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

Chapter 94, Kreman's Frustration, Cultural Export

He had to admit that he hadn't thought of that before.

Although he doesn't need money, he can never have too much spiritual satisfaction.

It seems I've become too accustomed to modern life and have overlooked the impact these novel clothes have on people's aesthetic sense.

They also overlooked the fact that some things are more important than wealth itself.

Ronan nodded and approved Amecia's trade application.

He pondered the clothes from his past life; any style, even cute, wild, or seductive, could be manufactured here.

He never cared whether he could sell them or not; as long as one out of ten thousand people bought them, that was enough.

If word spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, it might just bring a small visual shock to the world.

Amysia was unaware of Ronan's thoughts. At that moment, she was overjoyed and immersed in the fashion trend she had started.

However, she then remembered the sweat on her body, quickly regained her senses, and followed Carrera toward the bathroom.

On the way, Amecia and Carrera, also known as the Primal Yellow, started chatting.

Amysia asked if there were any other fun things to do here.

Carrera's pupils flickered slightly, a mysterious smile playing on her lips, and she nodded gently:

"Yes, Master has created many novel things from scratch. I think you, Miss Amecia, will definitely like them."

The two talked as they walked further and further away until they disappeared at the end of the room.

Leon wanted to follow and see what was happening, but Ronan stopped him by raising his hand.

"Don't worry, Leon, I believe they will get along very well."

"Let's get back to business. What exactly do you want with this Elf Queen?"

"She can't be the Demon King, right? Why do you two seem so familiar with each other?"

Leon remained silent for a moment before finally revealing the truth: the other person was his senior sister.

Ronan understood: "I see."

He thought that Leon was still resentful after losing to him before, so he wanted to find someone to teach him a lesson.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be my senior sister's protectiveness and a test.

I felt a little envious, but it was just a fleeting thought.

He waved his hand, turned around, and said:

"Since she's your senior sister, then forget it. I'll continue to ask you to take care of Jingjiang."

"As a reward, if you encounter any trouble in the future, I can help you solve it once, but only once."

"Is there anything else?"

A rare moment of leisure is interrupted by a sudden visitor, and even if the visitor is a beautiful woman, it's hard not to feel a little disappointed.

Fortunately, trade dispelled these disappointments, and he even secretly looked forward to the future.

Leon shook his head, but did not leave. He would not be at ease until he saw Amecia appear safely with his own eyes.

Ronan didn't bother with him, thinking that if he wanted to stay there, then so be it.

However, considering that women do need some time to shower, he gestured to Leon that if he had nothing else to do, he could play a game of ball with him.

--table tennis.

Perhaps this can be used for some cultural export.

In short, besides clothes, there must be something special left here.

Otherwise, the trip would have been in vain.

……

The Puppet Kingdom.

boom!

An angry slam of the table shattered the silence in the room.

Kreman gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

With a "crack," the wine glass shattered in his hand, spilling wine all over the floor, but it still couldn't quell the anger on his face.

"That woman..."

Kreman gritted his teeth, his dark eyes filled with hatred, his voice sounding as if squeezed from the depths of his throat.

"Can anyone tell me how that woman became so powerful in just two days? Damn it!"

"What exactly happened in the Golden Land? And where did that Demon King named Farrell come from?!"

Kreman was absolutely furious.

He originally thought the matter was a sure thing.

He has already occupied the moral high ground, has found sufficient reasons for it, and also has the advantage in terms of strength.

Unexpectedly, with Frey's increasing strength and the birth of a new winged demon king, everything vanished.

What happened to the plan of killing each other?

Why weren't they killed?

They killed your master and forced you to flee for two hundred years, yet you reconciled with them in just two days, completely disregarding the deep-seated hatred of two hundred years...

All of this made Kreman feel as disgusted as if he had eaten a pile of dog shit.

Just then, Laplace reappeared in the room.

He had originally intended to report on the mission's progress, saying that the hero was heading towards the Golden Land, but he was caught off guard by Clayman's expression.

Under the mask, Laplace's expression suddenly turned gloomy.

"Who bullied you, Kreman?"

Kreman looked up and saw Laplace. His initial anger subsided somewhat after he slammed his fist on the table again.

He gritted his teeth:

"We failed, Laplace. Something unexpected happened in the Golden City."

"Frei has reconciled with the rebels from back then, and her strength has improved even further. She is now comparable to an awakened demon king."

"What's worse, she brought back a new demon king... Our plans have completely collapsed..."

"Collapse? No need to worry. Frey, is that it? I'll go kill her right now. She's just an awakened demon lord."

Laplace interrupted Kreman without hesitation.

He drew the dagger from his waist, ready to go to great lengths for his comrade.

He couldn't bear to see his companions looking downcast. The leader had passed away, and as the strongest, he felt it was his responsibility to protect his other companions.

A subtle glint flashed in Kreman's eyes, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he clenched his fist and then relaxed it, still offering his advice:

"Don't rush, don't be impulsive, Laplace. It's just failure; everyone has failed."

"Judging from the current situation, Frey is no longer someone we can easily control. Even if we kill her, it won't solve the fundamental problem."

"The most urgent thing is to focus our attention on Leon and avenge our boss."

"We can deal with Frey's matter later, what do you say?"

Laplace was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

He sheathed his dagger and said:

"Alright, since this is your idea, I'll listen to you for now."

"However, regarding Fordman and Tia..."

“Yes, I’ll handle it.” Kreman understood what Laplace meant.

Fordman and Tia are also their companions, members of the Moderate Jokers Company. Fordman is the Angry Joker, and Tia is the Tearful Joker.

The two of them are currently gathering intelligence in other countries. If they find out about this, they will definitely rush back.

Therefore, we can only put this matter aside for now and tell them when the time is right.

Laplace felt somewhat relieved after hearing this.

After he left, Clayman's expression turned gloomy again.

Click, click.

He kept crushing the pen in his hand, and only then did he gradually feel better.

He snorted coldly.

"Just you wait, Frey, luck won't always be on your side."

"So what if you become an awakened demon king? I'll make you regret it."

The humiliation Frey inflicted on him is something Klayman will probably never forget for the rest of his life.

So he immediately left the office, walking and thinking about what other ways he could take away Tianyi Kingdom.

It seems that small-scale tactics are no longer enough; Frey must experience true despair in order to wash away today's humiliation.

Chapter 95, Celia in the Bathroom, Amecia's Invitation

In the spacious bathroom, steam drifted gently through the air, mingling with the fragrance of rose essential oil.

Amysia stretched out her slender fingers and gently parted the petals floating on the water's surface before slowly lying down in the bath.

The warm water enveloped her body, instantly relaxing her previously tense muscles.

"Comfortable~"

The surrounding decorations were extremely luxurious, yet they possessed a unique charm, quite different from the aristocratic style she was familiar with.

She placed her hands on the edge of the bathtub, the water lapping against her skin and bringing a tingling sensation.