Frillian in the Elden Ring

Patch laughed dryly and pulled out a small, hidden box. Why did he feel like the one being robbed? But the ruler of Stonewell City was truly generous, immediately buying up all the goods.

Fulilian would not miss any product that might be refreshed or disappeared, especially if it was sold by an old acquaintance who might have some hidden clues. At the same time, she also did not forget to check the advice:

I don't understand why there's a thing called the Markit Prisoner. If the Faded One had asked, they'd probably have known about the Ominous Twins.

[An old acquaintance has indeed provided a key clue. Remember to complete the related side quests as well.]

[Forget it. Actually, I don't really like the missions at the Volcano Mansion. They insist on killing those good guys, the Faded Ones, especially the Big Goat... But for the Big Goat suit, I'll be guilty of possessing the treasure even if I'm innocent.]

You, Patchi, really make me happy.

[I don’t know why, but when I see you, I think of many things]

[This refers to the past life memories of the Soul 5, right? That's enough, I still want to see some information about the side quests.]

[If you can’t dodge my fully enhanced God-killing weapon, why not start over next round?]

…Although the speech was full of incomprehensible information, Fulilian caught some key information. So she looked directly at Patch and asked coldly:

"Someone from the Volcano Residence?"

When Patch heard the word "Volcano Residence", his hair stood on end and his scalp went numb.

After all, he had just claimed to be a Faded One, and was believed to be connected to the Volcano Residence. Doesn't that make him a traitor? The Round Table Hall faction was considered a heresy and needed to be punished.

Damn it, why did Fulilian know?

"What are you talking about..."

He denied it on the surface but was actually planning how to escape. He had to run away even if he couldn't, otherwise it would be troublesome if he fell into the hands of a standard orthodox faded person like Soul Fire King. I wonder if the demigod behind him who moved out of the official residence would be enough to scare him?

"Relax, I have no intention of pursuing the matter, provided you tell me everything you need to know about the Volcano Residence."

"There's nothing much to say about this. It's just a rebel stronghold that was attacked during the Shattered War."

"Don't fool me, I want to know the current situation."

As Flillian spoke, she brought a hint of spiritual pressure, causing Patch to immediately admit his mistake and not dare to play tricks. He quickly explained everything he knew about the Volcano Residence:

It turned out that Justice Lacard had become one with the giant snake and was indistinguishable from it. He killed and ate the people in the Volcano Mansion, making things even more miserable than when they were attacked.

She immediately remembered the opening scene of a snake devouring a bearded man, which seemed to foreshadow the chaos in the Volcano Mansion. What a pity.

Speaking of which, combat instructor Bernard was also related to Lacard. Could it be that the two of them were friends? The intricate web of relationships slowly unfolded before Fulilian, becoming increasingly clear. As expected, the Novice Village map contained many clues for later events.

Also.

Patch said that even today, Rodel's army is still fighting in the volcanic area, almost destroying a large area of land.

The country was not suitable for farming and production and was suffering from the war, which was like the end of the world.

At the same time, he revealed that the tasks related to the rebels would indeed hunt down the faded ones, but he also did not forget to use Bernal as an example to say that the Golden Rule deceives people.

"...Did you know? The witch of Bernal died trying to burn the branches of the golden tree to block it. She herself died, and the Faded One she served never became king. It was all a lie!"

The expressive performance was not done with kindness.

Patch also instilled in Frillian the idea that there was something wrong with the Golden Rule, but she didn't know that Frillian never thought that the other party was a good person from the beginning to the end. How could she follow the rules in the established system?

As a player, you are free to play however you want. Ascending to the throne is not the focus of the journey, but conquering this borderland.

Oh no.

Melina, who had been listening, wanted to beat up Patch.

Anyone with a normal mind would have thought that Bernard's witch's death was a cautionary tale, and assumed that witches would sacrifice themselves... or was she being overly sentimental? Was Flillian actually indifferent to anyone dying on the road to becoming king?

At this moment, the silver-haired girl listened with an indifferent expression, as always, and Melina didn't know whether to be thankful or regretful.

"Actually, Bernal's method is wrong. We have our own plan, don't worry."

"Ah."

Fulilian's flat reply left her even more bewildered. As for Patch, he assumed the other party had approved. Didn't that mean another faded king was questioning the Golden Tree? That would be a big win, a good thing.

He didn't know that Fulilian was actually more concerned about how to obtain the Great Rune of Lakkad, and the Undead Serpent sounded like it would be worth studying.

