Frillian in the Elden Ring

Even Melina is unclear about the specific origins of herself and her so-called mother, because the seal in her eyes has power and memory...

She guessed: If the mission was successfully completed, the seal would never be opened from beginning to end, and everyone would be kept in the dark.

On the other hand, if an unexpected situation arises, the power is released to deal with it, and the truth is also brought along, which is what Fulilian desperately needs. So, can the seal be broken in advance to regain memories and power without affecting the continuation of the mission?

OK?

She felt a little frightened by the thought.

As for the silver-haired girl, she turned her head and forgot about these tangled topics. She continued, "What we just mentioned are all long-term plans. Whether it's creating a body for you or investigating the entire border area... there's no rush."

"The key now is to capture Mengliu Cave. If we go there, we'll be attacked by Blood Finger. Maybe there's some connection between the two."

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Chapter 96 This Patchi really makes me happy.

Fulilian immediately began to prepare, putting on her armor and checking her potions, looking ready to go again.

If Mengliu Cave is related to Bloody Finger, there may be another fierce battle.

The surrounding soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment at his aggressive display. "Hasn't Your Majesty just fought a single battle? Is it not enough to satisfy you, so you're looking for another opponent?" Yes, that's quite the battle-crazed mania.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm only checking for danger. We can't allow monsters like the cave to continue to wreak havoc in Nimgefu. Keep martial law in place."

"As ordered."

"Recall the assembly signal. Next time you encounter a battle like this where you can't intervene, you should protect yourself first. I can handle it."

This exhortation touched everyone deeply.

Generally, a leader who doesn't treat his subordinates as cannon fodder is considered a good person. How could anyone be like Frelian who would warn people to leave? No wonder she has the magic to heal souls, because she has salvation in her heart, so she possesses great power.

They hurriedly cleaned up the battlefield and picked up the animals that died in the aftermath, so as to prevent them from being targeted by the cursed blood and turning into strange creatures.

There are countless special forces at the border, and cleaning up the battlefield is also a way to prevent the spread.

The deployment of troops in Storm Hill finally slowed down a bit and was no longer tense.

After all, the battle at Lake Yakir was truly breathtaking. The sky and earth seemed to change color, and magic power crashed like a tidal wave. But knowing that the combatant was Fulilian, they felt relieved. This person must be no problem, and as expected, they won the battle.

Who is the opponent? Curiosity is curiosity, but some secret matters are best not to prick up your ears and pry into them. Curiosity kills the cat, so they work honestly until I react.

the other side.

Patch, who was hiding in the Mengliu Cave with his subordinates, scratched his hairless head.

Dust continued to fall from the cave ceiling, accompanied by increasingly intense vibrations, and it took a while for the vibrations to gradually disappear.

Some of the thieves were almost scared to death.

He was extremely dismissive of these cowards. A group of randomly gathered bandits were of little use. They could only help him run errands and collect intelligence, and they might not even be as good as the Volcano Residence intelligence network.

Moreover, the conditions in Nimgfu were getting better and better, and some of those who had become bandits had turned over a new leaf because the benevolent king had decided to let bygones be bygones.

However, wanted criminals with proven evidence of evil deeds must be eliminated. Of course, there are still some thugs who love robbery and are active. It is easy to imagine what kind of people are those who refuse to reform, and they just come together to take advantage of others.

At this moment a thief, trembling all over, ran into the cave.

"Hey, I asked you to find out what's going on. Any news? Who's causing this?"

"Boss, it's that guy. The terrifying Burial Mage, the one you all know..."

"Tongue strokes."

"I overheard soldiers chatting and heard that the Fragment King Fulilian was attacked while patrolling Lake Yakir. The enemy used some method that seemed to be blessed by the Outer Gods, which caused that commotion. Although she has been defeated, she seems to intend to continue her activities in this area."

"Wait a minute, after that level of conflict, is there still magic? Shouldn't a normal person take a break?"

Upon hearing this, Patch didn't quite believe this exaggerated rumor.

The thieves didn't know how to respond.

"The boss is knowledgeable and insightful. Even a demigod would need to take a breath after such a big move. Furthermore, the king who was assassinated should be worried and will not continue to be active. She will return to Stonewell City."

