Frillian in the Elden Ring

"Information says it's on the Yatan Plateau."

“It’s so far.”

"Do you think this master has the knowledge to decipher the secrets of the Elden Ring and find a way to repair it?"

She said bluntly: "If it doesn't work, I'm not interested in vague philosophical theories. That kind of thing can't save the border area."

"The master's realm is very high, but I don't know exactly how high it is. I'll ask him when the time comes."

"By the way, I want to ask you about someone, Vic..."

However, Colin didn't know much. Apart from prayer and the academic studies related to the magic circle, his knowledge was actually limited, and he was also somewhat unfamiliar with the other faded ones.

Fulilian felt that senior and top-tier Faders like Roger, D, and Neferi should know about this, but unfortunately, they weren't there. Perhaps it was because the guild she supported had too many commissions, so it backfired.

But there is one Round Table leader who is always there.

The silver-haired girl walked to the corridor beside the round table and knocked on the door before entering.

Upon seeing her master, Fulilian immediately greeted him and asked, "Sir Baizhi, how much do you know about the Knights of the Round Table, Vic?"

Even though he was working at his desk through his helmet, he showed a slight surprise. It was really rare that the first intelligence at the border had an atmosphere of reminiscing about the past.

"It's all old news."

"...I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to him, but it's related to the epilepsy fire. You'd better stay away from him."

Fulilian, who was leaning against the door frame, remained silent, as if she had not heard the refusal.

Sir Baizhi looked at the silver-haired girl with an expression that said, "Do you think I'm stupid? You must know something. Don't bluff me." He knew that the other party was not satisfied and was very confident in his intelligence capabilities.

Never mind, it's just a small matter, not worth making an enemy of him.

"Vic is powerful, of noble character, and renowned far and wide. He is favored by the ancient dragon Lance Shanks and can harness the power of that ancient dragon. In my mind, he is the epitome of the Faded Ones, supporting the Hall of the Round Table in these turbulent times."

Fulilian didn't react much, but she noticed that Melina's spirit beside her had a hint of dislike.

The most outstanding faded person should be a partner. Sir Baizhi said this to his face, which was a bit provocative, or he was too immersed in the past.

"anything else?"

"I don't know the details, but the result was that Vic was infected with the Mad Fire, his true form was sealed in the Forbidden Prison, and even his beloved witch died unexpectedly... Perhaps this was the price of learning part of the truth about the Golden Tree. Even a Faded One at the Quasi-King level has its trials that cannot be overcome."

He stared at the silver-haired girl meaningfully.

"If I'm not mistaken, Vic was unwilling to let his witches make the sacrifice, so he chose to shoulder the responsibility alone. Unfortunately, no matter what he chose, it was wrong in the end."

"Correct."

There is no need to talk further, they are all smart people, so I will stop here.

Sir Baizhi issued a clear warning, implicitly discouraging the prince from further interfering with the Golden Tree and suggesting that the status quo be maintained. But Fulilian would not listen. She continued to do what was necessary, but she didn't dare to question him further.

Melina's face turned sour after hearing about the topic of witches, she kept the answer for now, she could always get to the bottom of it later.

The most important thing is that she doesn't trust Sir Baizhi.

"Thank you very much."

"Flillian."

Suddenly, he stopped the silver-haired girl who had turned around and warned her solemnly: "When you are faced with a decision one day, don't let your emotions easily affect your judgment."

But the other party closed the door and left without looking back, without making any comment.

Those who aspire to be the strongest have their pride. If that pride is easily shaken, the king is no longer a king.

"I thought you were going to keep asking."

After leaving Sir Baizhi's room, Melina expressed her surprise to Frillian. This man, who was famous for asking questions to find out the truth, actually suppressed his curiosity.

"First of all, he's not trustworthy. Secondly, don't I have someone who knows the most about the death of witches?"

"..."

