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

"Speaking of which, what are your plans regarding Jingjiang, that child?"

Turn your head to the side,

“She is human. Although she has become somewhat similar to Volameh due to your influence, she is not anyone’s disciple after all.”

"How long will she stay with us?"

Frillie didn't dislike Shizue Izawa; on the contrary, she felt a pang of pity for this orphan.

However, Ronan was not her father, and they were not her mother.

Logically speaking, there is no obligation for him to take care of her indefinitely.

Ronan strode along, following Frillie at a leisurely pace.

At this moment, upon hearing Frillie's question, he pondered for a moment before answering:

“You’re right, so these are only temporary; she hasn’t yet emerged from the shadow of the war.”

"When she can truly forget those painful past events, that will be about right."

"Tell me about the situation in the Eastern Empire, and also about the Western countries..."

As they talked, the two gradually approached the house, which blended modern and contemporary styles.

After understanding the current situation, Ronan had a general idea.

A moment later, looking at the building before him, he felt a surge of satisfaction.

Orcs are incredibly efficient at their work; some evolved goblins have even mastered the skill of architects.

With sufficient materials, almost anything can be made.

"That's about it. Next, we should start making things that can improve the quality of life, such as flat glass and tiles."

Ronan stroked his chin, a thoughtful glint in his eyes.

He still remembered how flat glass was made; it was simply a further improvement on the manufacturing process of ordinary glass, increasing light transmittance and making the shape more aesthetically pleasing.

However, he was unsure about the manufacturing process of the tiles, as he had the impression that they should contain metal and not be simply made of clay.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something and asked Frillie,

"If I gave you something that has never existed before in the world, could you use your skills to figure out how it was made?"

Upon hearing this, Frillie paused slightly, a look of confusion on her face.

Something that has never appeared before...

Since it hasn't appeared, how can it be brought out?

Seeing this, Ronan patiently explained:

"After my trip to the Elf Realm, I successfully mastered a new skill called 'The One Who Follows My Will'."

"This skill has an ability called 'Manifestation of Thoughts'."

"Any substance that exists in my memory can be created at will."

"Although these substances will disappear after a period of time, analyzing them for you shouldn't be a problem."

Upon hearing this, Frillie frowned, somewhat surprised.

She never expected that Ronan would be able to do something like this now.

I originally thought my ability to analyze everything was already enough to overturn everyone's worldview, but now...

A surge of emotion welled up within Frillie. She took a deep breath and replied earnestly:

"I understand. Please leave this to me. I will try to analyze it."

Although she wasn't sure if she could succeed, it was a rare opportunity that she didn't want to miss.

Ronan nodded, quickly bringing to life the glass and tiles from his memory.

After Frillie took it and examined it carefully, a complex expression appeared on her face, and she nodded.

"Yes, although I don't know why, my skills can display their manufacturing process."

"However, the process seems a bit complicated. With our current level of expertise, we can't perfectly replicate it. It seems we're missing a few materials."

This was to be expected; the worldview is what it is.

Even if there are transmigrators from other worlds.

However, it is almost an impossible task to create something from the 21st century using technology from the 20th or even 19th century.

Ronan, however, paid no attention to these things:

"It's alright, let's record these production processes first, and try and fail slowly. We'll eventually find the closest smelting technology."

"Besides that, there is also..."

As he spoke, he conjured up several small objects one by one, including some electrical appliances.

Although electricity is not yet widespread in this era, and the time traveler from decades ago only managed to come up with some concepts, it's close to the present day in terms of time.

If all else fails, he can develop it himself; it won't take much effort anyway.

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Frilian was unaware of Ronan's inner thoughts; she simply accepted the materialized object instinctively.

After reviewing the production process and the materials needed, she silently memorized them and then followed Ronan into the house to begin touring her future home.

You can make those little things anytime.

Choosing a room, determining the decorating style, and even selecting furniture are the most important things.

A good mood that concerns one's future.

And so, Frillie chose a room on the second floor, decorated mainly in white tones.

As for the furniture... it's made of solid wood, and as long as it works, it's fine. Frilian is very satisfied.

Upon arriving at the recreation room, Ronan picked up a badminton racket made of special materials.

Because ball sports are more entertaining and less violent.

Therefore, badminton, volleyball, and other recreational activities became Ronan's top choices for leisure time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and used "manifestation of thoughts" to make several white badminton shuttlecocks appear out of thin air.

He was planning to have Frilian play a game with him to see how his skills were.

Just then, Frey came looking for her in a hurry.

She claimed she had to go back because her hometown had been robbed.

Chapter 87, Clash

Ronan frowned. His hometown had been robbed?

Who is so bold?

Although the news that Frey was his subordinate had not yet spread.

But her status as a demon king alone is enough to deter a group of wicked villains.

His thoughts raced. Ronan put down his badminton racket, glanced sideways, and asked:

"Don't rush, tell me the details of what happened."

"How is the situation in Tianyi Kingdom now?"

"Nothing's wrong in Skywing Kingdom," Frey replied quickly, her gaze fixed on Ronan, her eyes filled with worry.

"The problem is that those subjects I previously believed were about to rebel are all dead, not one of them survived."

"Isn't this great?"

Ronan didn't see anything wrong with it.

Frey nodded, a helpless expression on her face:

"Yes, it is indeed very good, but the premise is that it must be done by my people."

"Unfortunately, they died at the hands of others, the men of the Demon King Clayman."

"He claims that I stole secrets from the puppet state, encountered them during the investigation, and killed them. Now, Kreman wants to use this to force me to form an alliance with him."

“If I refuse, he will spread the word.”

"If the news of the current queen's plot to murder the former queen is leaked, and I, as the queen, am suspected of killing her to cover it up."

"I fear my Tianyi Kingdom will be plunged into civil war, with no peace ever again... Master, what should I do?"

Frey was very conflicted.

Firstly, she knew Clayman's character; he always kept his word. Secondly, she sensed that Clayman had someone backing him up.

Because those people died without making any noise.

To be able to enter Tianyi Kingdom silently and leave silently, one must be a master.

Admittedly, this person may not be as strong as Ronan, but Frey is unwilling to have another enemy added for no reason.

Ronan nodded, understanding her concerns:

"I see, that's what you're worried about... Don't worry, there's no need to be so concerned."

"At this point, all we need to do is get ahead of Clayman and launch a preemptive strike on public opinion."

"I will send someone to assist you next. Now let's talk about that Demon King Clayman."

Frey gave a brief description of the other party.

Ronan learned that the other party was one of the new generation of demon kings, and that he was despicable and treacherous, which aroused his interest.

Finally, he had encountered a somewhat challenging, normal demon king, and he decisively gave the order:

"Get Farrell to cooperate with you."

"You said he has someone behind him, so creating some unexpected situations should force that person to show up."

"Also, your tribe's defenses need to be strengthened. It's far too lax that anyone can break in."