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

Squinting, he considered it for a moment, and then tried to raise the price:

"Three hundred was just the previous price. Now that the ruins have appeared, there will only be more and more magical artifacts in the future."

"Five hundred pieces. I won't sell for less than five hundred pieces."

He was thinking to himself, "It's cheap, I'll give you a cheap price."

These days, it's really rare to see wealthy people from other places.

It would be a real shame not to take advantage of them.

Ronan was unaware of the store manager's complicated thoughts, and he was also unsure about the prices here. He was about to respond.

Just then, Martin, who was standing outside the door and in charge of guiding and guarding, couldn't sit still any longer.

boom!

He kicked the door open, his eyes wide with anger, and shouted:

"You unscrupulous merchant, I've put up with you for far too long!"

"They are the Viscount's distinguished guests. Is this how you do business?"

Martin was furious, but thankfully he was there today.

Otherwise, if Ronan were to be swindled by this unscrupulous merchant, he would be the first to suffer.

After all, as a guide, I failed to fulfill my responsibilities.

He had no doubt as to why Ronan had been tricked.

In his mind, someone as important as Ronan was someone who could spend several gold coins on a single meal.

It's perfectly normal to be unsure about prices.

It's just that the store manager is too cunning.

They must be severely punished!

Before the shopkeeper could react, Martin stormed into the house, sword in hand.

At this moment, the store manager finally panicked.

No, Your Excellency's distinguished guest?

Nobody told him that.

Oh no, this is a disaster!

Recalling what he had just done, the store manager's face turned ashen.

Although he was from out of town, as long as he did business in the city, he was subject to the jurisdiction of the local nobles.

Seeing the gleaming sword pressed against his neck, the shopkeeper couldn't help but swallow hard, his throat feeling dry and uncomfortable.

With an extremely unpleasant expression on his face, he forced a smile at Martin and stammered:

"Um, Mr. Martin, I really didn't mean to."

"Please, please forgive me this time, considering how often I have been filial to you in the past."

"A gift...yes, a gift from me! This appraisal magic book is free; I'll give it to these two distinguished guests out of my own pocket!"

Chapter 19, Part 20: The Updated Feng Lingyueying

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ronan, somewhat bewildered, accepted the magic book.

Although it happened quite suddenly, it felt pretty good to get something for free.

To avoid having to go back to the village to learn from the village chief and incur a favor.

Meanwhile, Martin kept a close eye on Ronan's expression.

Seeing his expression gradually brighten, my tense nerves relaxed a bit, and I quickly put on a smiling face.

"Whatever makes you happy. In my opinion, these unscrupulous shops that prey on outsiders should be shut down as soon as possible."

"If you still have any complaints, I can give the order and make sure he can't make it in any of the surrounding cities."

"So that he will never dare to do such unethical business again."

"Please believe me, Your Excellency has the ability."

After all, he was an old viscount with extensive connections.

Behind him, the shop manager, who had finally managed to pay to avoid trouble, heard this and, having just recovered a little, began to tremble uncontrollably again.

He was both shocked and furious, and couldn't help but curse silently:

Who the hell is this guy?! Damn it.

I've already given away an appraisal spell worth hundreds of gold coins, why won't they let me go...?

Is it really necessary to target me like this? Anyone who didn't know better would think he was your biological father...

It's so incredibly humiliating.

Upon hearing this, Ronan casually waved his hand dismissively, indicating that it was unnecessary.

He's in a good mood today and doesn't want to do anything drastic.

In his view, making money is not the same as killing someone, so to blacklist someone without saying a word is too extreme.

Let's leave aside the fact that Frillie was still by his side.

If I really drive the store manager to a dead end, and that guy gets desperate and puts a bounty on my head, then I'll have to go on a killing spree.

Just thinking about it makes me feel like it's a hassle.

Seeing this, Martin understood and breathed a sigh of relief again, because the store manager was his main source of tips.

If Ronan insists on punishing the store manager, then he will have no choice but to put on a show of putting righteousness before family.

After all, no amount of money is as important as one's own life.

fine…

"See that? Now get lost! You bastard, remember, I never want to see you again!"

As Martin spoke, he kicked the store manager hard, his tone full of relief after his initial relief.

The store manager was stunned for a moment, but the pain brought him back to his senses.

Immediately afterward, he forgot all about the shop, hurriedly got up from the ground, and ran frantically towards the door.

He kept saying "yes, yes, yes," looking even more humble than Martin.

After he left, the once noisy shop returned to its usual quiet.

Frillie then gave Martin a slightly strange look.

She tilted her head slightly, as if to say, "If you drive him away, what will happen to our magical artifacts?"

"!"

Noticing Frillie's subtle gaze, Martin felt his heart skip a beat, and a bead of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

He inwardly groaned, realizing he had been careless.

He dared not delay any longer and hurriedly ran towards the door, trying to find the store manager.

Just as he was becoming extremely anxious, Ronan suddenly called out to him.

"and many more."

As Ronan spoke, he quickly flipped through the magic book in his hand.

After several tens of seconds of careful examination, he had a general understanding of the mechanism by which this so-called identification magic worked.

It's quite simple.

Martin had to stop when he heard Ronan's voice.

Although he was extremely anxious at the moment, he dared not disobey his distinguished guest.

Martin slowly turned around, intending to ask Ronan with a smile what help he needed.

However, what he saw next was astonishing.

Ronan was skillfully using the Appraisal spell.

Her technique was so skillful, as if she had practiced countless times, almost exactly like the previous shop manager…

No, you can do it? You're not even pretending anymore?

He had previously thought that Ronan didn't have the Identification Magic, which was why he wanted to buy a copy to satisfy his curiosity.

However… judging by the current level of proficiency, Ronan absolutely did not believe that he had not mastered the appraisal magic for more than five years.

So skilled, yet he came here, even driving away his long-term meal ticket... Martin wanted to curse.

But then, he took a deep breath and his face was once again filled with a smile.

Because at this moment, he represents not only himself, but the entire Miller family.

You must never lose your composure, and you must never show the slightest disrespect.

Then, Martin watched helplessly as Ronan finished appraising the twenty-three magical artifacts one by one.

The speed increased with each attempt. At first, it took a minute, but later it took less than three seconds. He became numb to it.

Frillie, standing nearby, was also stunned. After Ronan finished the appraisal, she finally came to her senses and asked in surprise:

"Didn't you say you couldn't identify magic? Why...?"

Ronan seemed to have anticipated that Frilian would raise this question.

He interrupted, saying, "Nothing else, I just learned it on the spot. I'm a genius."

genius?

Martin was speechless. This was hardly a genius; it was clearly a big shot pretending to be a newbie to deceive an ignorant girl.

However, Frilian couldn't help but believe.