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

As a good wife, one should not interfere with one's husband's decisions, which is also a principle that Celia taught her.

The group walked into the Kingdom of Tianyi.

Compared to Ronan's impression, the environment in the country was much cleaner, and some places were even paved with marble tiles.

The shop already uses glass, giving it a modern urban feel.

However, the streets were deserted, with only a few winged creatures flying overhead.

Frey sighed:

"This is the current situation in the country after the ban. No businessmen are willing to come here because of the low purchasing power."

"If it weren't for the two million gold coins you left behind when you left, Master, we probably wouldn't have survived thirty years ago."

"Right now, we can probably hold on for another five years or so."

Ronan looked around and nodded slightly:

"So, how many gold coins do you think would be needed to restore this place to its former prosperity? And where is Farrell? Why haven't we seen him?"

Just as Frey was about to answer, one of her men rushed over and whispered a few words in her ear.

Her expression changed instantly, and she then gestured to Ronan:

"Come with me, Master. I will answer all the questions you asked later."

"But now, there is something that requires your intervention. The Long-Nosed Tribe from the Gexia Mountains has sent people."

"They said they wanted compensation for the noise we made earlier, claiming it threatened their territorial security, or they would sue us."

The lawsuit itself is not the scary part; what is scary is the Eastern Empire's subsequent suppression and encroachment on its territory.

Dozens of demon kings would be a formidable fighting force anywhere, and if they were enslaved, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, the owner arrived.

"lead the way."

Ronan remained calm and walked forward, not taking the matter to heart.

He wanted to see if those long-nosed people were from the Eastern Empire.

Ever since I learned that those little days were created by the Eastern Empire, I've felt a strange sense of disgust.

Of all times, they had to jump out at this crucial moment…

Chapter 170, the Gosha Mountains are in hand; Bai Binglong's current situation: regret, deep regret.

"Huh? They're the Long-Nosed Tribe? But their noses aren't even that long."

Five minutes later, when Ronan saw the visiting "guest" in the meeting room, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

Not only are they not tall, but they all have exquisite features, and both men and women have outstanding good looks.

The person at the head of the group was an elderly woman with a cane. She sat upright on the sofa with a solemn expression.

The people standing behind him also had solemn expressions, making the atmosphere particularly oppressive.

Frey explained in a low voice:

"The so-called Long-Nosed Clan is just a hybrid race born from the birth of the Mountain Wolf Clan after the Angel Clan descended into the Mountain Wolf Clan. The long nose is just a metaphor, representing a keen sense of smell."

"Speaking of which, we are somewhat similar to the Winged Race, except that we are known for our excellent eyesight."

Ronan nodded. He knew about the angels; they were spiritual life forms that opposed demons.

The ultimate skill you master can summon angels.

Ronan calmly stepped forward and sat down, with Frey following closely behind.

Upon seeing this, the elder of the Long-Nosed Clan opposite him frowned instantly.

Her gaze swept back and forth between the two, her mind filled with doubt. How could a human be acting like a host?

"Who are you?" she demanded, her gaze fixed on Ronan.

"Queen Frey of the Sky, is this how your Skywing Kingdom treats its guests?"

"Don't tell me, I'll talk to him about the rest."

If that's the case, she felt there was no need to talk anymore; it was clear they weren't being taken seriously.

They've broken the ban and are still so arrogant. Do they really think this is decades ago?

Frey then gave a soft hum through her nose:

"Why not? How arrogant you are!"

"In just fifty years, even my master no longer recognizes me."

"That's right. You never care about these things. If my Tianyi Kingdom hadn't been suppressed, how could you have the right to act so arrogantly?"

"Tell me, what important matter brings you to my Tianyi Kingdom this time? Is it because of the climate change in the Gexia Mountains?"

"That's just a small matter."

What Frey called a small matter was not small at all in their eyes.

The lightning strike nearly shattered the barrier that had protected the Long-Nosed Clan's territory for generations.

If it weren't for this unexpected turn of events, why would they have come down the mountain so easily?

Of course, they also wanted to take this opportunity to warn the Skywing Kingdom not to have any further improper thoughts about the Gosha Mountains.

Kophle's two sentences instantly disrupted all of the elder's plans.

The elder squinted his eyes:

"Your master... could he be the hero for whom the Eastern Empire had a bounty placed on his head back then?"

"But isn't he dead? He hasn't appeared for fifty years."

She instinctively gripped her cane tighter.

Behind them, the other long-nosed tribe members exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with seriousness. Some even subconsciously took a half step back, sensing the danger.

In my memory, the hero was killed by the emperor of the Eastern Empire for colluding with the Demon King.

Upon hearing this, Ronan laughed: "Who said I'm dead? Where did you get that news from?"

The elder's expression was solemn as he tried to calm himself.

"Everyone says so, otherwise why didn't you show up when that girl was seriously injured?"

"There are even rumors that the girl is your lover, otherwise why would you work so hard?"

"This story spread so convincingly that almost everyone believed it. But now..."

Her gaze swept over the girls who followed Ronan in, and she thought to herself that this hero didn't seem like a decent person.

There wasn't a single man in the group.

It's no wonder such rumors exist.

After listening, Ronan nodded thoughtfully:

"I see."

He had come to understand why those countries were relentlessly suppressing the Skywing Kingdom; it was all to lure him out.

Rumors are one of the methods used.

"It must be the Scorching Dragon behind this. The only people in the world who know that I am the master of Frey are Guy and the White Ice Dragon."

"So, they only revealed my identity as a hero?"

Ronan was somewhat relieved that he hadn't revealed his identity as the Demon King of Another World.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense.

After all, defeating a fallen hero is a better way to demonstrate the nobility of the Eastern Empire's emperor than defeating an evil demon king.

Also, the death of White Ice Dragon is not a battle achievement that is appropriate to disclose.

“That…” Just as Ronan was lost in thought, the elder came back to his senses and swallowed hard twice.

She nervously rubbed the end of her cane and asked with a trembling expression:

"May I ask, sir hero, what brings you here today?"

“We didn’t do anything back then.”

"This is a misunderstanding. We made a mistake. Please forgive us, since we are all neighbors."

Now that Frey's powerful backer has appeared, whether it's real or fake, they can only back down for the time being.

The Long-Nosed Clan has no Demon King; their confidence stems entirely from the suppression by powerful nations.

Ronan snapped out of his reverie, listened intently to the other person's thoughts, and nodded slightly in response:

Whether or not it was done is not up to you to decide.

"Frei, what were you planning to do before? To open up a trade route from the sealed cave directly to the Dwarf Kingdom?"

Frey nodded: "Yes."

Upon hearing this, the elder felt an indescribable pressure.

When the other person's gaze fell upon her, she nervously swallowed, a hint of lingering fear appearing on her aged face.

"Well... actually, I need to discuss this with the other elders. Could you perhaps give us a little time?"

“Where is your chieftain? He should be able to take full charge of this matter,” Ronan asked.

The elder breathed a sigh of relief:

"To be honest, we don't have a clan leader. The position was abolished after the daughter of the previous clan leader ran away while playing and became pregnant out of nowhere."

"Three days, at most three days, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

It's still too long. He plans to go to the Holy Kingdom of the Holy Emperor tomorrow and also visit the Eastern Empire while he's there.

Three days have passed, and perhaps the Kingdom of Tianyi will have been restored. At that time, there will be no point in pursuing trade routes.

Thinking of this, Ronan stood up: "Three hours, it's just a small matter, no need to waste so much time."