"You've been hiding something from me, but it's nothing dangerous to me. I don't mind. Everyone in this world has a few secrets. Besides, everything will come to light in the end. The meaning of the journey lies in discovery."

Melina didn't know how to respond to his usual open-minded and optimistic remarks.

She even felt a little guilty because she had been thinking about practicing sacrifice on her own initiative without asking her partner's opinion. It was too alienating.

"Actually, I'm starting to have doubts about my mission now."

"Just don't be too self-conscious. Whatever you're thinking about, remember that I have the power to break the rules and not choose the established path."

"I believe you."

In the past, she probably wouldn't have taken it seriously. However, when Melina was fighting the Goddess of Corruption and facing danger, the new power that erupted was terrifying. Although it was fleeting, it was very impressive. The aura of burning and creation was extremely domineering.

There may be more than one similar trump card.

Therefore, Fulilian is confident and not interested in the intrigues between people. Whether or not to ask the truth does not affect her adventure, and she always gives her companions a sense of relaxation.

The silver-haired girl strode into the forging corridor and saw Xiu Gu sweating profusely.

"The armor and weapons you asked me to modify are all finished. They are right there. Just take them."

After that, he continued to fight, completely ignoring her.

"Thank you."

The armor pieces he'd acquired perfectly aligned with his light armor, imbued with weight and strength, its silvery, streamlined form imbued with majesty. This was truly the work of a top-tier craftsman, a pinnacle of perfection.

Fulilian tried to move and was very flexible, which matched the cloak embroidered by Burke very well, and there was no trace of the previous battle.

Ready for the next journey.

She then greeted Rodlika and handed over the new job of handling the ashes.

"Wait a minute, why do you look weird?"

The girl with short blond hair nodded, took a deep breath, and looked towards the room on the other side. Even through the doorway, she could smell a decadent and disgusting aura. Fulilian had sensed it the moment she entered, but she ignored it because the Round Table Hall was full of strange things.

Of course, if it harms the environment, there are ways to torture them while adhering to the no-combat rule.

"Who?"

"I don't know. It's just that a guest called the Coprophagist came by chance. Even through a door, as a necromancer, I can hear the groans, cries, and fearful curses of many souls. Who is this person? What did he do? Even the limb-removal crimes I've witnessed don't have this kind of aura..."

Roderica uncomfortably put her legs together, crossed her arms with one hand, and her eyes flickered.

Having said that, after feeling Fulilian's comfort, she still adjusted her spirits in an orderly manner. To her, the real protector of the Round Table was the Soul Fire King.

"It's indeed special. Is it a colleague?"

"Not necessarily. Besides, he has a bad attitude and speaks harshly to everyone."

"I heard the soul's wailing. It's a curse, but this curse isn't about killing, but rather about resentment. Who could have such a deep grudge against me?"

The silver-haired girl stared at the room on the other side. Out of courtesy of the Great Blessing Space, she did not easily use large-scale perception, but it was difficult for the soul magician not to notice that energy.

Just friendly forces.

Since Roderica is worried, why not give it a try?

The spirit master who saw her get up warned her, "Don't start a fight. The Round Table Hall can't handle too much trouble."

Fulilian nodded and then entered the corridor on Sir Baizhi's side. The door that had been closed opened, and a breath of life came from inside. It was a red spirit guest, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

However, his appearance is really strange:

The fat armor completely covers even the head, with the abdomen being particularly prominent without a single flaw. The dark-colored armor is covered with lumps and emits a strange smell.

It's more like some kind of contaminated skin than clothing, which is uncomfortable.

Fortunately, she had seen many monsters and demons, so she could still tolerate them.

Even Fulilian, who prided herself on her ability to handle pressure, frowned. The last time she'd lost control was in the shabby world of Painting World, a place rife with negative memories. Being able to make every stranger dislike you at first sight is quite a feat.

Out of politeness, she suppressed her discomfort and at least gave enough respect, using courtesy before force.

