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"Welcome to Belham Academy, Lord of the City!"
A middle-aged man dressed in a Red Robe, with a canary embroidered on his chest, quickly walked up to the handsome man and slightly bowed in greeting.
Under his lead, everyone else seemed to come to their senses and bowed as well.
"No need for such formalities, Mr. Buckley."
The handsome man smiled as he helped the bowing middle-aged man up and gently said.
"No matter how many years I leave this school, I will always be a student here."
"Hehe, my lord, you smiled! Regardless, you are still the greatest lord of Daqier City. If it weren't for you, this school might have long been under the Sea Tribe's..."
Not wanting to hear any more of Buckley's flattery, the handsome man waved his hand to interrupt.
"Enough of that. Mr. Buckley, was that girl who just played the piano one of our students?"
"Uh... about that, she isn't a student here. It seems she came in from outside to visit; I've never seen her before." Seeing the look in the handsome man's eyes, Buckley guessed his thoughts and shook his head awkwardly.
"Oh, is that so? She came from somewhere else..." He showed a contemplative expression.
"However, my lord, although I don't know where that girl is from, with the piano skills she just displayed, she must not be an unknown person. If we follow this clue, we should be able to find her." Buckley thought for a moment and said.
"I was just asking casually; I didn't mean anything by it." Hearing Buckley's suggestion, he shook his head and smiled.
"I see... Just as Buckley was about to say something else, a voice called out from a distance, seemingly summoning Buckley over.
Hearing that voice, the man interrupted Buckley who wanted to continue.
"Since you have matters to attend to, I won't keep you."
"Ah? I... I'm sorry about that." Buckley showed an awkward smile before turning to leave.
A peaceful night passed.
The next morning, Baron and Howard Bailey went with Chabrol's people to the relevant department to handle some procedures.
Before leaving, Baron didn't give any special instructions, only reminding Freya and Eric to pay attention to their safety.
Although Daqier City is relatively safer than Byron, this is only a relative statement; every place has its dark forces. Some are in plain sight while others are hidden from view.
However, with Freya's current strength, even if she encounters danger and cannot fight back, she can still escape. It seems that Baron's special reminder was mainly for Eric.
After a simple breakfast, everyone dispersed. Freya originally planned to take Eric around, but he was clearly motivated by Baron to diligently practice his swordsmanship and seemed uninterested in anything else.
Thus, Freya had no choice but to go alone.
At this moment, it was the transition from late summer to early autumn. Dressed in a simple white hunting outfit and carrying no weapons, Freya walked along the street next to the estate.
Her golden hair was casually tied in a ponytail as she curiously looked at her surroundings. At this moment, Freya resembled a true young girl exploring this unfamiliar city.
The morning sunlight shone brightly on the ground, and Daqier City, with its European-style architecture, slowly awakened in this peaceful atmosphere. Although it was a residential area, there were already many pedestrians—young girls in skirts, patrolling soldiers, warriors with swords, and performers playing harps—all adding vitality to the city.
Walking down the street, Freya felt a sense of unreality amidst the serene atmosphere of the city.
After all, having witnessed so much bloodshed and fire, arriving in such a place felt somewhat disconcerting.
As she passed through the residential area, the number of pedestrians gradually increased. The cobblestone path beneath her feet turned into a common dirt road, and the surroundings began to grow lively.
On the roadside, some shops came into her view.
There were bakeries, taverns, weapon shops, general stores, and even a tea house that was open for business.
From the outside, the shops looked uniquely decorated. Below one sign was a line of text: "For Nobles Only; Commoners Keep Out." Just then, two elegantly dressed noblewomen walked out from inside.
Freya merely glanced at them before moving on without any intention of entering.
As she wandered freely through Daqier City—a city known for its trade relations with the Sea Tribe—Freya discovered many peculiar and extraordinary things: red seahorses that could shoot water arrows, human-faced fish with distorted features, giant clams that could produce loud sounds, and bizarre crabs with legs resembling those of humans.
Most of the trade here consists of seafood, but there are also some items that catch her interest.
After walking for a while, she bought some glowing marble-sized White Light Stones and a pair of gauntlets supposedly made from deep-sea crocodile shark skin. Although she wasn't sure if the gauntlets were actually made from shark skin, they looked to be of good quality.
