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

"Of course, we should start with the simple things first, and because it is weak, it can be sealed in time if something unexpected happens."

"I don't want you to get hurt; this is magic that seals away demons."

Celia handed over another magic book.

Ronan reached out and took it, looking at the words on it, and couldn't help but sigh, "Selena really knows how to handle things."

They are far superior to those young elves.

He sat down cross-legged, preparing to absorb all this knowledge while pondering the time it would take to reach the labyrinth.

Suddenly, a grape appeared in front of me.

He opened his mouth and ate it without thinking.

then.

"Ok?"

Weiwei was stunned on the spot.

Chapter 144, Mislen's Frustration; Maid Celia

"Captain, we're almost there."

Eight kilometers away from the Tower of Night Cries, in a sea area, there is a ship whose prow resembles a white lark in its cabin.

A fair-skinned female elf with a large nose, while looking at a map, gave a reminder to a male elf who was resting with his eyes closed.

The male elf sat leaning back in a chair, his face abnormally pale, resembling a young boy, with dark circles under his eyes as thick as a panda's.

His bright silver hair could have made him even more handsome, but with his unique temperament, it made him appear even more decadent.

"Are we almost there..." He slowly raised his eyes upon hearing the female elf's voice.

One of his open black eyes was like still water, utterly devoid of any ripple. His voice was like unmelting ice, completely devoid of emotion:

"In that case, let me explain the situation."

"Have you found out who those two people are?"

The big-nosed elf frowned slightly, quickly glanced at the documents that had just been sent from the capital, and gently shook his head, saying:

"Sorry, Captain, not yet."

"The only thing that can be confirmed at present is that they have extraordinary language learning and perception abilities."

"In just one day, they were able to learn and become proficient in the common language, while also gaining a perception range of over five kilometers..."

"This five kilometers is probably not their limit, because the island's diameter is only five kilometers."

"Moreover, they are very strong. At least our squad, the maze control team, is no match for them."

"Otherwise, they wouldn't have urgently sought our support."

The silver-haired elf paid no attention to the words "quick to learn" or "strong in strength".

In his view, the longer one lives, the stronger one should become.

He cares more about the range of perception.

"Five kilometers..."

This number is somewhat exaggerated; at least in terms of modern magic as he is familiar with, there doesn't seem to be such a number.

It's most likely ancient magic.

Thinking of this, he nodded slightly, his gaze drifting through the window to the shimmering sea outside, his tone still indifferent:

"I understand. Let's speed up and try to get there before today."

"Let me know when you arrive, I'm going out for a bit."

Having said that, he slowly got up and left the house. Although he looked somewhat unwell as he walked, the female elf did not stop him.

As the youngest and most respectful elf in the team, she was also the one who respected the captain the most.

Patadru knew perfectly well what kind of feelings the captain harbored towards the labyrinth.

—It was a hatred that ran deep into the bones.

Bang. The door slammed shut.

Patadlu sighed:

"Sigh, I wonder if the desires that the captain lost to the demons can ever come back."

"If only the demon imprisoned in the Tower of Night Cries was the same one the captain encountered back then."

The captain's name is Mislen. Decades ago, while investigating the labyrinth, he accidentally became the master of the labyrinth and was thus betrayed by the demon.

From that time on, emotionally, nothing remained except the desire for revenge against the devil.

Physiologically, I lost my desire to sleep and my appetite... and I even went blind in one eye.

If it weren't for the meticulous care of his teammates and the other elves, he would probably have died decades ago.

"Looking back now, time really flies. More than a decade has passed since I joined this team."

"I've heard that there are several labyrinths near the Tower of Night Cries, one of which is called [Island], which was only discovered four years ago and isn't sealed off..."

"Honestly, why don't those short-lived species learn their lesson? What if they get out of control?"

"If they could all be as cautious as our maze investigation team, tragedies like the captain's should never happen again."

“What a pity…” Patadlu sighed softly.

She knew why those humans did it; the labyrinth symbolized endless wealth, and no one would refuse it.

Even though they knew that what lay ahead was an endless abyss.

So… she snapped out of her reverie, clenched her fist, and became even more determined to destroy the Tower of Night Cries.

At the same time, she decided that when she returned, she would also conduct a detailed risk assessment of the surrounding mazes.

If it becomes uncontrollable, suppress it immediately.

Just as she turned to leave the cabin and ordered the helmsman to speed up,

Suddenly, she remembered what the Queen had instructed her to do.

He stopped, clapped his hands, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face:

"Oh, right, and that senior...it's said she stole ancient magic from some scholars."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll have to bring her back with us when this mission is over."

"Just thinking about it is troublesome. I hope the senior won't be rough with a girl like me."

"I wonder if the captain can beat her."

Although the probability is slim, because one is over a thousand years old and the other is only nearly two hundred years old.

In terms of combat experience, the latter is definitely no match for the former, but what if?

As far as Patadru knows, the captain is very powerful.

He possesses unparalleled teleportation skills, capable of moving anything he touches away.

Even the head is no exception.

"Huh~"

Thinking of this, bloody images flashed through her mind, and Patadru shuddered violently.

She decided to observe the situation further, hoping to prevent it from escalating to the worst possible outcome.

otherwise…

……

……

At the same time, on the island.

Ronan chewed on the grapes in his mouth and fell silent for no apparent reason.

He spat out the grape skins and looked at Celia:

I said…

"Stop talking."

Celia decisively interrupted him, her eyes darting away, and reached for the fruit plate beside her.

"It was just a momentary urge, don't take it to heart."

She didn't know why she did that; perhaps she was just too engrossed in watching.

Unconsciously, he imitated Melphine's movements, wanting to see Ronan's reaction.

result…

To be honest, serving others is something most people can't do.

Ronan remained silent.

Just as he was wondering whether he should eat another grape to ease the tension, Celia suddenly stood up and said:

"Well, I'll be going now. You can stay here and look around at your leisure. Oh, by the way, would you like to try some of the unique fruits of this world?"

"When they were distributing supplies this morning, they gave me some. I guess they wanted to rebuild our relationship."

"What a boring bunch of idiots."

She said she was bored, but seeing the upturned corners of her mouth, she was still quite satisfied.

Because she felt very comfortable being complimented by others.

Ronan snapped out of his thoughts and nodded:

"Then let's have some."

Soon, Celia left and came back in carrying a fruit the size of a human head.

According to her, this is a subspecies of watermelon, possessing considerable magic in this world.