"disturb."

"Have you ever felt a curse? That life-threatening ailment that everyone fears and loathes? That ugly blessing? I've heard of you, Flillian. From the moment we met, I knew you harbored a horrific curse, though you've suppressed it well."

"Your Excellency knows me but I don't know you. Could you please introduce me?"

"Hmph, you're still a child, ignorant of filth and unaware of your own ignorance. I have nothing to say to you. It's a rare moment of peace, so don't disturb me."

"I want to know what you're doing here?"

The coprophagist complained impatiently, but ultimately held back the vicious words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Because the overwhelming pressure like an abyss and a prison enveloped the small space, with raging waves, he was like a small boat swaying under the power of Fleury, and the other party could take his life with just a thought.

No infighting? Whose rules? Right now, the biggest rule at the Round Table is the Soul Fire King, and she definitely has plenty of ways to sneak in without leaving any trace.

"I will spread my knowledge and bring more people to curse."

"It's not a good thing."

"But I have a feeling that I might be able to find the rune that can repair the Circle and reveal a path."

Hoping to escape, the dung eater continued to explain, but Fulilian in front of him remained unmoved, staring at the ground with deep eyes, unaware that she was observing the player's advice:

[Old Eight is a key character, he can decide how to repair Rune]

No, that's the worst ending.

[I tried it for the sake of collecting, but I felt like I couldn't even hold the narration lines]

This makes sense. The people and things the Fader encountered along the way died and dispersed, leaving nothing behind. Since the borderland has never shown me a good side, then let's not have an easy life. This terrible world deserves destruction.

[I don't know, I just thought it was annoying and killed it. The same thing happened with the shrimp, it looked weird, but I killed it too.]

[That's right, you are the King of Elden, you can kill anyone you want]

What preparations are there for collecting this line?

[Don't worry, wait until you reach the Yatan Plateau. Once you enter the Yatan Plateau, several branch quests will advance significantly. Remember to sort out the storylines you want before that.]

【After that, I clean up the dung eaters】

Fulilian checked the advice and found that this guy was not bragging. Although she didn't know the specific situation, it could indeed produce a kind of repair rune.

You don’t have to use it, but you can’t live without it, so it’s okay to keep it and deal with it later.

"Behave yourself. If the guests at the round table are disturbed, I don't mind maintaining a good atmosphere."

The cold tone made the coprophagist nod his head in agreement.

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Chapter 201 The small sickle reappears.

After giving Fulilian a warning, she did not stay and turned around and strode out of the room.

The dung eater was left behind, still in shock and gasping for breath. After all, the pressure from the quasi-king was not something that could be easily dealt with, and he thought he was going to die.

Whatever.

He was about to start preparing for the next step, which was to allow the power of the curse to manifest in the magic ring.

Little did she know that the general plan was no secret to Fulilian.

There is another clue to repair Rune, but it is hardly good news, because just looking at the maker, you can tell that it will most likely lead to bad results. In any case, it is worth leaving it for later and there is no need to worry about it now.

I'll stop when I'm done. I won't bully.

After returning to the forging room, Roderica asked cautiously, "How was it? Did he curse you?"

"No, because as long as you are strong enough, the other party will become friendly."

"Indeed."

"He looked like he was in a hurry. I don't think he'll stay long. It's just a minor incident, not worth mentioning."

Fulilian comforted the cautious spirit-training girl.

"I've taken care of the spirit tuning you needed."

A handful of new summoning ashes resonated with the bell, and at this moment she felt the spirit leap for joy.

As expected of a mod called "Snail Summoner," it allows even ordinary monsters to generate corresponding ashes, breaking through the type restrictions. Never mind the quality, there's no shortage of quantity anyway, and minions have their uses, not to mention that mages can enhance them.

In time, the Ashes Corps will be worthy of its name. As long as they cooperate with me enough, they will not have to occupy the resources of the Royal Guard.