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

Generous, kind, and selfless...

“You’ll definitely be a good boss…” Farin said instinctively.

Ronan glanced sideways: "What?"

"nothing."

She patted her cheeks, trying to calm herself down, before walking to her brother's side, thinking that from now on she must work hard.

Only in this way can we avoid letting down our predecessors.

……

The fourth level of the maze is a watery kingdom.

Ronan strolled to the edge of the pool, glanced at the buried city below, and turned to Senshi, gesturing:

"We can begin."

Senxi nodded, took off his backpack, quickly started a fire, and began to stew and braise the scallion duck.

Farin and the others took their tents and headed away, intending to find a dry place to set up camp and avoid moisture damage.

After the tents were pitched, Ronan went inside, set up the room, and then invited the others in to play cards or games to pass the time.

After dropping a card, Ronan asked:

"By the way, do you know how many levels this maze has?"

We've reached the fourth floor now and have gained quite a few things: cooking, kisses, and magic, but there are still a few key items we haven't encountered yet.

Leos glanced at the cards in his hand, frowned, and replied:

"I'm not sure, but according to some adventurers, it's at least below the sixth floor."

“Sister, you should still remember what those people said when we were gold strippers.”

Farin looked up, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes, and nodded gently:

"I remember it was something like it was a matter of fate; once someone reaches the sixth level, they will receive help."

"However, since it has been a year, I don't remember very clearly."

"I do hope that you, senior, are the one destined for us."

“In this way, after you become the ruler of the Golden Kingdom, my brother and I can work here with you, and our relatives back home can feel more at ease.”

Despite what Farin said, those people didn't actually care about her.

He displayed exceptional talent from a young age, and his ability to communicate with ghosts made him feared by the ignorant villagers.

When she grew up, the village chief, who was her father, used the excuse of sending her to a magic school to expel her from the village.

Leos left his hometown precisely because he couldn't stand this.

Ronan was unaware of their past, and after a moment's thought, he lightly tapped the table with the tip of his card.

He looked at Celia: "What do you think?"

Celia glanced at him, her eyes languid, and said indifferently:

"Me? Whatever, power is of no importance to you anyway."

“The Golden Country sounds incredibly valuable, but no matter how rich it is, it can't compare to you… Just keep it as it is.”

"Keep it as it is?" Marusil looked up abruptly. "Senior, that's the Golden Kingdom."

"According to some scholars, the total value is over 200 million GB, enough to feed and entertain hundreds of generations."

"Seniors, you just say you don't want it? Isn't that a bit too magnanimous?"

Hundreds of generations... even thousands of generations, what does it matter? The pain of spending more and more money is something ordinary people can't understand.

Sometimes Ronan even wondered if he could buy countless planets with his money... but unfortunately, no one was willing to sell.

He sighed and didn't answer her; the only response was the soft thud of the cards hitting the table.

Soon, the aroma of duck wafted over.

Because it's a monster and contains man-eating onions, it has a unique flavor.

After putting down his cards and going outside, Ronan saw not only the main dishes but also several desserts…

It should be a dessert, but why is it inlaid with gold coins?

Mori explained in a timely manner:

"These are treasure worms. I found them when I was dealing with the inside of the mimics. They feed on the mimics and are safe and non-toxic."

Ronan nodded to indicate that he understood. In short, it was an insect that mimicked treasure.

He took a small bite of the white pearl worm, which had a chewy texture like pearls, while the coin worm tasted like chocolate; neither was too bad.

Ronan sat down; the soup was still simmering.

He took the braised duck with scallions from Senxi. The deep red broth was like amber, and you could smell the aroma of lemon when you took a light sniff.

"good."

Ronan had a great appetite and picked up his chopsticks to eat slowly.

While eating, he looked up and asked, "Tell me how to cook the duck later."

"It's a waste of your talent to have an expert like you stay here."

"Interested in coming with me to raise monsters on land and research more monster dishes?"

Senxi hesitated for a moment; he didn't really want to go out.

Even if they need money, it's only to prepare for the future and find another labyrinthine way of life.

Ronan saw through his hesitation, and after a moment's thought, gestured:

"You can think about it carefully; you're welcome for the next few years."

Upon hearing this, Senxi breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, I understand."

He was glad Ronan hadn't made him make a decision on the spot, and then he took out the other prepared dishes.

After they finished eating, the soup was ready and its aroma filled the air. Seeing this, everyone tacitly got up to wash the dishes.

Zilcak was initially puzzled by the atmosphere, but after being pulled away by Marusil, he realized that this was a pre-arranged private time for the two of them.

"Tsk..."

His expression was somewhat strange; this was a maze, after all.

While others are struggling to get enough to eat, how can these two possibly pursue a sense of ritual?

But it must be admitted that the environment here is indeed suitable for doing this kind of thing.

As night fell, the pool reflected the fluorescent light from the dome, which drifted and shimmered like fireflies, creating a dreamlike scene.

Simply sitting by the pool, with the starlight shimmering, a warm and cozy atmosphere immediately envelops you.

……

……

In that infinite blank world, the winged lion slowly opened its eyes.

It watched everything the two went through from a monster's perspective, and couldn't help but shake its head twice, sighing that it was really hard to get close to these two.

A thousand years ago, it made a prophecy.

Whoever possesses the Winged Sword will be able to defeat the Berserker and become the new king of the Golden Kingdom.

Winged Lion originally intended to give the Winged Sword to Ronan, thus completing the fatalistic loop and making his contact with him more legitimate.

However, to Wing Lion's utter surprise, Ronan was terrifyingly strong, and he couldn't find even the slightest chance.

"The monster attack failed, the plan to lie in wait at night and change weapons also failed."

"What exactly is that barrier? How could it possibly block my intrusion and observation..."

"What an amazing human being..."

The winged lion sighed in a low voice.

"Fine, since direct manipulation won't work, let's start with the people around him."

Thoughts swirled within it as it gazed at Marcus and Leos washing dishes by the pool, its red pupils flickering slightly.

The best food should be saved for last; these two's desires were second only to Ronan's—they licked their lips.

Let's treat this as an appetizer first.

and also…

The winged lion's gaze, passing through the living portrait on the third floor, fell upon the cold-faced Mislen. The corners of its mouth turned up, and it licked the portrait again.

—A desire for revenge that has been brewing for decades would make a good dipping sauce.

……

"what about the taste?"

By the pool, Ronan stared at the duck soup with scallions in his hand, his expression slightly subtle.

The moment the lid was lifted, I thought it would glow, but it turned out to be so ordinary.

But upon closer inspection, there's nothing really wrong with it; that's just how soup is.

No matter how good the appearance is, it's just water with added color, and it's far less impactful than braising, which is a dish that combines color, aroma, and flavor.

Celia took a sip, savoring the taste, and nodded slightly:

"It's alright. The texture is richer than usual. It was the right decision not to just throw in the whole scallion."

"That scallion was alive; even after it was chopped up, it was still jumping around in my mouth."

"It's similar to the popping candy you gave me before."

Ronan could roughly grasp the ingenious metaphor.

Holding the bowl, I took a sip, and sure enough, the taste was quite unique.

Just then, he remembered something.