"That's not necessarily true. Don't forget that the Soul Cinder King has a record of consecutive victories over the Night Cavalry, the Ominous Demons, and the Limb-Graco."

"From what I can see, Fulilian is someone who enjoys using battle to hone herself."

"..."

The discussion boiled down to one question: Should they flee? If Fulilian and her soldiers patrolled frequently, it would only be a matter of time before they were exposed. The worst-case scenario would be hanging.

Should I flee now? Forget it. Leaving the cave would easily expose me, and the risk would outweigh the gain.

If anyone wants to escape, he will probably be besieged by his own people at the first moment, because how do I know whether you are going to tip off the others in order to reduce the punishment?

They stared at each other with subtle threats.

The bonfire reflected the stern faces. When facing a powerful enemy, the thieves' first thought was to prevent the enemy from escaping. As for whether to unite to fight against the army, that was another matter.

Silence fell.

In the end, luck overcame reason, and I just listened to Patch's consolation:

"Don't worry, they won't be able to find this hidden cave. How can you be a thief if you are always worried about what's ahead? Since you have decided on this path of burning, killing and looting, be prepared and don't be afraid."

"Why do you say that as if you were a serious person?"

"Yes, I have my superiors. Coming to Nimgfu is just part of my job. Do you have any objections to hiring you to do the work?"

As he spoke, Patch glared at the people around him, and they all avoided his sight.

They were just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp. He had never been interested in these scraps from the border area, but appropriate incentives were necessary, and both kindness and severity should be used.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. Let's divide the spoils."

Patchy, the leader, spread his hands, letting everyone share; he had no interest. Of course, he also disassociated himself from the matter. But the thieves had no idea of this and immediately rushed over, rummaging through the crate, taking anything potentially valuable.

This gang didn't actually commit any major crimes. As the security in Nimgufu improved, there was no room for lawlessness. At most, they would rob carriages of supplies along the way.

The most harmonious thing is when dividing money, but fighting and making trouble are most likely to happen when dividing money.

That's why Patch has to do the job of arbitrator and manager. Otherwise, there would be no need to fight until people are beaten and killed. He also needs these guys to help him with the work so that he can live a better life.

"painting?"

Suddenly a thief found a long scroll. Just looking at the edge, you could tell it was very valuable and worth a lot of money.

"This size should have been presented by a noble. Open it and take a look."

The scroll unfolded, revealing a vertical, half-length portrait of a woman with long, white ponytail hair. Her pointed ears were downplayed, accentuated by her earrings, which complemented her perfectly. She wore a silver breastplate and a sword at her waist, giving her a sharp, commanding presence. Her most striking feature was her staff, a dazzling display of brilliance...

Paci rested his chin on his hand and commented with interest, "The artist's skills are quite good, covering up the demi-human hybrid and the low-level Queen's Staff."

“I haven’t seen him in person, but his paintings are beautiful.”

"Idiot, His Majesty would say it's ugly. A strong person shouldn't be affected by physical defects. No, at that level, it's called a feature. How can a person be confused by a feature? Otherwise, he won't have that kind of courage and will be inferior. This treasure, if we offer it to others, we will offend them. The nobles who were robbed will have to thank us."

"Guessed it right."

At some point, a person who looked exactly like the one in the painting was standing at the entrance of the cave.

"It's me, it's me!"

Although we have never seen the world-famous new fragment king in real life, this feature is definitely not fake.

The silver twintails, pointed ears, the armored head of the mage, and the undeniably powerful magical reaction—everything about the atmosphere suggested that the newcomer was not a good person. The thieves, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, immediately deployed their forces.

There is no need to ask what happened to the gatekeeper.

Fulilian looked around calmly and her eyes fell on Patch. She felt a sense of familiarity. They were really old acquaintances who were always there and could be said to be of the same lineage.

"Are you the boss?"

"No, I didn't. It's all their fault for pushing me and robbing me without my permission. I haven't done anything really sinful."

He waved his handkerchief and gave a sly smile.

"Do you think I'm so gullible? Thieves should be punished."

"Why waste your time talking to her? Run away quickly. If you can't escape, I'll beat you up."

At this point, the thieves no longer have any hope of survival. Is there any chance they can survive with a demigod blocking the door?