"One more thing left. Why do you have this thing?"

The silver-haired girl took out a black prisoner's device.

"It fell into my hands by chance, and it's hard to trace it. But I can tell you that it was the King of Blessing who released the Sons of Evil Omen during the Rodel Defense War. Markit was one of the most outstanding among them, and was once imprisoned in the sewers of the royal city... Most of the Sons of Evil Omen were like that."

"Even at its peak and most tolerant, the Golden Dynasty would never share its glory with the Evil Omen. However, this prisoner has a suppressive effect, which will be useful when you meet Markit later."

Patch added with a grin, "I know you're stronger than him. One more fight and the restraints will kill him."

The people at Volcano Palace were eager to weaken the Royal City, especially Markit. It was he who had led the troops to Volcano. For a dignified Justice to be so humiliated by a son of evil omen, one could imagine the rage of the irritated Lacard.

So crazy.

"I know almost everything I need to know, so let's stop here."

Fulilian changed the subject and said, "It's time to talk about your problem."

She never expressed any opinions from beginning to end, because although Patch is useful, he may not be trustworthy and may cheat you from time to time, so you have to be vigilant.

"What are you going to do to me? Are you going to kill me? Spare my life."

"I'm not that bad. I just want to remind you to behave yourself and not do anything that would harm Nimgfu."

"As ordered."

"It's fine to let you use the cave as your base for now. After all, didn't you say you wanted to do business? A store needs a good location. Patch, I look forward to you bringing me more special goods."

After shaking the prisoner in her hand, Fulilian turned and left.

When dealing with this kind of person, you have to be distant and close. Don't trust him. He will show up on his own when necessary. You don't have to worry about how tough his life is. Maybe you will meet him in the volcanic area one day in the future.

Patch, who stayed where he was, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and realized that his clothes were wet with sweat. It was so damn thrilling.

If the other party had any murderous intention, I would definitely be beheaded. It would be even more terrifying if I fell into the hands of a soul magic user.

He stared at the direction the silver-haired girl left and murmured, "Don't trust the King of the Golden Tree?"

Things are getting interesting. After thousands of years, a faded being who can once again challenge the throne has appeared, but there has been no respect for it from beginning to end. So where will the world go?

Outside the cave.

Fulilian continued walking as if nothing had happened. She was about to reunite with the soldiers and return to Stonewell City when she felt a tugging sensation on her sleeve.

It was an action from her soul, and she wouldn't even have noticed it if it weren't for the perception granted by the relevant magic.

Melina took my hand and asked, "Aren't you curious about witches?"

"I believe this is full of secrets. The most crucial clue is your memory, but it's been sealed. Therefore, any discussion now is mere speculation. One thing is certain: my path to becoming the King of Elden depends on your support, and I will not allow any sacrifice."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I know achieving our goals is harder than it seems, but that's okay. We can always find a way. And you have to promise me that you won't make sacrifices on your own."

"Then you have to promise me not to seek the power of the evil Outer Gods to resolve the issue."

If we look further, there may be other ways to burn the golden tree, but the only thing that cannot be touched is the crazy fire. Melina, who has deeply felt the powerful power of Frillian, dare not imagine how powerful she will be if she embraces the crazy fire.

I'm afraid it's not certain who will devour whom, and a mad king will be born at that time.

97

Chapter 97: Dramatic changes in Stonewell City.

Blood Dynasty.

Many blood nobles, blood-finger killers and intelligence informants gathered in the center of the hall. In front of them was a pool of blood, with bubbles gradually rolling and boiling.

The next moment, the ominous figure of the noble Lord appeared. It was Mung. Even the distorted ominous horns on his face showed anger, but as a king, it was easy for him to control his emotions.

"Great Blood Monarch, praise your majesty."

People prayed and cheered, even the Sons of Platinum and the zombies who were far away from the palace were rejoicing.

Mung nodded in a stoic manner, but in reality, he was quite pleased and felt a surge of joy. After all, in the Golden Dynasty, not being spat upon was considered high-quality. As an evil omen, he had no human rights.

awesome.

No matter what is orthodox or not, power can subvert and reshape everything.

Now, there's the half-human, half-breed Fulilian, now active in public, openly challenging the Golden Dynasty. Meanwhile, her brother, Mungart, known as the King of Blessing, never shows up. What's the point of being so cautious? He protects the Golden Tree, yet hides because he believes he's not recognized by the Golden Tree.

