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

As he was complaining, he suddenly saw Namari, who was bound in the crowd.

His face froze instantly.

"Good, well tied!"

He was about to hurl insults, for he had never had a good impression of dwarves, especially since he had been tricked this time.

He was just collecting debts normally, but suddenly claimed that the money was ill-gotten and that it might become an accomplice in destroying the world.

This label is so strong it's like the sky is falling.

But before he could finish speaking, Flamela interrupted him: "Calm down, old man."

She gestured for one person to step forward and negotiate with the island owner, while she led Namari into a room.

With a bang, the door slammed shut, shutting out the noise from outside.

The lights in the room came on, and Namari sat in a chair, tilting her head and squinting, as if it were an interrogation.

……

“Namari, what I’m about to say is very important, and I hope you will remember it.”

"Your friend, the one you mentioned before, Farin, is likely in danger."

"You probably don't realize how terrifying that tall man and that elven woman are."

"They forcibly stole dozens of ancient spells from us. The 50,000 G you gave back to the island lord was transformed by them using ancient spells."

"This is an absolute taboo."

Flamela spoke earnestly as she rummaged through the gold-rimmed storage bag she had found on Namari.

Because she was so ordinary, she had no idea why the other person valued her so much.

I thought it was some kind of treasure, but it turned out to be...

She put her hands down, crossed them, paused, and continued:

"Even if you are a dwarf who has never left this island, you should understand the dangers of ancient magic."

"You're still young, don't waste your youth on them, just confess honestly."

"Besides the money, what else did they give you?"

Namari remained silent, looking at her handcuffed hands, her heart filled with resentment and helplessness.

She never expected to be arrested so suddenly.

Luckily, he had taken all the money out of the bag himself, so they couldn't figure out how to use it, otherwise...

She exhaled, adopting a nonchalant, "I'm not afraid of boiling water" attitude:

"I don't know. I've already made it very clear. The money was given to me by Farin, and it has nothing to do with the two people you're talking about."

"They stole your ancient magic, so go and capture them! Why are you capturing me? Are you bullying the weak and fearing the strong?"

She hated this kind of behavior of taking her anger out on others, like when her father embezzled and she was made to bear the responsibility.

Once, twice, every single time, why?

"You..." Seeing the other party's completely uncooperative attitude, Flamela straightened up slightly, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

She recalled the task His Majesty had given her, repeatedly emphasizing that she must not be rough and must be elegant, before taking a deep breath:

"very good."

"You have a lot of guts."

She knew that this was indeed a bullying tactic, but she never expected the dwarf to say it so openly.

I haven't seen such a tough suspect in a long time.

Although dwarves are not under the jurisdiction of elves, they have absolute authority to make decisions regarding ancient magic.

Flamela squinted, knowing she wouldn't get anything out of Namalia in a short time, so she got up and left the room, intending to test Namalia's patience.

She addressed the team members outside, giving them instructions:

"From now on, give me 24/7 to keep an eye on her."

Meanwhile, send two more groups to keep an eye on the gold coins and the island lord, to see if anything unusual happens after they come into contact with ancient magic.

"Damn it, that guy Mislen is incompetent. He can't even handle this little thing properly, and I have to clean up the mess in the end."

She left, cursing and swearing, her true nature revealed, her voice gradually fading.

Namari looked at the bag in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief, no longer feeling the tension she had felt when facing the elves.

But at that moment, a sense of worry rose in her heart.

"Fallen, what are you doing?"

"I hope those two seniors you mentioned are strong enough to protect you."

"Otherwise, we might both end up in jail."

Her refusal to admit it stemmed not only from her displeasure but also from her belief in Farine.

Given that he would go to jail regardless of success or failure, it would be better to keep it a secret and gain the favor of his seniors.

That way, when the senior comes out, he might be able to save me because of this incident.

I hope it will turn out the way I imagined…

……

"Hey, Marcus, guess what the seniors are doing right now?"

Inside a tent on the fourth level of the maze.

Fareen lay on the wool blanket.

She put her hands behind her head, looked up at the semi-transparent canopy above her, and her thoughts drifted away.

Marcus lay beside her, in dim light, reading a book.

Hearing the sound, she blushed, as if remembering something.

"Hmm, it must be that kind of thing. Anyway, adults' affairs are none of our business."

"I care about you more than them."

"Fallen, I remember you told me before that you had a fiancé. In the three years since we separated, has he come looking for you?"

Upon hearing the word "fiancé," Farin's thoughts returned slightly.

It's a very distant memory; I vaguely recall my father mentioning it when I was a child, but I've never seen it myself.

After going to magic school, the marriage was called off, though only by one party.

Farin thought for a moment and replied, "No, what's wrong, Marcusel, are you interested in this kind of thing too?"

The two started chatting, and the atmosphere inside the tent gradually became gossipy.

In a room not far away, Ronan finished admiring and photographing the scene.

He looked through Celie's photos and nodded in satisfaction; this was true cosplay.

It's a pity her face is a bit round.

"show me."

Celia got out of bed, ran over, looked at the photo, and frowned slightly.

She wanted to delete a few of the more indecent ones, but Ronan stopped her.

"There's no need. It's just for me to appreciate. I can keep it as a memento."

"Go take a shower. You've changed so many clothes, you shouldn't be shy anymore, right?"

He had seen everything Celia had done.

Although at first there was a sense of awkwardness and restraint, similar to the feeling of walking down the street in a cosplay outfit and not daring to look people in the eye.

But as I kept changing my mindset, it evolved into a sense of "what's done is done" and a relaxed attitude.

This is a pretty good change.

Upon hearing this, Celia hesitated for a couple of seconds, but ultimately gave up the idea of ​​deleting it.

She looked at herself in the camera's viewfinder, sometimes standing, sometimes lying down, striking a pose in a split. One hand on her hip, she turned her head and solemnly said:

"You said it yourself, don't let anyone see it, not even Vlamé."

"Shy? Not at all. It's just my first time doing that position. I never imagined that a person's legs could be spread so wide."

Does this posture have any special meaning?

It doesn't have any special meaning; it's just more alluring.

Of course, Ronan didn't say that aloud. After thinking for a moment, he casually replied:

"Just treat it as a posture that can stretch your muscles and bones, maybe it will help you grow taller?"

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Go take a shower and get a good night's sleep."

"Tomorrow we'll go to the fifth or even sixth floor, where we'll encounter magicians or demons, and there will be a tough battle ahead."

"I wonder if Black Panther can devour the demons here."

Ronan took the camera and put it away, while Celia quietly changed her clothes.

At this moment, she was dressed in the outfit of the "King of the Hair" and had the air of a young lady.

After changing her clothes, Celia headed towards the bathroom.

As she reached the door, she paused, glanced sideways, and asked:

"By the way, what should we do with these clothes?"

"Should we destroy it? Or should we keep it? After all, it's the first time I've worn it."

"Although I don't know who these clothes represent, I guess you'll like them."

"If... well, if you're willing to tell me what they represent, wearing them a second time isn't out of the question."

"Could you tell me about the personality of the person wearing these clothes?"