The worst-case scenario is that after death, the soul will return to the Golden Tree, but it's well known that this system is unreliable these days. Furthermore, the opponent is a master at manipulating souls, rumor has it they can even capture souls and torture them repeatedly. Given that, there's no escape, only resistance to buy time.

Whoosh!

A crossbow arrow shot towards her face, but Fulilian dodged it easily by turning her head. The arrow had good force, and it seemed that the arrow was coated with poison.

"Yes, a true demigod wouldn't hide."

"Idiot, that's their style."

After cursing angrily, Patch ran deep into the cave. Even if he had to dig a way to escape to the surface, he would never face the famous King of Rune.

His escape immediately destroyed the morale of the thieves. After they calmed down and thought carefully, they knew how to fight the demigod, so they simply ran to the deepest part of the cave.

Instead, Freelian was left out. She had wanted to knock them out one by one with ordinary weapons, but the opponents had no fighting spirit.

She still had a liking for this group of people. After all, most of them were intact and had not turned into zombies.

With this thought, the silver-haired girl suddenly released her magic power, the simplest deterrent magic with an additional soul effect. The terrifying power directly made dozens of thieves stand there in a daze, not daring to move. They sweated profusely, and their hearts seemed to be grasped.

Originally they thought they could at least fight each other, but after actually witnessing the momentum, they realized how big the gap was between them and the world-class strong ones.

Some were even frightened to the point of fainting.

Then, Fulilian raised her hand and directed a beam of light towards the ceiling, instantly penetrating the thick rock layer. The enclosed cave was filled with light and a strong wind was howling.

"If anyone tries to escape again, this will be the outcome."

The thieves stopped making noise immediately after hearing this, and all turned to face it. After all, no one wanted to be hit by such a magical attack. Not only would they be blown away, but they would probably be reduced to ashes, including their souls.

"Wait a minute, I surrender."

Patch quickly knelt on the ground and chuckled: "I knew your Majesty was reasonable."

"Please introduce yourself."

"People call me Mad Patch. I'm a faded person like you, wandering around. I happened to be traveling with these thieves, but I didn't do anything harmful."

"That sounds good. What are your plans for the future?"

Fleury asked with interest.

Every Patch-related branch will involve some key locations, so you have to pay close attention.

If it's a hopeless case, I don't mind sending him away.

"Thanks to your Majesty's governance, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. This industry is becoming increasingly dry. Besides, robbery is inherently risky. Why risk your life when you can earn a living? I'm quitting this business and will open a shop to make a living."

"Really?"

"It's absolutely true, Your Majesty. Although I, Pachi, may look unreliable, everyone around me says that I'm reliable."

He looked around and asked, "So you didn't say anything, right?"

The younger brothers nodded quickly, thinking that everyone was now on the same boat, so they should not undermine each other and should escape the disaster first.

Fulilian snapped her fingers, a simple action that made everyone's heads flinch.

When a large group of soldiers came in, they actually breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that they would be killed with a snap of the other party's fingers. Even facing torture was more comfortable than facing the pressure of a demigod.

She warned: "Carefully examine the charges against these people and punish them leniently, primarily with forced labor."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Meanwhile, the soldiers sorted and carried away the valuables at the scene. As a qualified thieves' stronghold, there were indeed some jewels inside, so the trip was not in vain. But Patch, who witnessed all this, became increasingly apprehensive:

Why didn't they react to me? The rest of the gang was handcuffed, so why did the soldiers ignore me, the leader?

If he was caught, he could still escape quietly. He was confident that a few ordinary soldiers would not be able to catch him.

However, the attention from a Fragment King was too terrifying. Even though Fulilian was selecting the best trophies from the box, her attention never left. Could it be that she had sensed the connection with the Volcano Residence? Was Nimgefu really that well-informed?

Click!

The last box being searched closed, and the sound made Patch's heart tighten. Before he knew it, the soldiers withdrew one by one, and everything was silent.

The firelight reflected Fulilian's stern expression, and her gaze seemed to penetrate the soul.

"How about I be your first customer?"

"Of course, my goods are guaranteed to be of high quality and low price. Oh, and by the way, I'll give Your Majesty a discount, hehe."