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

Ronan glanced at Celia, wanting to say something but holding back, as if to say that it had nothing to do with him.

No matter how inconsiderate he is, he would never do it this way.

But Celia's eyes held a subtle glint in them, her expression seeming to say, "Do you think I'd believe that?"

"..." Ronan was speechless for a moment. Well, now that things had come to this, he really couldn't explain himself no matter what.

A surprise? Is this a surprise?

This is just adding to the trouble.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't too serious; Frillie was probably just fooled.

If she truly understood what it meant to be treated as a gift, she wouldn't be in this confused state.

"Who taught you to do these things?"

"Here, Ronan, eat."

Their voices rang out simultaneously. As Frilian spoke, she opened her arms and made a hugging gesture.

Ronan's face immediately darkened.

Eat? If Celia hadn't been there, he might have really misunderstood.

Just as he was about to teach Frilian what modesty was, Frilian blinked in confusion:

“No one taught me this. I wanted to do it myself. I am very grateful to you and Celia for taking care of me all these years.”

She remembered what Chris had told her that night, words that were said to have magical power.

However, why is the reality different from what she expected?

Chris had clearly said that Ronan would be very happy, or at the very least, hesitant to hug him.

That's exactly why she changed her clothes into a fruit-themed dress.

If you give him a piece to eat while you're hugging him, it's said that something magical will happen.

But the result...

"Chris, right? I know, I didn't expect her to come up with such an idea."

Ronan was forced to understand people's hearts, which left him feeling helpless.

Although the intention may be good, it looks like a move that Aqua would make, completely disregarding whether the timing is appropriate.

Take a deep breath and come to your senses.

Get up, I've received your kind intentions.

"It was indeed a surprise."

"However, we were too shocked. It gave both Celia and me a big fright. Let's not do it again next time."

After all, this was something Frilian had prepared specifically for herself, and even if the method was somewhat ridiculous, we couldn't deliberately dampen her enthusiasm.

The best approach Ronan could think of at that moment was to first affirm his opinion and then express it tactfully.

However, Frilian didn't seem to grasp the deeper meaning; she simply tilted her head and asked with an innocent expression:

"What, you don't like it?"

"It's not a matter of liking or disliking, it's..."

He certainly liked her, but he didn't want to see Frilian so easily manipulated and used.

This means that Frilian is too naive and easily deceived.

Just as he was pondering how to explain this to Frilian, Frilian gently broke off a piece of cake.

At the same time, she reached out and picked a few pieces of fruit from her own body, placed them on the cake as decoration, and then handed them to Ronan.

"Here, happy birthday in advance, just like you wished me a happy birthday back then."

"Because it's my first time doing this, I might not be very skilled."

Please understand if there are any problems.

"..."

Looking at the cake, Ronan thought to himself, "Where is this lack of practice? This sales pitch is pretty good, isn't it? Chris probably taught it to me."

He sighed. He had no other choice but to accept the food and eat it slowly, since things had come to this point.

I've decided to go and have a serious talk with Chris tomorrow.

You know what?

He wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth.

The fruit was quite sweet.

Chapters 238 and 239: Let the skill of thievery create a legend!

The land of the Red Devils.

Inside a dilapidated house.

"Oh dear, Mr. Wiz, are you here to order more goods from me again today?"

"Unfortunately, because I haven't eaten for three days in a row, I don't have the strength to prepare those things. You see..."

In front of the low table.

Wearing a cloak and a military cap, Piao Saburo, as usual, was trying to gain sympathy from his only customer.

He deliberately rubbed his shrunken belly, but secretly observed Wiz's reaction.

He knew Wiz was kind-hearted, so every time Wiz came over, he would say this in order to get a free meal.

I thought today would be no exception, but to my surprise, Wiz suddenly took an unconventional approach.

Her expression turned serious, and she said earnestly:

“Mr. Piao Sanlang, I’m not here to buy goods today. I’ve come specifically to seek cooperation with you.”

"By the way, where are your two daughters today?"

Wiz looked around.

Although she had only met Piao Sanlang's younger daughter, Xiaomi, of the two girls, Xiaomi always brought her a lot of joy every time they met.

The act of feeding hungry children always gave her a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.

Upon hearing this, Piao Sanlang couldn't help but frown.

After graduating, the eldest daughter, Huihui, left home to go on adventures, so naturally, we never saw her again.

The youngest daughter is sleeping right now.

He was pondering what cooperation meant.

Just then, creak—

The lady of the house, Weiwei, opened the wooden door and tiptoed in.

This is a woman who is over thirty years old, but still looks like a young girl.

She placed a cup of tea with very little tea leaves in front of Wiz, then quietly knelt down next to Piao Sanlang.

Seeing this, Wiz nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Seeing that all the hosts had arrived, he began to explain his purpose for coming.

"what?!"

When he heard Wiz say that the hiring fee for the collaboration was forty million, Piao Sanlang gasped sharply and almost overturned the table in his excitement.

Fortunately, Weiwei stopped her in time; her slender arm suddenly burst with astonishing strength, her fingers pressing tightly against the edge of the table.

"Calm down, honey! We don't have any money left to buy a new table!"

Even so, the throbbing veins on their hands from exertion and the disbelief in their eyes were clearly visible.

After finally calming her husband down, Weiwei took a deep breath and asked:

"Miss Wiz, are you serious? Forty million?"

“I am aware of my husband’s abilities. Ordinary magical items can only sell for a maximum of 100,000.”

"A four hundred-fold increase all at once, can you give us a heads-up? You're not trying to get my husband to do something bad, are you?"

Wei Yi had a serious expression. They would absolutely never do anything wrong.

Although they lived in poverty, they were poor with confidence and dignity.

You see, they survived five days on liquid food. How poor can they be?

Upon hearing that he had been misunderstood, Wiz frantically waved his hands:

"Of course not, what are you thinking? It's serious research work."

"In fact, I found a new boss who allocated two billion to research on improving a certain magic potion."

"Because I had worked with Mr. Piao Sanlang many times before, he was the first person I thought of."

Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

She thought she was going to make some contraband, but... she said half-jokingly:

"So, Miss Wiz, you've hooked up with a tycoon. Two billion! You should have said so earlier, or I would have taken the liberty of accepting it on behalf of my husband."

When will I start work?

She leaned forward, her red eyes sparkling, already impatient.

The day of escaping poverty seems to be just around the corner, and it just so happens that Xiaomi is almost of school age.

With money, I no longer need to wear Huihui's old clothes.

The thought of Huihui not even having enough to eat at school makes her feel sad.

We absolutely cannot let Xiaomi suffer the same fate.

Wiz was stunned. Married to a rich man? How could you say that? Although it was true, but…