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

This has never happened before.

……

At the same time.

The torture chamber.

"Have you found out anything?"

Viscount Marco's eerie voice echoed in the dimly lit space.

He looked at his nephew, frowned, and asked, "What exactly was the reason that group of adventurers attacked Lord Ronan?"

"Are they a bunch of lunatics?"

Martin chose to follow Ronan because he overheard their conversation at the grain market.

Therefore, they knew nothing about the two of them purchasing magical artifacts.

At this moment, after Martin extracted information from the boxer, his expression was extremely complicated.

He glanced around warily, making sure no one was eavesdropping, before lowering his voice to say:

“Uncle, I’ve found out, but… I’m not sure if this information is true.”

"According to him, the reason for taking action against Lord Ronan was because Lord Ronan had spent six thousand gold coins to buy a batch of magical artifacts."

"You know how people like them are, living on the edge. They'll do anything for money. Six thousand gold coins..."

"A fortune comparable to that of an ordinary earl, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to resist either."

"Not to mention, this is an adventurer team composed entirely of elites."

"Look..."

His voice was very low, as if he were doing something shady.

Viscount Marco's face darkened, and he slapped her across the face.

Snapped!

"What are you looking at? Do you think I'm one of those brainless idiots? If he can come up with 6000 gold coins, can't you tell what kind of background he has?"

“Let me tell you, he has more than six thousand gold coins on him. Just today, he took out another five thousand gold coins to join forces with me to regulate the grain industry.”

"Eleven thousand gold coins, what a generous gesture! Even a count with a century-old family line might not be as wealthy as him."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg of the wealth he has revealed..."

He took a deep breath, a hint of determination in his eyes.

"As expected, my guess was right. He is definitely one of the top people on the continent."

"therefore."

Viscount Marco emphasized his words.

"Don't tell me anything about hiring adventurers to ambush them on their way back, and don't mention poisoning them either."

“If something really goes wrong, the combined lives of my entire family wouldn’t be enough to kill him.”

"..."

Did I say that? I didn't say that. Isn't all of this just your own imagination?

Martin was stunned by the blow, but he quickly recovered and took all the blame.

The Viscount is supreme, and he has never entertained such dark thoughts.

It's all my own fault.

As a nephew.

It was absolutely wrong of him to have such thoughts. He deserved to be beaten, he deserved to die, he…

Martin was slapping himself when Viscount Marco coughed twice and suddenly stopped him.

"Alright, that's enough. It's good that you recognize your mistake. Leave the rest to me."

"Remember, this matter must be kept strictly confidential and absolutely must not be known to any third party."

"It is a great honor for the Miller family to have Your Excellency Ronan grace us with your presence. We must not treat our distinguished guest with disrespect."

“Starting tomorrow, I will no longer be able to show my face, as I need to prepare a gift of gratitude, which concerns the future of my Miller family.”

"You'll be his guide. You're responsible for fulfilling his every need. If you encounter any problems you can't solve, then come find me. Got it?"

Viscount Marco's instructions were lengthy, seemingly requiring meticulous consideration of every aspect to achieve perfection.

Martin nodded knowingly, with a do-or-die determination:

"Yes, I remember, Uncle. I will definitely make them happy."

"Very good, I'll wait and see."

Viscount Marco nodded slightly, a smile returning to his face, a stark contrast to his earlier anger.

It seems that they can already foresee the prosperous future of their family.

Chapter 17, Section 18: The Harvest - 23 Magical Tools

The next day.

As dawn broke, Ronan and Frilian were already sitting in a room, each lost in thought.

Frillie didn't sleep very well last night.

He knocked on Ronan's door early in the morning, carrying the magical artifacts he had bought yesterday, eager to organize them.

For Frilian

The only thing that could make her happy was probably obtaining special magical items.

although.

She might not need it.

"Let's begin."

With a focused expression, Frilian stared at the moss-covered magical artifacts in front of her, then reached out and gently picked one up.

As the magic surged, the moss peeled away, gradually revealing the true form of the radiant gold.

It was a bell, but she didn't shake it, because she knew without trying that it was a sound-based magical device.

Its effects are currently unclear; it would be troublesome if it were fatal.

She gently placed the bell on the ground, then picked up the second one.

On the other side, Ronan, although it was his first time encountering something like this, followed Frillian's example and imitated her actions.

Soon, a golden bell appeared before them.

The golden bell, along with the previous golden chime, made Ronan frown slightly.

It has to be said that this color scheme is really tacky, but in the current era, it seems perfectly normal.

Put it down, then continue, like scratching a lottery ticket.

The third item is a hollowed-out wooden stick inlaid with gemstones.

Because the stick itself is not resistant to corrosion, even though it is made of special wood, it has decayed beyond recognition after more than 1,300 years.

After processing, only the gemstone remained. Frilian looked at it and then handed it to Ronan.

"Here you go, these are essential for making a wand."

“If I remember correctly, you don’t have a wand. I’m not sure if you need one, but magic-conducting gems of this quality are extremely rare.”

"That would save about a thousand gold coins."

"If we sell it."

"That works... but you shouldn't be short of money, right?"

Indeed, after spending these few days together, Ronan had gained some understanding of things like wands.

A magic wand, to put it simply, is just a stick.

While the stick itself is important, and some special woods can conduct magic, they are far less important than the gems bound to it.

A gem of exceptional quality can reduce magic loss by more than 90%.

Frilian herself doesn't have one, because it's too expensive; in the entire village, only the village chief owns one.

Even the one that the village chief possessed could only reduce losses by about 30%.

In comparison, the gem Ronan has is probably worth about 70%.

The gap is obvious.

Ronan looked up:

"Are you serious about giving this to me? Don't you need one yourself? Don't forget, this is something I'm giving to you."

“I haven’t forgotten, but this thing is too expensive.”

Frillie shook her head; she knew her own limitations.

Spending six thousand gold coins to buy a bunch of magical artifacts with unknown effects can be considered an investment, similar to buying lottery tickets.

But if she wins the lottery, the prize money must be split equally, otherwise she would feel really bad about it.

Seeing this, Ronan knew that Frillie had her own bottom line, so he let her be.

He accepted the gem, but in his heart he thought that he had no use for it at all.

If you possess infinite magic power, is there any point in reducing energy consumption?

I'll have someone process it and send it back sometime; consider it an investment to build goodwill.

Sometimes it's not so bad to treat the world like a game.

Thoughts drifted away, and as time passed, the magical artifacts revealed their true forms one by one.

When it was fully light, everything finally came to an end.