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

Ronan listened to his words and looked at the "thirteen" gesture he made, thinking that no wonder the goddess hadn't been discovered when she moved.

He nodded slightly and asked:

"Is four hundred years the fastest? Is there a way to speed things up?"

"accelerate?"

Upon hearing this, the fallen angel did not show much surprise on his face.

After all, those who know his contact information are mostly gods who have made mistakes and dare not show themselves easily.

He thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and spoke:

"Of course, but, cough cough..." He rubbed his two fingers together.

—A universal method.

—Add more money.

Ronan understood.

"How much?"

"How much do you have?" The fallen angel suddenly straightened his back and adjusted his posture.

"The normal commission rate is 1% of the world value."

"If you can give up 10%, which is 130 divine cores, then the world can be delivered into your hands within 100 years."

"If it's 20%, it'll take 50 years. If it's 30%..."

He paused, then continued.

"We can only increase the number of regular customers by 20% at most, because time is the least valuable thing for us."

Even so, Ronan didn't have that much time to wait patiently.

This was the first time before, and waiting three hundred years is already long enough.

After considering this for a moment, Ronan gave a more reasonable figure:

"If I offer 50%, can I get it right now?"

……

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Ronan, carrying the world core he had somehow intercepted from some archangel, calmly left the location of the fallen angels.

He couldn't help but sigh to himself, "Money really can make the devil turn the millstone."

I heard it's 50%.

The other party dropped the pretense and directly gave him a VIP card, stating that even at the risk of offending those archangels, he would get this done today.

After all, those who can carry thousands of divine sparks with them while traveling are either gods of war or have powerful gods backing them up.

In either case, he couldn't afford to offend them.

"Speaking of which, did the goddess also go through these things? At least she was given two thousand divine sparks..."

Ronan walked along, pondering for a moment before shaking his head. There shouldn't be any, since she had followed the normal booking process.

Having tens of millions three hundred years later has a very different meaning from having tens of millions in cash flow with you.

"My paradise, I have to admit, I'm starting to like it here."

Ronan closed his eyes, sensing the rich divine energy fluctuations in the air, and was increasingly impressed by the abundance of this place.

He took out the VIP card, looked at the building that was faintly visible in the distance and pierced the sky, and already had a new plan in mind.

He planned to buy some more things.

“Selie’s little world, Volame’s little world… I’ve finally come here, how can it be enough for just me?”

"In addition, there are some special inheritances, such as the divine status of the God of Divination that Frilian needs."

"If I'm going to buy something, I'll buy the best. Let's see if there's anything over 10,000 years old. My God of Forging should also be upgraded."

Five thousand years, converted in this world, would barely qualify him as a two-winged angel, which is completely inconsistent with his current status.

With these thoughts in mind, Ronan immediately put them into action.

However, just as he arrived outside the trading area introduced by the fallen angel...

His gaze was suddenly drawn to a notice seeking a god.

The image depicted above bears a striking resemblance to a goddess.

Ronan squinted, slowed his pace unconsciously, and leaned closer to examine it, trying to determine if the image depicted on it was indeed her.

Just then.

"Young god, have you seen my daughter?"

A soft voice came from behind, accompanied by the subtle sound of wings folding.

Ronan turned and looked back.

"daughter?"

What came into view was a young and beautiful goddess.

She had six pairs of pure white wings on her back, and she was tilting her head slightly to look at Ronan.

At first glance, Ronan knew he had probably met the real deal, because they looked so alike.

Both had round faces and long, silver hair that cascaded down like a waterfall...

"I'm sorry, please forgive my rudeness."

Noticing the subtle expression on Ronan's face, the goddess seemed to realize that her behavior had been too abrupt.

She placed her hands on her stomach and explained in a gentle tone:

"Seeing how engrossed you were in looking at her, I assumed you had seen her before..."

“My daughter has been missing for seven thousand years. We have tried countless methods, but we have not been able to find her.”

"If you have ever seen... even just a little bit of information, please tell us."

"A great gift will surely be presented afterward."

Although she knew the chances were slim, she had said the same thing to every god who paid attention to this notice seeking a god.

However, the information we have received so far is still vague and unclear.

But what if... what if we run into a dead rat?

It's just asking a question; it won't take long.

Ronan was speechless, realizing the situation, and he subconsciously hypnotized himself to calm down.

In his view, although the woman in front of him might become his "mother-in-law" in the future, he cannot acknowledge her as his mother-in-law for the time being.

"Hmm, what's wrong, young god? Why aren't you saying anything?"

The six-winged goddess tilted her head. Could it be that she was stunned by her own gaze? That shouldn't be the case…

Although she is almost 30,000 years old this year, which is about 30 years old in human terms.

But it shouldn't be that attractive.

Tsk, these young people nowadays.

Ronan snapped out of his reverie, coughed twice, and tried to change the subject:

"It's nothing. May I ask what your daughter's name is?"

His gaze swept over the notice, paused for a moment, and then he said, "I might, probably, have seen her."

With the other party's biological mother right in front of him, it's a good opportunity to find out the goddess's real name.

The six-winged goddess raised an eyebrow. What did she mean by "maybe," "probably," or "should be"?

But because it was also a glimmer of hope, she hesitated for a moment, then softly uttered a few words:

“Visa, Vesalune, possesses the dual divine authority of magic and life.”

After saying that, she took out a gold-embossed card from her pocket, handed it to Ronan, and said earnestly:

"This is my contact information. If you see it and remember me, please contact me."

“I’m a shareholder here, so there’s no need to worry about whether I’ll keep my promise…”

She sighed again as she spoke. She didn't know how many more years it would take to get definite news.

Another shareholder couldn't wait any longer. If it weren't for the continuation of the family line, who would be willing to force their daughter to marry someone she didn't love?

Just as she was lamenting that even a god needs to worry about the turnover of wealth.

I noticed the VIP card that Ronan was holding.

Immediately, his expression changed, he stopped in his tracks and put on a polite smile again.

"Oh? I misjudged you, it's actually a VIP."

She gave a graceful bow, her wings unfurling.

"In that case, let me show you around here."

"Do you have any shopping plans?"

She needed money, and coincidentally, the commission for VIPs after completing a transaction was substantial.

Ronan paused for a second, his eyebrows slowly rising, clearly not expecting things to develop in this direction.

Shareholders? Even the divine realm has them...

Wait a minute, no wonder she could post the notice here, and no wonder the goddess has the means to buy the world.

Now it makes sense why the goddess was worried about her name being leaked and her being found.

Her mother has connections and influence, just like when a rich second-generation runs away from home and the parents go looking for them in a helicopter.

Ronan let out a breath, feeling a sense of relief.

Then she gladly accepted the goddess mother's suggestion and made a "please" gesture.