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

After careful calculation, Ronan determined that there were two damaged magical artifacts, twenty intact ones, and three worn-out ones.

This time, a total of twenty-five magical artifacts were purchased, costing a total of six thousand gold coins. Excluding the damaged ones, each artifact cost an average of two hundred and sixty gold coins.

The price of that gemstone exceeded one thousand gold coins.

At the same time, according to the market price, an ordinary magical artifact is worth about 240 gold coins.

240*22 + 1000 equals 6280.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems quite worthwhile; I didn't lose money but actually made over two hundred.

Although old and damaged items are not very valuable, they are still antiques at least.

Overall, the shopping trip went quite smoothly.

Ronan nodded in satisfaction:

"Not bad, I didn't expect the magic device business to be so profitable. No wonder those guys wanted to rob us."

"Even if you don't need these things, selling them would probably be enough to feed your village for thousands of years."

"How do we assess their capabilities next?"

"Frilian, can you?"

Frillie hesitated for a moment, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes, before finally shaking her head gently.

"I don't know how, but the village chief does. Should we go back now?"

"Six thousand three hundred gold coins... and probably much more. I'm worried..."

"Don't worry, with me here, no one will dare to make a move. As for going back..."

Ronan glanced at the sky outside the window and shook his head.

"It's too early now. We've finally made it to a human city, and it would be a shame to go back after just one day.

"Don't forget, our bronze statue isn't finished yet."

"Have you come to any thoughts about what happened last night?"

"To refuse or to agree?"

Frillie lowered her eyes, gently biting her pink lips. After hesitating for a while, she slowly raised her eyes and said:

"Are you sure that simply erecting a bronze statue will deter the Demon King's army?"

“Of course.” Ronan nodded.

Even if it cannot deter them, it can make them hesitate and waver in their subsequent actions.

After all, aren't demons and elves, and indeed all of humanity, sworn enemies?

"At worst, we'll live here in the future, and you can show up again when the Demon King's army comes. All rumors are less effective than seeing it with their own eyes."

"I will deal with them myself."

Frillie was moved by these words, but before she could agree, she suddenly caught a key word.

—Do you live here?

--us?

She suddenly looked up, about to ask Ronan if he was serious.

Ronan seemed to sense Frillie's thoughts and added with a smile:

"Of course, I'm just using an analogy. I know you're an elf and have never liked contact with humans."

"But there must always be some kind of communication magic in this world."

"If the Demon King's army appears and informs us, we will have plenty of time to come."

What are your thoughts?

Frillie was speechless. If that was the case, she could accept it.

She nodded slightly in agreement.

Then, the two carefully stuffed the twenty-odd magical artifacts into their backpacks.

He then left the room, intending to go to the market to have the sculpture appraised after it was completed.

As the local overlord, Viscount Marco, by using their name, would surely deter any fools from causing trouble.

Sound-related...

I don't know if it's a hypnotic tool.

Chapter 18, Section 19: It's all because of greed.

After a period of time.

"What?! Twenty-three magical tools!?"

Inside a shop in the bustling city that specializes in appraising magical artifacts.

The shopkeeper was deeply shocked when he saw what Ronan and Frilian had brought.

Under what circumstances did he not touch it? (crossed out)

He had never encountered this situation before.

Twenty-three items.

They all look like ancient magical artifacts…

Even though many adventurers have come to appraise similar items, most of them are defective products or modern handicrafts.

It's important to know that magicians are extremely rare throughout the world.

Take the northern continent for example, there are only a little over three hundred people at most.

To create magical artifacts, a mage not only needs to possess superb forging skills, but also to be proficient in the corresponding magic.

Such stringent conditions and restrictions make magical tools increasingly precious and rare.

The items that usually enter the market are mostly from several decades to one or two hundred years ago.

And what we have now is a thousand years ago... a total of twenty-three items.

Even if the maze ruins are nearby, it shouldn't be this exaggerated!

As thoughts raced through his mind, a hint of greed quietly arose, though of course it wasn't about murder or robbery.

I just felt that since these two people had asked me to appraise their magic, it meant they definitely couldn't appraise magic.

This is an excellent information gap that must be taken advantage of.

Even if I can only earn a few hundred gold coins from it, that's enough to live a carefree life for several years!

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the shopkeeper's face instantly plastered with a fawning smile as he rubbed his fingers together and looked at Ronan:

"You are very lucky, sir."

"Please rest assured that our shop has always adhered to the principle of honesty and trustworthiness, and will definitely provide you with the most sincere and professional service."

"Excuse me, do you wish to have all twenty-three magical artifacts appraised at the same time?"

Ronan remained silent and looked at Frilian.

Frillie nodded slightly.

"Yes."

Upon seeing this, the store manager's excitement grew even stronger.

However, he still managed to remain calm and accepted the commission with a smile.

"Please wait a moment."

He turned and went into the dark room behind him, and soon came out with a magic book.

Just as he was about to cast the appraisal spell after opening the book, Ronan suddenly spoke:

"Wait, is this magic book for sale?"

I almost forgot something.

Since all magic is recorded in magic books, why doesn't he learn it himself and become self-sufficient?

It's troublesome to keep looking for people, and their skills aren't necessarily good.

After he started using his cheat codes, he became an absolute genius.

He can use any magic directly once he gets his hands on it, and he is more skilled than some veterans.

The store manager was stunned when he heard this.

He thought he had misheard, and his right hand, which was about to use magic, froze in mid-air.

Sell ​​it? Are you kidding me? This is his livelihood. How will he make money if he sells it?

He opened this shop three months ago and has earned about thirty gold coins so far. His only expense is the rent…

If we sell it, the income will inevitably decrease significantly.

Is this some kind of deliberate attempt by competitors to cause trouble?

Staring at Ronan.

The more I look at it, the more it resembles the real thing.

The store manager snorted coldly and said irritably:

"Don't joke around, sir. This magic is absolutely not for sale, not even if you offer three hundred gold coins."

"Three hundred? That's so cheap?" Ronan was somewhat surprised.

It wasn't the shopkeeper's temper that surprised me, but rather that he directly stated the lower limit of the price for identifying magic.

That's not high.

Just as Ronan was about to say something, the store manager on the other side was shocked.

Three hundred? Cheap? Does this kid even know anything about gold coins?!