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

Chapter 137, Demons in the Cotton Field, Whips, Fried Chicken, and Watermelons—This is Justice!

"You're Todd? Hmm, not bad. Do you have a title?"

Inside the room, Ronan looked at the dark-skinned girl who walked in and asked with great interest.

At first, he thought that the magic that accelerated the growth of crops was developed by the elderly demons who were skilled in magic research.

It was far too complex; even Celia hadn't mastered it.

It wasn't until I saw Todd in front of me that I felt somewhat surprised.

"You are very young. I've heard that you are skilled in curse magic and your knowledge far surpasses that of most demons. Is that true?"

Ronan asked another question.

Todd took a deep breath, trying to suppress his fear and anxiety, and replied with feigned respect, bowing his head:

"It's true, but I wouldn't presume to say it far surpasses my abilities; it's just that I'm a step ahead."

"I currently have no title, and as for any reward... I dare not accept it."

"Serving you is our duty as demons."

She wasn't naive enough to think that a hero would be so kind, so she had to be careful not to fall into his trap.

Upon hearing this, Ronan revealed a meaningful smile:

"No title? That's good."

Titles are something that demons who have killed too many people receive, in order to distinguish them from ordinary demons.

The fact that Todd has no title confirms that she is a demon who has not yet posed a threat to humans.

In that case, a reward must be given.

Not only can it cause the demon race to split and become involuntarily divided, but it can also effectively reduce their desire to resist.

Thinking this through, Ronan gathered his thoughts and, in front of Solitaire, said in a serious tone:

"Reward those who have made contributions and punish those who have committed crimes; this is my attitude towards life."

"Although you are a demon, we cannot ignore the tireless efforts you have made day and night in developing food magic."

"Let's set the weight at 500 jin for now."

"Three hundred catties of wheat and two hundred catties of meat, what do you think?"

Todd's previously downcast eyes lit up instantly.

meat…

She subconsciously swallowed. She had been on this island for three years, and she had eaten meat very rarely, maybe even less than five times in total.

Compared to their previous state of indiscriminate hunting and consuming tens or hundreds of kilograms of prey at a time, their current state is extremely dire.

However, now…

"No...that's not right!"

Just as she was immersed in the illusory anticipation and happiness of the delicious food, reality hit her like a heavy hammer, rudely waking her up.

A hero would never be so kind; there must be some conspiracy involved.

嗏

"200 pounds! I haven't had a full meal in ages. This shouldn't be a problem, right...?"

"No, Todd, how could you be so easily bribed... But I'm so hungry."

She bit her lower lip, torn between her inner conflict, finding it incredibly difficult to make a decision.

At this moment, Ronan seemed to have seen through her inner struggle.

In an instant, three hundred catties of wheat and two hundred catties of animal flesh appeared out of thin air in the room.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, but Todd found the aroma incredibly sweet, pulling her thoughts back to reality.

Those chunks of bright red flesh and blood were like small mountains of banknotes piled up in front of her, making it impossible for her to resist.

Todd, who was originally determined to be Ronan's enemy, was instantly swayed.

She glanced at Solitaire, her eyes seeming to ask, "Can I really take these things?"

Solitaire's lips twitched slightly; she seemed to understand Ronan's methods.

But at this moment, she was powerless to stop it and could only say helplessly:

"Well, take it. You deserve all of this. Remember, you must continue to serve Lord Ronan from now on."

Todd was overjoyed and quickly left with the flesh and food.

Conspiracy? Nothing is more important than filling one's stomach, after all, only by filling one's stomach can one seek revenge.

Watching her departing figure, Solitaire sighed deeply in her heart.

There was no chance left. Ronan's move was a decisive blow, directly seizing the lifeline of all the demons.

Even if she arranges for someone to conceive the hero's child, the hero could still betray her by squandering his flesh and blood.

"As expected, none of the demons can be trusted. It seems we'll have to find another opportunity."

"Direct seduction is unlikely, but what about a chance encounter?"

Solitaire narrowed her eyes; she knew that in the human world, such an encounter was called love at first sight.

Once you fall in love at first sight, even the bravest person will succumb, but you must have human emotions, otherwise it cannot develop further.

With the thought in mind, Solitaire made her decision.

She plans to find the Demon King's notes, study them carefully, and then use them to teach in the future.

A moment later, Solitaire turned and left the room with Ronan, preparing to go to the granary to collect grain.

When Ronan arrived at the granary, he saw a man standing in front of the mountain of grain, performing some kind of operation.

He waved his hand, and the wheat in front of him instantly turned into a golden expanse, dazzling like gold.

"Turning stone into gold?" Ronan raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing some surprise.

Hearing footsteps, the man slowly turned around.

What came into view was a pale face with a pair of large, curved horns; he looked like a young man and was handsome.

Seeing this, Solitaire introduced:

"This is Mahat, who possesses the magic of turning everything into gold. He is currently working in the granary, responsible for turning grain into gold for long-term storage."

“Mahat, this is the hero, and also our current master.”

Mahathir nodded slightly, his face expressionless.

Like most demons, he now lives in accordance with the natural order, disliking fighting and risking his life.

Ronan asked, "Everything turns to gold? Does it mean turning into real gold?"

This is incredible; even alchemy isn't this convenient.

What's the difference between this and having unlimited wealth at your disposal...? Oh, there is a difference.

It cannot be used to cross worlds, and gold is not a universal currency.

“Gold?” Solitaire shook her head with a wry smile. “You’re mistaken, Hero.”

“The gold created by Mahat has no real value; it only looks like gold.”

"Time will be permanently suspended for any substance sealed in gold, and will only continue to flow on the day it is unsealed."

"I see," Ronan nodded.

Overall, the so-called "everything turns to gold" is more like time stopping, only wrapped in a layer of gold.

No wonder Mahathir was placed here.

Just as Ronan was pondering this, Solitaire stepped forward and ordered Mahat to degolden 91% of the wheat.

Upon hearing this, Mahat frowned, but still slowly carried out the operation.

When the wheat was only three meters tall, Mahat's eyes gradually changed.

Is that right? I don't know, but he knows he's going to go hungry.

Demons can only empathize when faced with hunger.

……

Meanwhile, in another somewhat dilapidated demon settlement...

Todd had just returned with the grain Ronan had given him, and before he could even find a place to settle down, he was surrounded by a group of ragged demon children.

Although in terms of status and strength, as a great demon, he could easily scare these children away with just a little magic.

However, the Demon King once issued a strict order that children are the future of the demon race, and every adult demon has the obligation to help them grow.

Todd didn't quite understand the meaning of "obligation."

But she knew that bullying the weak would no longer earn her respect, but would instead result in severe punishment, and that was enough.

"Sister Todd, I'm hungry..."

"Sister Todd, please share some food with us. Mom and Dad are at work and don't care about us at all..."

The children chattered amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony.

Although the current social structure of the demon race has gradually shifted from individual survival to family-based units.

However, there are still many demons who do not understand the meaning of family and are unable to properly care for their children.

Todd was somewhat upset.

I really want to say that it's very common for parents to neglect their children in the demon race, and that's how she herself grew up.

But then he thought about the current situation and knew that these young demons could not go out to hunt, so he could only curse under his breath.

She gritted her teeth, then slowly relaxed them, pondering for a long time.

In the end, in order to avoid being discovered by the Demon King and punished, she still took out ten catties of wheat and distributed them to the children.

Watching the children scatter, preparing to go home and cook while their parents were away, Todd felt a complex and indescribable feeling welling up inside him.