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

“…” Mislen was speechless.

beside.

The old man's eyes gleamed with excitement as he shoved away the hand of the shop assistant, a mushroom enthusiast.

He rushed to Ronan, his voice trembling with excitement, almost crying, and asked, "Really?"

"You're really willing to sponsor my monster breeding? You're a benefactor!"

"I will definitely live up to your expectations and strive to finish writing the Maze Food Guide as soon as possible so that every household can enjoy monster meat!"

"Ugh." As soon as the old man said this, the elves outside the door immediately changed their expressions, covered their mouths, and looked like they were about to vomit.

Every single household is truly insane, utterly hopeless.

However, one person's eyes shone with a brighter light.

Her name is Fletcher, and she enjoys eating so-called poisonous mushrooms, also known as hallucinogenic mushrooms, to experience the "real world" within a hallucination.

He eats three meals a day and feels restless if he misses even one; he's a complete addict.

Although she had never eaten walking mushrooms, she had seen the shape of dried mushrooms before.

In her opinion, this kind of mushroom is cheap and plentiful, much better than the common poisonous mushrooms on the market.

If you close your eyes, who would know that it's monster flesh?

...Of course, she only kept these thoughts to herself and didn't say them out loud.

I'm just hoping that once this old man succeeds, maybe...

……

"Hey, are you really going to invest in him to raise monsters?"

"Isn't this a bit too crazy?"

As he left the bookstore, Ronan left his contact information, indicating that the old man should contact him again once he found a suitable location.

On the way out, Celia frowned slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes, and asked Ronan:

"I've tried the taste of walking mushrooms, and they're just average. Even if they're cultivated, their yield is far less than that of ordinary mushrooms."

"Isn't this a meaningless act?"

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but it's just about forming a good connection. Anyway, I don't have to worry about the breeding.

Ronan conjured a gold coin with a flick of his wrist, then dropped it like a chip.

He said casually:

"Watermelons weren't tasty at first either, but what happened later? Any living thing can be cultivated, updated, and iterated, and the Walking Mushroom monster is no exception."

"I spend money, he does the work; it's a win-win situation, what's wrong with that?"

"Besides, it's not like walking mushrooms are the only monsters that can eat them. It depends on his abilities."

"If that doesn't work, we can find other talented people to collaborate with. He's definitely not the only one in the world who studies monsters."

"What do you think, canaries?"

The canaries looked at each other, speechless for a moment after hearing Ronan's words.

Of course they know who else is researching monsters, and half of them are on the wanted list, but can they say so?

I'm afraid if I say it, the arrest warrant will turn into a job market.

The thought of that scene sent chills down their spines.

"Heh, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement. Anyway, whether you say it or not, the people are still there."

"I'll visit your headquarters sometime; I think I can find some more professional talent there."

"No!" Upon hearing this, Patadru panicked and quickly turned around to apologize.

"We were wrong just now. We shouldn't have questioned your decision. Please don't come to our headquarters."

"Whatever you want, we'll send it to you. Money, people, or even land—we can contact the Queen to send you some."

"We only hope that you will be lenient and let us go."

If Ronan were to capture all those wanted criminals, not only would the kingdom lose its prestige, but the world would also descend into chaos.

Patadru simply couldn't imagine what it would be like for every household to be eating monster flesh; it would be a complete disaster.

Ronan chuckled upon hearing this, thinking how amusing it was that people in this world were so afraid of monsters.

If that's the case, then we must change things. Letting edible things rot without eating them is a huge waste.

With that thought in mind, Ronan, led by the canary, entered a rather large manor.

Because she wasn't sure how many days she would be staying there, Canary simply bought the place.

In their view, the hotel's shabby environment was hardly worthy of Ronan and Celia's status.

Furthermore, if the two leave due to poor hospitality, no amount of money can undo the loss.

We must treat this with caution.

……

At night, the canaries did not forget their original goal.

In the afternoon, the plan to go to the maze was canceled due to the Walking Mushroom incident.

Given that they might be able to go to the island tomorrow or the day after, they decided to try to salvage the situation.

However, they spent a long time in the room thinking, but couldn't come up with any effective method.

Since they had already been there once, going again would make their purpose too obvious, and anyone could see that something was wrong with them.

"Are we just supposed to let him lead us by the nose?"

One of the men spoke with resentment; it was Lysion.

He was sitting on the sofa, fidgeting with his hair, increasingly convinced that the surveillance mission was utterly foolish.

This isn't surveillance; it's clearly that we're being controlled, and we have to be mindful of their every move.

At this moment, the last member of the team, an elf named Ota, slowly spoke.

Her image is androgynous, her clothing and style are masculine, and her tone of voice is very unrestrained:

"Captain, you must have been mistaken back then. The demon didn't actually disappear; it was left permanently in that labyrinth."

"This explains why they chose to board our ship; they clearly have nothing to hide."

"Therefore, I feel that we can't go on like this any longer."

"Either we split into two groups, one to monitor them and the other to explore the labyrinth, taking the demon away before they do."

"Either completely seal off all the labyrinths in the world, cutting off any possibility of demons invading the world."

"What do you think? Offense is the best defense. Since the latter is impossible, I recommend the first option."

Her words were clearly purposeful, and Mislen felt as if she had been enlightened.

Indeed, he had previously been blinded by hatred, believing that as long as he followed the two of them, their goal would never be achieved.

Little did he know that the two sides were completely unequal in strength and status.

This is just like how adults spoil children.

Those with good personalities will follow you, while those with bad personalities will be kicked away, and they can't even fight back.

Mislen let out a deep breath. The discussion made him understand the current situation, so he nodded slightly:

“You’re right, we are indeed too passive. In that case, let’s do as you say.”

"Let's put this labyrinth aside for now, once we enter the [island]... Lysion, you take Freych to conquer the labyrinth, as ordinary adventurers."

"Your transformation and her familiar are incredibly effective in exploration. If we can capture the Labyrinth Master before the other two do, this battle will be our victory."

"We must kill the demon."

Driven by revenge and the desire to uncover the truth, Mislen no longer cares about anything else.

In theory, allowing a canary to disguise itself as an ordinary elf to enter a dungeon is a violation of the rules.

But he is the captain, and his decision is beyond question.

Lysian stopped fiddling with his hair, pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes."

Fridge, who was standing next to him, did not respond.

The poisonous mushrooms put her in a dazed state; saliva dripped from her chin, her eyes were unfocused, as if she were immersed in her own hallucination world.

Mislen didn't say much when she saw this, but instead asked Lysion to take her back to her room and explain in detail after she woke up.

After the two left, Mislen looked around at the two people remaining in the room, thought for a moment, and then assigned each of them a task:

"Ota, you are in charge of collecting and organizing information about the labyrinth."

"I remember you used to be a businessman, doing and selling everything. Getting involved in the underworld shouldn't be too difficult for you."

"As for Patadru... you are responsible for putting pressure on the island lord. We must go to the island by tomorrow, or at the latest the day after tomorrow."

“Yes.” Patadru didn’t ask why; it was simple.

The power of the labyrinth, the power of the labyrinth's master, grows stronger as desire expands.

The longer it drags on, the worse it will be for them.

After they finished talking, everyone dispersed to rest.

……

The following day, Marcusel boarded a ship bound for the island.

On the ship, she looked forward to meeting Farine, but couldn't help but recall what had happened yesterday.

Although she felt it had little to do with her.

As a half-elf, the pure-blooded elf never acknowledged her identity.

But no matter what, the sudden appearance of so many elves made her very concerned.

Finally, after much inquiry, she figured out the origin of the "Canary"—it was an organization responsible for sealing off the maze.