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

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far away.

Although Martin couldn't hear the three's conversation, he knew from Celie's earlier burst of magic and the tense atmosphere that the situation was not good.

This elf, who appeared out of nowhere, possesses terrifying strength.

Even from dozens of meters away, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to his knees.

too frightening.

He thought a fight was going to break out, so he kept creating distance.

When he had run a hundred meters, the suffocating pressure finally disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment, the two stopped fighting and instead seemed to be having a pleasant conversation.

Then they were seen walking towards the ruins.

Martin was stunned.

No, you two made up, but what about me? You left me behind?

He wanted to chase after them, but the fear he had just felt made his legs feel like they were made of lead, and he couldn't control them.

I could only watch helplessly as they walked further and further away, eventually disappearing from sight.

Seeing this, Martin completely broke down; he could already imagine what it would be like to return to the manor.

But what's done is done, and it's too late for regrets. At this point, all we can do is try our best to make amends...

Let's wait, whether it's one day or two days.

We must wait until they come out.

There's still a gift I haven't given!

I need to at least make Ronan remember me; I can't let those two gold coins go to waste.

……

Ronan was unaware of Martin's thoughts, and naturally, he was also unaware that Martin had prepared a gift for him.

At this moment, Ronan is venturing deeper into the ruins with Celia.

Celia has lived for so many years, she must know all the ruins inside and out.

Therefore, following her will definitely save you a lot of detours.

How can a creature like a pathfinder bird compare to a flesh-and-blood elf?

Although this elf has a bad temper.

"Hey!"

In contrast to Ronan's composure and ease, Celia was extremely unhappy about someone taking advantage of her route.

But she couldn't get angry in front of Frillie, since on the surface, they were traveling together and there seemed to be no problem.

So Celia could only try to subtly persuade the two to back down:

"I'm going to fight those demons, are you all going to come with me?"

"You, a brave warrior, are afraid of getting lost? What's the point of buying so many homing birds?"

"Even heroes are human. Humans can sometimes lose their way. The Pathfinder Bird is bought to be used in crucial moments."

Ronan seemed oblivious to the resentment in Seria's words; he simply smiled.

"The capable should do more work. Since you can lead us to go deeper into the area, of course we should follow you."

"A single Pathfinder Bird is worth ten silver coins, and the quantity is limited. We can't use them all up in one exploration."

That's true, but Celia still felt uneasy.

It was as if I had been equated with lowly creatures like pathfinders.

She was about to question Ronan about why he wasn't ready to come in again.

Suddenly, Frillian, who was standing next to Ronan, stopped in her tracks.

Seria also stopped, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. A monster appeared in front of them.

It is—the treasure chest monster.

Chapter 26, Section 27: An unexpected encounter with a mimicry monster, which they couldn't defeat despite their best efforts.

"What?"

The moment Celia saw the monster clearly, the tense atmosphere was instantly broken.

She thought it was some powerful figure, but it turned out to be just some nobody.

These monsters are found everywhere in the ruins. They like to disguise themselves as treasure chests to lure adventurers in, and then devour and digest them.

Under normal circumstances, even a slightly experienced adventurer would not fall for this trick.

But human nature is always greedy.

If you were to ask why people come to explore ruins, the vast majority of them would answer that it's to earn gold coins.

The mimicry monster was disguised as a treasure chest filled with gold and silver.

It's like walking by the roadside and seeing an ordinary-looking stone.

Even though I know kicking it might be pointless, I don't know why, but I always feel like kicking it.

The same goes for treasure chests; even knowing there might be danger, you still can't help but want to open them to see if there really is any danger.

Then, tragedy struck.

Celia with one hand on her hip:

"I never expected to find something like this in ruins from over 1,300 years ago. It seems the history of the Mimic will have to be pushed back several decades."

She turned to look at the two of them and said, "Which of you will go?"

Ronan asked, "Aren't you going up?"

"Why should I go? I am Celie, killing such monsters would only dirty my hands."

Celia gave a dismissive reply.

She doesn't like bullying the weak, except for the weak she dislikes, of course.

In her eyes, the mimic is the kind of weakling she neither hates nor likes.

It would be best to leave it to Ronan and Frilian to handle, which would also save some of my own magic power.

Ronan nodded, ready to make a move, but at that moment, Frilian took a step forward.

She said softly:

"Wait a minute, I remember reading in some books that not all mimics are real mimics, right?"

"It seems to be the book you wrote, Miss Celie."

"The accuracy rate of detecting mimic magic is 99%."

"Because of this 1% error, some real treasure chests could be mistaken for mimics and destroyed, and some ancient magic could be completely lost as a result."

"What if that mimic ahead is actually a real treasure chest?"

Frillie's question surprised Ronan.

1%?

That's quite a high probability, at least much higher than the drop rate of SSRs in some games.

He really is a "conscience demon".

Ronan looked at Celia, who then raised an eyebrow and said:

"Are you talking about the book I wrote two hundred years ago?"

She raised her head, lost in memories.

"That's right. I spent a lot of time and energy testing thousands of mimics before finally arriving at the conclusion that it was 99% accurate."

"But in reality, this is an estimate."

“Normally, you wouldn’t get such neat numbers. The actual accuracy rate is 99.4%, and the error rate is only 0.6%.”

"A margin of error of nearly one in two hundred, are you sure you want to try it? Don't blame me if you get eaten up."

Frillie nodded; she didn't want to always rely on Ronan for protection.

And even if they were wrong, the two of them certainly wouldn't stand by and watch someone die.

Seeing Frilian's appearance, Celia's raised eyebrows slowly relaxed.

She waved her hand, making way, and casually said:

"Since that's the case, then you can come. I'd also like to see if your luck is really that good."

"Remember, if you get bitten by a mimic, never use powerful magic."

"Otherwise, the magic will explode inside the treasure chest, and you will die as a result."

"Although we elves have long lifespans, our physical functions are no different from those of humans."

"I see."

Frillie responded and kept those words in mind.

As she walked forward, she took a deep breath, preparing to open the treasure chest.

This was her first time entering the ruins and her first encounter with the monsters within, making it a very memorable experience for her.

However, what you fear most is what happens.

Not long after.

"—Waaah! It's so dark! It's so scary!"

Frilian's pitiful cries echoed through the silent ruins, the sound seemingly able to penetrate the darkness and travel very far.