no interest in listening to him.

After passing through the courtyard and entering the building, they arrived at a lavishly decorated living room, where Ronan and Frilian sat down on a soft sofa.

Soon, several well-trained servants came over to greet them.

Before me was a steaming bowl of black tea, emitting an enticing aroma.

Ronan took a sip.

Perhaps Martin had previously told Viscount Marco his request.

As soon as Viscount Marco returned, he rushed to his study and soon came out with a magic book.

"There's nothing much to offer, but I hope you two won't mind. Thank you for saving my nephew."

Viscount Marco sat opposite Ronan, his seemingly amiable tone carrying a subtle hint of restraint.

He solemnly handed the spellbook to Ronan:

"I've heard that you, Lord Ronan, are collecting rare magic spells, is that right?"

"I happen to have one here."

"Although it's nothing to mention, I hope you won't find it offensive."

"There are other gifts to be given as thanks."

In fact, when his nephew initially said that Ronan was a strong man experiencing the lives of ordinary people, Viscount Marco didn't believe it at all.

In his view, with the demons about to invade and the situation so tense, no powerful figure would be so idle.

However, his nephew's unwavering tone, even his words of guaranteeing with his life, made Viscount Marco hesitate.

In the end, he thought it wouldn't hurt to give it a try, since it concerned his life.

If you don't take it seriously and neglect it, you and your entire family will ultimately suffer.

Therefore, if Ronan is to be treated as a true strongman, this gift of gratitude becomes extremely important.

Giving money is definitely out of the question; that's too vulgar and doesn't suit the status of a powerful person at all. Besides, it's hard to say whether the other party even needs it.

After thinking it over, the magic book my nephew mentioned was the most suitable.

Viscount Marco thought that a strongman like Ronan certainly wouldn't lack this.

But since he made this request... even though it is contradictory, there must be a reason for it.

Considering the spirits around him... perhaps this is just an excuse.

The goal is to gain rewards through adventure and then give them to the spirit, thus making the spirit stronger while cultivating a bond.

Similar to a simulation game...

To be honest, in all his years, this was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.

He couldn't help but marvel at how shrewd these big shots were; these days they weren't even letting elves go.

However, upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem to be a major problem, because the elf has indeed grown.

There's no need to expose them; if they want to play along, let them.

As a "commoner," his only task was to ensure that everyone had a good time.

Viscount Marco sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat melancholy.

Seeing Ronan take the spellbook, glance at it, and then hand it to Frilian beside him…

Viscount Marco thought to himself that his guess was right after all, and thankfully he was cautious and made the right choice.

Chapter 15, Section 16: Human Enhancement Magic

"A magic that greatly enhances dynamic vision?" Ronan had no idea what Viscount Marco was thinking.

He recalled the contents of the book, his expression calm yet thoughtful.

Significantly enhances dynamic visuals…

Is it defying the heavens? No, it's not.

Simply put, it's about enhancing your perception of the trajectories of other moving objects, allowing you to dodge attacks more quickly.

Ronan clearly remembered a scene like this from a comic book he had read years ago.

The apocalypse has broken out, and zombies roam freely. The male protagonist injects himself with a human enhancement agent, and when he goes outside, he can clearly see the trajectory of every raindrop.

At that time, Ronan thought this scene was extremely impressive. He thought that if he could see tens of thousands of raindrops, he would surely be able to slaughter zombies.

As it turned out, they still couldn't win the subsequent battles.

Because the human body has limits, and these limits are the threshold at which dynamic vision can achieve its full potential.

Being able to see and dodge pistol bullets does not mean you can dodge sniper bullets.

Therefore, breaking limits is particularly important.

The current Ronan, however, is not subject to such extreme constraints.

in other words.

This magic was practically tailor-made for him.

This will allow him to maximize his current strengths.

Ronan sat upright on the sofa, his eyes lowered, his expression calm, pondering whether this kind of magic, combined with high-speed movement, might have a surprising effect.

Just now, I couldn't keep up with the 20x speed, and then the 30x, 50x, 100x speeds...

It would be a shame to leave it idle in the function bar without improving its dynamic visuals.

"What kind of magic is this?" Frilian also glanced at the magic book, but due to the large number of words, she couldn't decipher it for a moment.

Ronan casually remarked:

"In terms of classification, it belongs to human enhancement magic, similar to the enhancement magic used by monks, but the operating mechanism is different."

"It has a significant effect on mages, including warriors and other classes."

After speaking, he looked up at Viscount Marco.

“I never expected that Viscount Marco would have such a rare collection in your home… I am very pleased with this gift.”

“Hey, there’s no need to use honorifics with me. You’re my nephew’s savior.”

Viscount Marco waved his hands repeatedly, clearly not daring to let Ronan address him that way.

This was not only because of the other party's hidden identity, but more so because they were shocked by the speed at which the other party analyzed the magic.

That's amazing.

He had shown this kind of magic to others before, but even some top-tier magicians took a full minute to analyze it.

Compared to Ronan's glance...

Unless he had previously studied this kind of magic, his magical skill was definitely more profound than he imagined.

Viscount Marco took a deep breath, calmed himself for a moment, paused briefly, and then said:

"I'm glad you're satisfied. It's true, just as you said, that's human enhancement magic, which enhances the visual part."

"Throughout history, the eyes have been the most important organ for humans in their battles against enemies."

"Countless people lost their lives on the battlefield because they did not see the enemy's attack in time."

"But with it, combat capabilities can be greatly enhanced, and some attacks that were previously unavoidable can now be avoided."

"Elves can also use it; the effect lasts for ten minutes."

Viscount Marco's purpose in sending this magic book was certainly not just to thank Ronan, but also to curry favor with him and his mistress, Frilian.

No one who has reached a noble position is a fool; even the flattery of today is tinged with a hint of testing.

You can't believe everything your nephew says.

But given the current situation, he observed Ronan's every move and was about 70-80% convinced.

Ronan nodded: "Elves can use it too? That's good."

"Ten minutes is enough."

He was equally astute and saw through Viscount Marco's little scheme at a glance, knowing his intention in sending out this magic.

That captain of the guard named Martin must have said something to him.

The current unusual attitude stems from those words.

"It should be something like saying I'm very strong and shouldn't be messed with. Admiring strength... indeed, even nobles can't escape this."

Ronan sighed inwardly, though he had expected this to happen.

But when he saw a nobleman, who was high above others and could decide their life and death, being so cautious and timid in front of him.

An indescribable sense of joy slowly spread through his heart like ripples.

This is what it feels like to be respected by others. Of course, we cannot ignore the fact that all of this is brought about by Feng Lingyueying.