Wandering aimlessly along a river in the city, she noticed that the water was fresh, not very wide, but very clear. Some black freshwater fish occasionally appeared at the bottom of the river before quickly disappearing.
From time to time, the sound of seagulls could be heard calling as they flew past unseen.
After turning a corner, Freya found herself unknowingly standing in front of the massive building she had seen from a distance last night.
A large black stone tablet stood before her, inscribed with letters in the common tongue.
'Belram Academy.'
"It really is a school," Freya confirmed to herself.
Most of the people around were young boys and girls dressed in black robes, but there were also quite a few adults in ordinary clothes coming out of the academy.
The academy's main gate appeared to be always open, with no guards stationed, indicating that this school was not closed off; outsiders could enter freely.
After thinking for a moment, Freya decided to go in and observe how this world's school differed from those in her previous life.
Upon entering the academy, she was greeted by a vast green lawn, with a giant statue of an old man in the center. In the distance, there were several five or six-story buildings facing the academy's entrance.
The ground was paved with blue stone slabs, and occasionally Freya spotted three or four students carrying bows and wooden longswords, laughing and chatting without showing any particular reaction to her different attire.
"It seems that schools in this world do not only teach cultural subjects," Freya thought as she watched the students pass by, her eyes glimmering with interest.
In Byron, only nobles were qualified to study at the academy. If commoners wanted to gain knowledge, they had to either self-study or join a faction. In Green Castle, Baron had even set up a specific place for teaching, selecting promising youths from his territory as new recruits for his guard team.
However, most of what Freya saw here were ordinary people, which was another difference from Byron.
Yet from Freya's perspective, these weapon-wielding students walked unsteadily and appeared to lack real skills.
However, upon careful consideration, in Daqier City, it is not necessary to learn real combat experience; at most, it serves to exercise the body and add a skill to one's repertoire.
Wandering aimlessly, she soon found herself in the center of the academy, in a place resembling a grand hall.
Compared to other areas of the academy, this place was much more crowded and lively.
On both sides of the hall's pathway were two large banners that read "Welcome Lord Mayor for Inspection."
Inside the hall, besides the students from the school, there were also many outsiders.
The harsh sound of music mixed with people's chatter came from within.
Curiously walking over, Freya discovered that some students were rehearsing something with instruments she had never seen before.
The various sounds of different instruments intertwined to create a jarring cacophony, which made even the resilient Freya feel an impulse to cover her ears, while others appeared unfazed.
Even though she was not well-versed in music from this world, she could tell that the students' rehearsal was quite rough.
However, just as she was about to leave, a large black vintage piano appeared before her in a corner of the hall, unattended.
This was the second time she had seen a piano, a common instrument on Earth; the first time was at the final ball in Green Castle.
Seeing this familiar object again stirred some emotions within her, and she unconsciously walked over.
The piano was uncovered and had accumulated a layer of fine white dust on it, indicating it had been there for quite some time.
She extended her finger and gently pressed one of the keys.
"Ding."
The soft sound made Freya frown slightly.
Then she pressed two more keys and formed a judgment in her mind.
In her previous life, she had played the piano for a while at a part-time job, and although she wasn't very skilled, she could tell that this piano was out of tune.
Perhaps seeing Freya play the piano triggered a response, as a young man dressed in a black robe strode over. "Excuse me, do you not realize this piano is broken?"
Upon seeing him, Freya immediately withdrew her fingers.
As he got closer, he noticed Freya's attire and asked in confusion, "Aren't you a student of the academy? Why aren't you in uniform?"
Freya nodded honestly. "Um, I'm not from the academy."
"Oh?" The young man looked Freya up and down, then smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry; I thought you were a student."
"It's fine," Freya replied casually. "I just noticed that this piano was out of tune, so I pressed a few keys."
"Out of tune?" The young man listened to Freya's words with some surprise. "Do you know how to repair pianos? Perhaps you are a musician?"
Unknowingly, he had used an honorific, which made Freya frown slightly, clearly indicating she had been misunderstood.
"No, I'm not a musician; I just played the piano before, so I'm not sure if I can fix it."
