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

"Get lost, or I won't give you a single bottle."

"...Okay."

Aqua quickly got away, thinking that she must have been too eager and made Mr. Ronan shy. Oh dear, she knew it.

Even though it's just a purified clone, it still has a remarkable charm.

Let's be more reserved. Hmm, let's start by reducing the number of times we harass you from five to three per day.

……

Inside the room, Wiz sat awkwardly in a chair.

She blinked in confusion. Goddess, what was that priest saying?

Two bottles of wine? What's wrong with ten bottles of wine?

Why can I understand each word individually, but when they are put together, they become a cryptic mess?

Ronan sat down and waved to Wiz, indicating that he didn't need to worry about it.

"Ignore her, just treat that guy like a lunatic."

"Let's talk about your upcoming work. I only have one question."

"Can that medicine be mass-produced? And can its side effects be reduced, or even eliminated?"

Chapters 237 and 238, Frillie hidden in the cake; Translate this, what is a surprise? What, damn it, is—

After a while, Wiz left Ronan's mansion.

It was late at night, the moon was high in the sky, and the noisy chirping of cicadas could be heard from not far away.

She looked back every three steps, thinking how generous Mr. Ronan was.

To support his development of that magic potion, he actually allocated two billion Eris to himself.

Two billion...

Aside from the time she was with the Demon King's army, she gradually sold off the Demon King's assets to try and open a shop, and she had never seen such a huge amount of wealth in her life.

Aren't you afraid of pocketing it yourself?

This trust touched her, and she felt she had to do her job well.

However, she had no idea how to get rid of the side effects.

"Sigh, although the research and development funds are more abundant than we imagined, the responsibility is also terrifyingly heavy. We can only take it one step at a time."

"In the end, that potion was just a product I created by chance, and it has no value for promotion at all."

"Hopefully it won't all go to waste."

Wiz sighed, and just then, as if sensing something, she suddenly stopped, and the image of a certain person immediately appeared in her mind.

That was a Crimson Demon named Hyōzaburō, a relatively unknown inventor of magical artifacts.

Normally, most of the rare potions and magic scrolls in his shop are sourced from him.

Although most of the magical artifacts he invented were flawed, and users often suffered terrible misfortune.

For example, a paralysis scroll, once used, will not only immobilize the enemy, but will also freeze the user, leaving them at the mercy of others.

But this inspiration might be of some help.

Wiz clenched his fist slightly: "Mr. Ronan said that I can use the two billion as long as it helps the research."

"Then perhaps we could offer him tens of millions to persuade him to come out of retirement."

"By the way, is tens of millions enough?"

Wiz wasn't sure, after all, she knew only limited about Piao Sanlang, only that he was struggling financially and had two daughters to support.

Just to be on the safe side, she felt it would be better to go in person and also avoid the limelight.

After all, at this moment, the Order of Eris is in league with the Cult of Axis, conducting a massive search for demons and liches throughout the city.

Thinking of this, I heard the chaotic footsteps of a crowd not far away.

Wiz gently pulled down the brim of his hat, covering half of his face.

A moment later, she slipped into a narrow alley and disappeared into the darkness.

"Here, evil! I sense the presence of evil!"

A sorceress, covering her forehead and chanting incantations, led a large group of people, skipping and hopping into the alley.

The blazing torches illuminated the surroundings as bright as day, yet the alley was deserted, without a single person in sight.

Wiz had already used teleportation to leave.

……

Meanwhile, in a room in the mansion, Ronan sat on the sofa, clutching the potion in his hand, lost in deep thought.

He was thinking about who would be the most suitable person to drink it.

In theory, if one drinks it, one can immediately enter the celestial realm and use this opportunity to test the gods' tolerance and attitude.

If the opponent is weak and has no hostility, then one can naturally turn this place into one's backyard.

But the side effects were a real headache for him.

If the experience gain speed is 10 times slower, does this mean that the efficiency of acquiring souls will also be 10 times slower?

If so, that would be an absolute disaster.

Ronan took a deep breath and sighed:

"There are still too few options. Let's wait and see what Wiz's research yields."

"Aqua seems to report to her superiors every now and then, so as long as we maintain a good relationship with her, there shouldn't be any major problems in the near future."

"Tentatively within one year."

A year should be enough time for him to hunt and grow stronger.

At that time, the strength of the soul will increase three or four times, and one's overall strength will also increase three or four times.

By then, even if the Heavenly Realm is dangerous, I should be able to explore it.

Thinking of this, he put away the potion.

I got up, ready to study the pharmacological knowledge of this world.

While Wiz was taking action, he couldn't just sit idle either.

But just then, the door creaked open, and Celia walked in, pushing a large gift box with a strange expression.

She looked up at Ronan, her eyes seeming to say, "It's only been a short time since we last met, how come you've gotten so into such a mess?"

However, knowing that Ronan could read minds, she did not reveal these emotions to herself, but silently gestured for Ronan to open the gift box and take a look.

—There's a surprise.

"A surprise?" Ronan frowned, looking suspiciously at the ornately decorated gift box.

Seeing this, Celia continued her introduction:

"This is a gift from Frilian to you. Well, I guess you could call it a gift. I don't know where that little girl learned this way from."

"Did you corrupt her?"

...How did you begin to say she led people astray? What exactly is Celia saying?

But he did understand the word "surprise".

Since knowing the contents of the gift would diminish the surprise and joy, Ronan did not use his abilities such as clairvoyance or perception.

He placed his hand on the bow on the gift box, hesitated for a moment, and then gently tugged it.

With a "whoosh," the gift box packaging shattered, revealing a huge cake.

"Well, I've been there for a long time, so I've forgotten when your birthday is."

"But Frilian said that just recently, she did it on purpose."

Seria spoke softly, her expression growing increasingly complex. It wasn't that she forgot; after all, time flowed at different rates in each world.

After shuttling back and forth so much, she no longer even knows the exact date.

Why does Frilian remember this?

As Celia pondered, a rather complex emotion welled up in Ronan's heart.

In fact, he himself had put all of this out of his mind, never expecting...

"Speaking of which, should I call Vlame and the others over too? Where's Frillian?"

Ronan asked, regaining his composure.

Celia's gaze swept over the cake, seemingly unintentionally, and she raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

Ronan followed her gaze, and then a possibility suddenly flashed through his mind, causing his lips to twitch involuntarily.

No way...

How could this happen?

But judging from her actions today, it is very likely.

Splash!

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, as if to verify Ronan's conjecture, the hidden mechanism on the cake was quickly activated.

A crack slowly appeared in the middle of the cake, and then the crack gradually widened.

When the gap expanded to its maximum size... no, it hadn't expanded to its maximum size yet, Ronan saw Frillian hiding inside.

At this moment, Frilian was no longer wearing a white dress, but a dress carefully woven from fruit, decorated with strawberries, grapes, and blueberries.

She was curled up inside the cake, and as the light streamed in, she slowly looked up and met Ronan's gaze.

Although her eyes remained calm, all signs indicated that she regarded herself as a "gift".

Who taught it?