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

Frillie didn't understand the reason.

In her view, this was both inexplicable and inexplicably reasonable.

Taking a deep breath, Frillie raised her eyes, which were now flashing with a rather complex light.

She barely suppressed her curiosity, looking at Ronan with a hint of reverence in her eyes, and quickly asked:

"Where did you learn all this knowledge? Why haven't I heard anything about it before? That's so strange!"

"If humans in the past had mastered this knowledge, magic wouldn't have stagnated until now."

Strange? Ronan smiled, not at all surprised.

If someone possesses wisdom that is a thousand years ahead of others and still cannot achieve these accomplishments, then they are not worthy of being called a time traveler.

In reality, people in the past were not foolish; they simply lacked the eyes to see.

Before the invention of machinery, who could have imagined that water, which seems so soft, could have the power to cut through steel?

He was merely standing on the shoulders of giants.

Ronan shook his head slightly and didn't say anything more, just walked on quietly.

Soon they entered the market, and the surroundings became increasingly lively.

Frillie also changed her contemplative demeanor, becoming attracted to a dazzling array of magical tools, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Chapter 9.9, Spending a fortune, what does "cracked version" even mean?

"You like these things?"

Noticing that Frilian's gaze lingered on a particular stall for a long time, Ronan followed suit and looked in that direction.

He didn't recognize magical artifacts; he just found the things on the stall strange and unusual—mostly bottles, jars, and wooden sticks…

Wooden sticks? You can actually sell these things?

The bottles and jars look like antiques...

It's not a flea market, is it? Although it's quite strange that there are flea markets in this day and age.

But given that this is another world, it's not impossible.

"Of course I like it. I heard there are ruins nearby. I thought it was just a legend before, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Frillie lowered her head slightly, her voice very low, as if she were telling a little secret.

"It is said that the ruins are full of treasures, as well as some long-lost magic books."

"If I'm not mistaken, those items over there were brought out from the ruins."

"It's a pity I don't have much money on me, otherwise I would have bought them all to collect."

She not only loves magic, but also enjoys many things related to magic.

Some of the wood carvings in the house are among them, and they have been imbued with calming magic.

Although Ronan was unaware of Frilian's collecting obsession, he could tell from her reluctant expression...

After a moment's hesitation, he raised his hand and gently patted Frillie's shoulder, his tone casual:

"Stay here and don't move, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he walked towards the stall.

From Frilian's perspective, Ronan exchanged a few words with the stall owner, who immediately beamed with joy.

Immediately afterwards, he took some things from Ronan, and without even leaving the stall, hurriedly ran away.

He looked like a beggar who had been begging for food for half a day and finally received a large sum of money, so excited that he instantly disappeared from his original feigned lameness.

--what happened?

Frillie frowned slightly, having some vague guesses, but not yet certain.

Because she was well aware of the high cost of magical artifacts.

In this era, officially recognized mages were extremely rare and held a high status, so they were either rich or noble.

Therefore, these items, which are both antiques and practical objects, can always fetch astronomical prices.

The wood carvings in her home were the result of her saving every penny for thirty years.

These things in front of me... are worth at least forty or fifty wood carvings.

What is 30 times 50?

Frillie tried to calculate in her mind, but because she didn't know multiplication, she couldn't figure out the approximate value after a long time.

By then, Ronan had already returned.

He seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, and without thinking, he took Frilian's hand and immediately headed towards the stall.

Frillie instinctively wanted to break free, but a fleeting moment of hesitation made her subconsciously stop.

Following Ronan to the stall, he explained what had just happened:

“It’s all settled. I’ve also learned some information; there is indeed a ruin nearby.”

"According to some scholars' exploration, it was probably left behind by the Pure Land Dynasty 1,300 years ago."

"It's not fully developed yet, and many adventurers are heading there."

"These magical artifacts are from 1,300 years ago."

"I don't know how much value they still have, but now they're all yours."

These heartfelt words further confirmed Frillie's suspicions.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if a pebble had been thrown into her heart, causing obvious ripples.

At this moment, she was filled with mixed feelings and didn't know what to say.

Complaining that Ronan spends money recklessly?

What right does she have to complain? The two were just casual acquaintances who met by chance.

A subtle relationship was formed solely because of their shared interest in magic.

Should she accept it gladly? Frilian felt she wasn't worth that much money. Although elves didn't value money, they understood its importance.

To receive such a great favor all at once is something that could probably not be repaid even after hundreds of years.

Ultimately, these magical artifacts are sold separately.

Normally, they might sell one item every few months; no one has ever bought them all at once.

Can humans live for hundreds of years?

Frillie sighed deeply; the answer was obvious.

She slowly raised her head, her voice as low as a mosquito's buzz:

"I'm sorry to have troubled you. These magical artifacts must be very expensive."

"I only came to buy food, but I never expected..."

"No need to apologize, it's just a small amount of money."

In contrast to Frilian's sorrow, Ronan looked relaxed, with a faint smile always on his face.

It's as if the gold coins I just spent weren't even worth a penny.

"A mere six thousand gold coins is already a great deal to buy artifacts from thirteen hundred years ago, not to mention that they are tools used exclusively by mages."

In his view, 1,300 years ago was probably during the Tang Dynasty, and every single artifact from the Tang Dynasty has extremely high value.

It's a pity this isn't modern times; otherwise, with Feng Lingyueying, no item in the collection could escape his grasp.

Even if it's a precious artifact hidden in a foreign museum, he has a way to get his hands on it. How could he let it fall into the hands of outsiders?

"A mere...six thousand?"

Frillie's eyes widened slightly.

She had no idea what Ronan was thinking at that moment, and was only astonished by the unimaginably high number.

She couldn't help but wonder if Ronan had misspoken the number, saying six hundred instead of six thousand.

It's important to understand that in this era, being an adventurer is considered a very high-paying profession.

Even so, despite risking their lives every day, they could only earn two or three gold coins a month at most.

Six thousand gold coins, that's three thousand times the monthly income, which translates to three thousand months. How many years is that?

Hard to imagine.

In less than a minute, Ronan had spent more money than an adventurer could earn in several lifetimes.

Even though Frilian wasn't interested in money itself, she felt a sense of utter absurdity welling up inside her.

At the same time, a big question slowly emerged in her mind.

—How much money does Ronan actually have?

If he can casually produce 6,000 gold coins, his net worth must be at least 30,000.

And judging from his nonchalant attitude just now, even the most conservative estimate is that he's worth more than 100,000 gold coins...

How could a brave warrior be so rich? Is he a prince from some country?

It's no wonder Frilian would have wild thoughts, after all, Ronan's concept of money is clearly different from others.

In her opinion, Ronan must have lived a life of luxury as a child, with everything done for him.

After figuring this out, Frilian gave Ronan a deep look, and her attitude towards him subtly changed.

Since he suspected Ronan might be a prince, he couldn't be too casual about it.

If you accidentally anger him and get arrested one day, even the village chief might not be able to reason with you.

"What are you thinking about, Frilian?" Ronan interrupted her thoughts with a smile, gesturing for Frilian not to be shy.

"Since I've already bought it, it's too late to talk about whether it was worth it or not. I think it was worth it, because happiness is priceless."

"Of course, the most important thing is that you're happy. Anyway, it would be a waste to leave it to someone who doesn't know anything about it."