"Humph, because the current ruler of Rodel is full of entanglements and lacks spirit, he has become weak and is not as good as me."

"Your Majesty must be the strongest."

"But it's not convenient for me to leave, so you need to keep a close eye on Fulilian's movements. You must send more people to monitor the deployment in Stonewell City."

"As ordered."

"My followers, after five thousand years of turmoil, the Golden Dynasty is drawing to a close. It is the new demigod who rings the death knell, and the bells echo from Nimgefu. But she will not be the final victor. The Blood Dynasty will also take action."

Then Mung opened his arms and laughed, and his subordinates excitedly shouted praises together.

He suddenly came up with a good idea: to make trouble for Mungert, he leaked the secret passage leading to the Yatan Plateau to the people of Stonewell City through intelligence channels, and Fulilian would have to thank him.

Keeping the Rodel army heavily guarding the elevators would be too boring. Wouldn't that just be an endless standoff? No, the world should be completely bustling.

The more active the guys on the stage are, the safer the Blood Dynasty will be.

After issuing a series of orders, Monger ordered everyone to leave and prepared to rest, but he did not forget to create a clone on standby.

Action may be necessary depending on the situation.

……

At Storm Hill, in front of the gates of Stonevale City, the numerous fences and gates opened wide. A red carpet stretched out, and fireworks lined the road on both sides, blooming in celebration of the return of the King of Nimgfu.

Fulilian, who was riding on her spirit horse, at least waved back at this enthusiasm. Many people exaggerated to the point of crying tears of joy, celebrating from the bottom of their hearts, and the cheers were even louder.

"Your Majesty, you have completely pacified the monster settlements in two territories."

"We in Nimgefu and the Weeping Peninsula have ushered in peace for the first time since the Shattering War. We no longer have to worry about monsters running rampant."

"Even the thieves were arrested."

"The South is the most vibrant land in the entire border region and will become the most prosperous."

Confidence is more precious than gold. Today's stable jurisdiction gives people a feeling of vastness. There is great potential in production, trade and training. Only when you take the focus off your shoulders will you realize that the world is not that bad and you don't have to rely so much on the gold tree.

After so many years of hardship, we have finally overcome our hardships and are ready to embrace an unprecedented period of recovery.

No one doubts that they will not continue to prosper.

Just look at the people in the welcoming team. There are some zombies among them, but they are alive and kicking after being healed, and their actual actions are almost the same as when they were alive. At least they can serve as labor force to add bricks and tiles.

That's why everyone is grateful to the king who brought all this to life: Fulilian. Regardless, she created a brand new Nimgefu, and a new era began to unfold.

"Praise Your Majesty."

Even Torrett walked with his head held high and his chest puffed out. After all, there was no such scene when he traveled to the border area before.

Noticing its excitement, the silver-haired girl smiled and touched the horns of the ox-horse.

She turned around and sighed, "Melina, if only you had a body, so that everyone would know that this achievement is shared by us."

Hearing this, the witch couldn't help but touch her sealed one eye, turned her head away and warned: "Don't talk to me like this at a time like this. Respond properly, otherwise people will think you are hallucinating and talking to the air."

"It's okay. When you have a body, I'll introduce you to everyone so they won't be surprised."

The interaction between the two was not understood by onlookers.

His Majesty has chatted with the air more than once or twice. This level of illness is much better than that of other demigods. He will not do anything against the will of heaven or inhumane.

It would be better to say that the occasional little characteristics of Frelian make people more approachable. In contrast, the other demigods have long been inactive, and one even wonders if they are just legends. Only the new demigods' conquests in all directions make people feel the atmosphere of changing times.

coming soon.

They might witness a path to kingship, just as the crowds of people escorted the first king, Ge Fulei, to the throne.

Frillian went all the way into the city wall area before calling back Torret. In front of her were the nobles who came out to greet her, with Hyde, the leader, looking beaming.

"Your Majesty, have you noticed that we have expanded our village beyond the walls?"

"Yes, it looks quite prosperous. It should be considered Gyeonggi."

"Everyone hopes to join the Soul Fire King, so they gather here to obey the orders of Stonewell City. You should have recruited people along the way, which is just right for forming a town."

As a capital city, it once stood alone on Storm Hill, which was strange. There should have been satellite cities, towns, and villages around it. For example, Rodel, the most prosperous city in the border area, showed signs of several rounds of expansion, almost a country.