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

"Run away?"

He had thought he would find some novel cooking methods in the book, but upon closer inspection, nothing seemed amiss.

According to the description, large walking mushrooms are all over three meters tall.

The muscles, or fibers, in the feet can support such a huge volume, so their strength is undoubtedly immense.

And it's absolutely hard to chew.

“That makes sense.” Ronan nodded and continued reading.

Just then, Celia walked over with two packets of dried mushrooms.

She handed one of the packages to Ronan, looking puzzled, and said:

"Here, this is what they call dried walking mushrooms, but it looks no different from ordinary mushrooms to me."

"You joined just because of this? That's too casual."

“You don’t understand.” Ronan took it, popped one into his mouth, and chewed it.

He flipped through the book while speaking in a language Celia couldn't understand:

"It's good that anyone can join. This thing is just like a merchant membership; you can succeed by fabricating a name and phone number."

"It doesn't matter to them who joins, since there aren't that many people who like monsters."

"As long as the numbers look good on the surface, it'll boost book sales too..."

"I don't know who the author of this book is. It's a new edition, and it seems there's also an older version of the Maze Food Guide."

“…” Celia fell silent.

Sure enough, a generation gap still existed between her and the people of the other world.

At least in her eyes, joining the association was just as important as joining the Magic Association, requiring careful consideration.

Thinking of this, she let out a sigh and shook her head helplessly:

"Whatever makes you happy. I've never heard of merchant memberships or anything like that. I only have one question: how does it taste?"

"Crack."

The voice was crisp and clear. Ronan hesitated for two seconds, then nodded.

"It's alright, it's matsutake mushroom. Although the texture is different, would you like one? To be honest, I think this stuff would be very popular if it were made into portable food."

"After all, no one would know it's a monster just by looking at it."

As soon as these words were spoken, a loud "bang" was heard.

As if some keyword had been triggered, the wooden door next to it suddenly shook violently and was then pushed open forcefully.

An elderly man with white hair rushed out quickly.

He rushed to Ronan, grasped his hand tightly, his beard trembling, looking as if he was about to faint from excitement.

"Uh…"

Before Ronan could ask who he was, he heard him suddenly shout:

"My dear friend, member, do you think so too?"

"To be honest, I am the author of this book."

"Back then, I was wanted for making up a dungeon food guide that poisoned a group of adventurers. That's why I came here to personally taste the monsters and rewrite the book."

“I have always believed that walking mushrooms are suitable for large-scale cultivation, but some people still think I’m crazy.”

"They say it's a crime against humanity because the walking mushroom is a monster. After all these years, you're the second person to agree with my farming philosophy!"

"you…"

Before he could finish speaking, the mushroom enthusiast rushed over and pulled him away.

Afraid he would utter another word, she pulled him while covering his mouth, and hurriedly apologized to Ronan:

"Um, I'm sorry, this is our president. He has mental issues, so please don't take what he just said to heart."

"I told you to take your medicine today, why didn't you? Don't let those elves hear you talking about raising monsters..."

“We’ve heard you.” The moment the words left his mouth, someone responded from the doorway.

Lysian walked out with his arms crossed, rubbing his forehead, staring at the bookstore with a helpless tone:

"I was wondering why there were so many walking mushroom enthusiasts here. Turns out your president is here."

“Wanted… Hmm, I remember now, there was indeed such a guy more than ten years ago.”

"He dared to write down how to cook monsters even though he had never eaten them, and it was once published as a documentary book and sold in the Northern Continent."

"This led to a 3,000 percent surge in the number of adventurers suffering from food poisoning within three years."

"It's you."

"Do you know what trouble this caused us Canary at the time? Investigating the maze was already exhausting enough."

"We also need to dispel some rumors to prevent the adventurers from dying out and causing a surge in monster numbers..."

"You think you can get away with this by pretending to be crazy?"

Ronan could hear the deep resentment in Lysion's words.

Through their conversation, he also understood what a complicated story it was.

One word to sum it up—Breaking Bad.

I underestimated this old man.

Seeing Lysion step forward to arrest him, Ronan reached out and interrupted him:

"and many more."

Lysian stopped in his tracks, raising an eyebrow slightly:

"What are you waiting for, sir? You don't mean to protect this old man, do you?"

"This old man's crimes are too numerous to count; he harmed many children back then."

"Even now, there are still many people in the northern continent who believe that monsters can be eaten at will."

"Although we have completely destroyed the previous Maze Food Guide, this old man has now come up with a new version, which looks fine."

"But even so, it is not enough to atone for his crimes."

“I know.” Ronan’s purpose in saying these words was certainly not to protect him, but simply because he felt that monster breeding had great potential.

Some delicious varieties can be taken back with you. However, if you are captured by an elf, it will be much harder to find such a "master" level creature.

Therefore, Ronan made a suggestion from a perspective acceptable to both parties:

“We can give you the man, but not now. Since you say the new version is fine, then let him continue writing.”

"Finding and recording as many edible monsters as possible is a good deed that benefits humanity."

"What do you think?"

"Give me some face."

Lysian remained silent.

The Face Fruit activates.

Can he refuse to give it to him?

He snorted coldly.

The tone was unpleasant:

"Consider yourself lucky, old man, to have met this esteemed person. Keep writing and let me see just how 'erudite' your knowledge truly is."

"I hope you live to see the day you finish writing it."

Having said that, and having lost the opportunity to make the arrest, he could only turn around and return to the group.

The resolution of the conflict left a rather subtle atmosphere in the room.

Although the Canary Squad's targeting has temporarily disappeared.

But in Ronan's view, there was still one thing that hadn't been resolved.

That is, can monsters be raised as pets?

Upon hearing this question, Lysian, who had just rejoined the team, stumbled.

He never expected that Ronan would actually be interested in the idea.

That damned old man has done a lot of harm.

He was about to retort—letting the other party off the hook and letting him write a book didn't mean condoning his recklessness.

Raising monsters? What's the difference between that and raising mosquitoes?

But just then, Mislen stepped forward.

His face didn't show much expression; he simply pressed down on Lysion's shoulder.

He first made Lysian swallow his words, carefully consider his words, and then spoke:

"Yes, but only for Walking Mushrooms."

"In fact, even among these seemingly harmless creatures, many unknown species are poisonous."

"Also, where does the money for breeding come from?"

Everyone knows that the Walking Mushroom Enthusiasts Association is broke.

Even if you raise funds under the banner of "for the future of humanity," probably not many people will be interested in it.

Without money or space, how can we raise livestock?

"It's simple, I'll just provide the funding."

Ronan didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, his wealth is as vast as the ocean, and he can't possibly spend it all.

Investing in aquaculture and scientific research is far more meaningful than simply indulging in extravagant consumption and shopping sprees.