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

If you turn off Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, you will lose infinite life, infinite stamina, infinite mana, and infinite talent.

He was just a fledgling magician.

Even Frilian is not as good as her.

Therefore, we still need to become stronger.

Only by reaching one-tenth of your normal level when you're at your peak can you establish yourself on this continent.

Even if the cheat code is removed one day, you can still live a carefree life.

At this moment, Ronan's heart was filled with turmoil, so much so that he lost interest in listening to what Viscount Marco was saying.

It wasn't until Frilian gently patted the back of his hand that the soft touch brought him back to reality.

"Where were we?" Ronan asked.

Viscount Marco was taken aback, mistakenly thinking that his words had been a bit long-winded and annoyed the other party, and quickly said:

"Regarding the issue of improving the food market that you mentioned earlier."

"To be honest, your thoughts coincide with mine."

"However, I don't have enough funds to raise grain prices and attract merchants from other places to come here."

"How much money do you need?" Ronan asked bluntly.

Since Viscount Marco had given him such a generous gift, he naturally couldn't be stingy.

As for whether flaunting wealth will attract covetousness?

It’s different in the past.

In the current situation, the more money he can squander, the more respect Viscount Marco will show him, because it represents an unfathomable identity.

Listen to Ronan's confident tone, as if he could buy up the entire grain market.

Viscount Marco hesitated for a moment, a hint of probing flashing in his eyes.

He bit his lip slightly and carefully uttered a number:

Five thousand gold coins.

"My Miller family can contribute around two thousand, and the remaining three thousand..."

Viscount Marco's full name was Marco Miller. His family had a history of two hundred years and was considered an old noble family.

Even so, without harming the family's foundation, they could only offer two thousand gold coins.

Viscount Marco felt he had gone too far by asking Ronan to produce three thousand coins at once.

Although the investment can be recouped in the future, as the value of the trade routes opened is immeasurable, the payback period is completely uncertain.

He was prepared to return empty-handed.

did not expect…

"Three thousand? That's too little. Let's round it up to five thousand, but I have one request."

Ronan appeared calm.

He clasped his hands together, leaned slightly forward, and looked calmly at Viscount Marco.

"When I came here, I saw your statue in the square. How about we erect one for us too?"

He paused slightly, his eyes revealing a discerning eye.

"You're doing all this to enhance your prestige, aren't you?"

When nobles do things, it's always for power, fame, or profit, especially when it involves large financial investments.

Ronan absolutely does not believe in simple acts of kindness.

After all, not everyone can treat gold coins like dirt like he does.

Based on his noble and lordly status, and drawing on the novels he had read in his previous life, Ronan could deduce that Viscount Marco might be looking to advance further in his official career.

Public opinion is a good thing.

Chapter 16, Section 17: Erecting a Statue

Viscount Marco chuckled but did not directly respond to Ronan's words.

Some things are best left unsaid; there's no need to spell them out.

After the conversation ended, the two stayed behind because there were still some matters to be dealt with.

As for food... no rush.

It's still early.

It's okay to go back two or three days later.

However, in order not to worry the village chief and prevent him from thinking that he had abducted Frillie, Ronan still took Frillie back in the afternoon.

The village chief was very happy.

Although he was somewhat worried about Frilian staying in the human town, he let them be, since Ronan was a hero.

In the evening, the two returned to Viscount Marco's mansion.

……

"Yes, yes, Your Excellency Ronan, that's the expression you should maintain. Please keep it."

Inside a quiet room, the only sound was the clanging of metal.

Viscount Marco watched Ronan's pose, praising him repeatedly, then turned to Frillie, who was striking the same pose, and said...

“Miss Frilian, you look absolutely beautiful.”

"I believe that soon your names and images will spread throughout this city."

"On behalf of millions of people, I thank you."

Frillie yawned, feeling a bit sleepy, and paid no attention to Viscount Marco's praise.

If it weren't for this statue, she might have already gone home to sleep.

It's been a busy day.

Really.

Why did Ronan build the statue? She really didn't understand what purpose it served, or what it had to do with her.

Ronan paid for everything and did all the work; she was just a slacker.

He squinted at Ronan, but after a short while, urged by the sculptor, he resumed his indifferent expression.

Soon, the basic model of the statue was completed. By then it was already late, and the remaining details could only be finished the next day.

At this moment, servants came and properly arranged Ronan and Frilian in two adjacent rooms.

Before opening the door, Frillie suddenly turned to Ronan and asked, "Does the statue have any meaning?"

Why did you bring me along?

"You should know that as an elf, I don't care about these empty titles at all."

"You may not care, but others do, so there is a legitimate reason for your actions."

Ronan gripped the door handle, the light shining from the side, and he slowly began to speak:

“We’re not doing charity, so naturally we need to receive some compensation.”

"The reward is insignificant to them, so why not accept it?"

"Furthermore, this action can also serve as a boost to humanity. You should have heard that the demons are rampant in the vicinity."

"If your statue exists, it might even deter those demons, because in the eyes of others, it is a symbol of the union between elves and humans."

"of course."

As Ronan spoke, he slowly released his grip on the door with his right hand, looking calmly at Frillie.

"If you feel offended, I can also ask those sculptors to stop this tomorrow; this is just an experiment."

Regardless of what Frilian thought, Ronan wanted to experience what it felt like to be remembered by others.

This is proof of my existence, that everything that happened was not a dream.

In addition,

Ronan was just an ordinary person; his previous low profile was simply a matter of following the trend, because he had never been to a human town before and did not want to get entangled in trouble.

Just like the world's richest person, no matter how wealthy, can't flaunt their wealth every day.

But at the same time, no world's richest person never flaunts their wealth.

These are two extremes.

Ronan never goes to extremes.

He simply chose a middle ground, opting for a life that was neither too tiring nor too leisurely.

As an elf, Frilian naturally found it difficult to understand these human thoughts.

She looked at Ronan quietly and suddenly realized that she couldn't quite understand him.

Humans are so complex.

To truly understand them, we'll probably need to spend decades, or even centuries, getting to know them.

It's anyone's guess how old Ronan will be.

hope.

He was able to live a healthy life until his peaceful death.

I still owe a favor to someone who provides magical artifacts.

With a sigh, the two closed the door.

Frillie leaned against the door.

Unbeknownst to her, she had developed a subtle interest in humans without even realizing it.