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

Having learned this, Ronan nodded, roughly understanding the predicament the village was currently facing.

This sounds like a very outrageous thing.

If things continue like this, they will starve to death in a few hundred years…

"This..." Ronan sighed inwardly. Indeed, there was a huge difference between the world as seen by humans and elves.

He sighed and looked up: "Since it's a problem of food, it's easy to solve."

"In the end, food is wealth, and wealth is money. I have a small amount of property."

"If you don't mind, I'll take care of this."

Ronan did not hand the gold coins directly to the village chief.

His past life experiences taught him that things given away for free are not appreciated.

At the same time, this world is not a game; if you mess it up, there's no chance to start over or reload.

Furthermore, elves have different personalities than humans.

However, respect earned through hard work is vastly different from respect gained through natural advantages.

He also wanted to see the outside world.

In a human town, they stumbled upon an antique, sold it for an astronomical price, and unexpectedly brought back a large quantity of grain...

There shouldn't be any major problems.

Chapter 6, Reward: Legendary Magic

The village chief was overjoyed to receive Ronan's promise; the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and his eyes were filled with relief and anticipation.

Although I didn't have high expectations for how much grain he would bring back, the fact that he had this intention proved that I hadn't misjudged him.

Ordinary people wouldn't have such awareness; at most, they would only offer small favors.

Little did they know that the elves had no need for these things at all.

With a long lifespan, any trouble can eventually be resolved.

Apart from.

money.

So, to demonstrate the generosity of the elves, the village chief hurriedly returned to his house and retrieved a magic book.

He handed the magic book to Ronan, implying that he should sell it if he needed money.

As magic from the mythological era, it should fetch a considerable price, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

Ronan was somewhat confused. He glanced at the spellbook, then at the village chief, his eyes seeming to convey…

Isn't this just money? Why do the elves...

To be honest...

Before Ronan could voice his question, the village chief explained with a sigh:

"We elves are not good at trading and are not very sensitive to money."

“There have been instances where a spell worth ten thousand gold coins was sold for five hundred gold coins.”

"Since then, we have abandoned the practice of making money by selling magic."

"After all... there has never been a fixed price for magic on the market."

"This was originally one of my collections. It was created by a great mage of my elven race three thousand years ago, in the early days of the mythological era."

The village chief stared intently at Ronan, his tone serious.

“Lord Ronan, please accept this. The future of our village rests entirely on your shoulders.”

“As a human being, I believe you should be able to maximize the value of this magic book.”

These words were so heavy that Ronan felt somewhat embarrassed.

He took the magic book and nodded: "No need to be so formal, village chief, please rest assured."

"Since it's an antique from three thousand years ago, I imagine many magicians would be interested in it."

"Of course, it's best not to sell if you can avoid it. This is one of your village's collections, isn't it?"

"If it's gone, the loss will be enormous."

Three thousand years ago—it feels incredibly distant.

In Ronan's view, from a historical perspective, it is at least an artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

Even artifacts from the Spring and Autumn Period are not worth mentioning in front of it.

Although the world does not have those dynasties in reality, the weight of history will never disappear.

However, just as Ronan was lost in thought, the village chief waved his hand:

"No, no, no, it's just something from three thousand years ago. In terms of history, it's only a little older than me. In my opinion, it's not anything particularly precious."

"I only took it out because it was associated with legendary magic."

"Moreover, this is not the original from three thousand years ago, but only a rubbing."

"I have two or three copies at home, and if possible, I can print a few more..."

"But I didn't do that because I didn't want to break the tacit understanding between the mages."

"You don't need to worry about this."

"Lord Ronan."

After these words, Ronan fell into a long silence.

How could he describe a 3,000-year-old antique as... worthless street vendor stuff?

Goodness, is this the worldview of elves?

Ronan's eyes were opened.

At this moment, he finally understood why they were selling a magic book worth 10,000 gold coins for 500 gold coins.

If a person can live to be a hundred years old, then they will naturally look down on things from 110 years ago.

Because in their eyes, this was something new ten years ago, something they used to see often when they were young.

However, in the eyes of those with normal lifespans, 110 years ago is a very distant era. It is extremely rare to even see such a thing, let alone to see it often.

Thinking of this, Ronan shook his head with a sigh.

Forget it.

Regardless of what these elves thought, he believed that the magic from three thousand years ago was extremely valuable.

The legendary magic, no one knows what it actually looks like.

……

After the village chief left, Ronan put away his magic book, went out of the house, and began to wander around the village.

He held a piece of bread in his hand, eating as he walked, enjoying the rare moment of peace and quiet, the scenery before him still as beautiful as ever.

Not long after he finished the bread, he returned to the house.

Looking at the sky, it was probably around nine o'clock in the morning, but Frillie still hadn't gotten up.

Around 10 or 11 o'clock, there was finally some movement upstairs.

First came a slight turning sound, followed by moaning and groaning, as if someone was rolling around in bed, trying to fight against the blankets.

At noon, close to lunchtime, Ronan saw Frillie, clutching a pillow, with drooping ears, slowly push open the door and walk out.

With a creaking sound, the wooden door rattled, and her eyes, still half-closed, narrowed into slits.

Her messy hair didn't make her look sloppy; instead, it added to her cuteness and playfulness, as if the whole style of the painting had changed.

Seeing this, Ronan, who was reading a book in the living room, smiled.

"Even elves sometimes want to sleep in?"

Hearing the sound, Frillie looked downstairs.

However, even this small movement seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

She curled up like a cat into a ball, her voice slightly languid, as she retorted:

"You're getting up too early. I'm an elf, you know. I can sleep for more than ten hours a day without any problem."

"So, what are you doing?"

"Read the book. The village chief gave it to me this morning. He said it's a legendary magic."

Ronan raised the spellbook in his hand and gestured to Frilian.

Frillie was taken aback when she saw this.

"Legendary magic?"

Instantly, most of her drowsiness dissipated, as if she had inhaled catnip. She jumped directly from the second floor to the first floor, even throwing the pillow in her hand aside.

Leaning closer to Ronan, she asked curiously:

"real or fake?"

“I’ve vaguely heard about it, but isn’t that the village chief’s treasured possession?”

Why would I give it to you?

Ronan smiled and said, "I don't know either. Maybe they saw that I'm handsome and dashing, and have the air of a savior."

Frillie rolled her eyes at him inwardly. He was so vain; she certainly didn't believe him.

Something must have happened between the two of them in the morning.

What exactly is it? I really want to know, because this is legendary magic.

As the elf with the highest magical talent in the village, the village chief had always tried to stop her when she wanted to learn magic, making it seem like he was doing it for her own good that she couldn't learn it.

I really don't understand the reason behind it.