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

It was a huge mouth floating in the air, with two eyes on its surface, which was quite bizarre.

When Ronan saw it, it was chewing something, and then it spat out several monsters similar to those in the previous levels.

Too lazy to waste any more words, now that he had met the final boss, Ronan used Wind Spirit Moon Shadow to instantly kill him in order to save some time.

The demon's health was forcibly reduced to zero.

The large mouth opened wide and uttered a strange syllable, resembling laughter, as if it wanted to mock:

"what…"

The next second, the sound stopped abruptly.

In a flash, it turned to ash and scattered in the wind.

All of this happened in an instant. Celia was stunned. Her heightened emotions vanished abruptly, and the surging magic was interrupted once again.

She rubbed her eyes, as if she couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.

—Dead? Dead?

Instantly.

She was furious.

(?°д°)

—I haven't done anything yet!

—How awful!

Chapter 35, Section 36: The Harvest, The Departure

Celia completely lost her composure.

She, who was passionate about fighting, felt as if she had watched her life's wealth be burned to ashes when she saw the battle leave her.

what is the problem?

Demons cannot simply die out of thin air.

Unless it was suicide.

Suicide… Seria thought of this possibility and a cold smile crept onto her lips.

What kind of demon is this? Is it brain-dead?

But if it wasn't suicide, then what was it? It couldn't have been Ronan who killed him, could it...?

When she came in, Celia was constantly observing her surroundings with vigilance.

However, she did not see Ronan make any suspicious moves at all.

The disconnect between reality and her thoughts, coupled with the emptiness after losing the ability to fight, plunged Celia into deep confusion.

Just then, Frilian stepped forward and came to Ronan's side.

She stopped in her tracks, her gaze falling on the massive stone door behind the demon, her eyes revealing a joyful sense of impending adventure and impending reward.

"Is this the treasure vault?"

"Frilian said softly."

As the demon died, the surrounding monsters let out several mournful howls before disintegrating and turning to ashes.

Ronan glanced at him indifferently, not paying any attention.

He took a few steps forward and came to the stone gate.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and tried to push it away without hesitation.

next second.

Seria snapped out of her daze, saw Ronan's actions, her heart tightened, and she quickly called out:

"Wait, on the door..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ronan's right hand had already touched the stone door.

A bolt of lightning shot out from his fingertips, producing a crisp crackling sound.

In a flash of lightning, Ronan raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Lightning magic..."

He turned around, his gaze falling on Celia, his eyes seeming to say that the reminder came too late.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Celia's face.

She stepped forward and explained a few words.

In essence, it means that since this demon can create monsters.

Therefore, there's no reason why the vault's door should always be closed.

Years of experience told her that there must be an unknown barrier protecting the door.

Ronan's experience confirmed her suspicions.

Celia stretched out a hand and stopped a few centimeters away from the stone gate.

As she dismantled the barrier, she turned back:

"That's why I said you newcomers shouldn't have come in with me."

"You don't even know common sense from a thousand years ago. How can a hero like you protect Frillie?"

"Let me handle her."

Upon hearing Celia's words, Frilian did not reply, but simply pursed her lips slightly.

Ronan said indifferently:

"You yourself said it was common knowledge from a thousand years ago, it's normal that she and I didn't know it, it's just a trap."

"Everyone starts as a newbie."

“Miss Celie, there’s no need to discuss this further. She herself doesn’t agree, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

"Let's talk about the distribution of the treasure."

Ronan had little interest in the treasure; more accurately, he had no interest in the wealth itself.

As it happens, Celia wasn't interested either.

Because we need to clear out all the mimics here before leaving, too much gold and silver will only hinder the collection of magic.

Then, here comes the problem.

Since neither of them is interested in gold and silver treasures, then who should receive them?

Almost simultaneously, the two thought of a certain possibility and their gazes instinctively turned to Frillie.

Frillie took a small step back.

Celia sneered:

"Interesting. I didn't expect you, brave warrior, to be so generous. I underestimated you."

"Very well, let it be so. All the gold and silver treasures will be given to Frilian to build her village. I will keep the magic book for myself, but you can share it with me after it is deciphered."

"The rest of the magical artifacts... I'll take a loss and give them all to you."

"Any more questions? If not, then the allocation will proceed as planned."

"I never imagined that I, Celia, would make such a choice one day."

She had never shared her loot with anyone when exploring the ruins before, but today she made an exception.

squeak-

With a muffled sound, the stone door slowly opened, and the treasure inside was gradually revealed to the three of them.

The three of them began to tidy up the contents of the vault in an orderly manner, and before long, they left the vault with a full haul.

Then, they spent some time carefully exploring the entire ruins and clearing out all the mimics.

Only then did they leave the ruins, completely satisfied.

……

Outside the ruins.

The sunlight was dazzling, and Celia was calculating her harvest when she was suddenly taken aback.

She discovered that out of every 100 mimics, the probability of it being a real treasure chest was a full 5%.

This number is incredible; it's ten times the theoretical value.

Is this also a result of the brave warrior?

She narrowed her eyes, her gaze falling on Ronan, a hint of hesitation flashing in them.

After a moment, she asked:

"I'll be staying nearby for a while to analyze those spells. Would you like to come with me?"

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of inquiry:

"Brave warrior, let me ask you, have you always been very lucky?"

She suspected that Ronan possessed some kind of unseen advantage, such as "good luck."

You should know that in the world created by the goddess, anything is possible.

Because even the ability to predict the future exists.

Being lucky is nothing.

Celia is not unpleasant.

Ronan smiled and replied:

Who knows what luck is, such an elusive thing?

"We live nearby too, why don't you come with us? It'll save you from staying in a hotel."