"It's alright; this piano has been broken for about six months. It has been left here because no one knows how to repair it. If it can be fixed, that would be great; otherwise, it might have to be sold off in some time," the young man said regretfully.
Seeing his expression, Freya said nothing and directly opened the lid to reveal the interior.
She glanced inside and noticed that there were no missing parts; only some minor components were loose, causing the sound to be off.
After a simple adjustment, she pressed a few more keys and fine-tuned it until it was in proper condition.
Listening to the crisp 'ding ding' sound, she clapped her hands.
"It should be about right now; let me give it a try." "Uh... sure, go ahead," he replied, completely unprepared for the fact that the long-neglected piano had been casually repaired by the girl before him with just a few adjustments. Her skilled technique and inherent aura clearly indicated she was not an ordinary person.
'Perhaps she is disguised as a noble's relative,' he speculated inwardly.
Freya's desire to test it out prompted him to agree immediately.
Ignoring the thoughts of those around her, after receiving an answer, she directly found a stool to sit on and placed her fingers on the piano keys.
Taking a gentle breath and slightly closing her eyes, the clear sound of the piano slowly resonated in the hall.
In her past life, she had lived alone for a very long time. To support herself through school and life, she had taken on many jobs. Since she was relatively smart, balancing work and study was not too difficult. Moreover, due to her good learning ability, she gradually learned many new things from her various jobs.
Playing the piano and tuning pianos were among those skills.
In fact, aside from tuning, she did not know many piano pieces. By now, she had forgotten most of them, with the only familiar pieces being those she used to play for herself because they sounded beautiful.
As she played the music from her past once again, it felt as if something was slowly filling her body and mind along with the sound of the piano.
The music transitioned from soothing to soaring, gradually causing those around her to stop their chatter. For a moment, the entire hall seemed to become her personal stage.
Everyone's hearts became tranquil in sync with the rise and fall of the music.
At the entrance of the hall, a group of armored guards had appeared at some point, standing straight. In the center stood a handsome man dressed in Noble Attire, gazing intently at Freya, who was immersed in her music.
His golden ponytail swayed gently with his movements, and the exquisite features combined with the beautiful music seemed to melt his hardened heart.
He had always believed that music and women were merely trivial things; only iron and blood held meaning in his life.
But now he felt his long-held values beginning to collapse slowly.
As the final notes were pressed down gently, the flowing music gradually came to a stop. Freya opened her squinted eyes.
While she was still savoring memories of the past, the strange scene around her made her heart skip a beat.
Clap clap clap
Almost as soon as the music stopped, thunderous applause erupted in the quiet hall.
For beautiful music is universally appreciated across any place or world; perhaps Freya's piano piece contrasted sharply with the previous student rehearsals, leading to such an intense reaction.
However, Freya found herself troubled by this, as she inadvertently played beautiful music that was different from this world, drawing an overwhelming amount of attention in an instant.
Earlier, Baron had advised her not to attract too much attention.
Frowning slightly, she stood up from her chair, unconcerned about the gazes of others.
While everyone was still savoring the previous music, she used her agility to leave the grand hall, appearing slow but actually moving quickly.
"Sister, you..." a magnetic voice called out.
As she passed through the doorway, a handsome man dressed in Noble Attire suddenly reached out with a smile, attempting to stop her. However, in a moment of distraction, a faint gust of wind gently pushed his arm away.
Before he could finish his sentence, she had already exited the hall.
"This... Knight Level!"
The nobleman awkwardly raised his hand, frowning slightly as the smile on his face froze.
...
"I actually got carried away!" Freya frowned as she felt the energy within her body surging while she hurried along.
"It seems my temperament still needs training!"
Although the piece evoked nostalgia for her past life, it also attracted unnecessary attention. Fortunately, she only needed to stay here for a short while.
"I hope nothing goes wrong..."
After this incident, her mood for shopping vanished, and Freya had no choice but to head towards the estate according to her memory.
Meanwhile, in the grand hall she left behind, the previously quiet crowd displayed a sense of confusion upon seeing the performer leave in haste.
However, when they noticed the guards standing at the entrance and the handsome man, the slightly restless hall fell silent once more.
He did not notice Buckley; the man turned to look at the piano where Freya had been sitting, a faint glimmer in his eyes.
A guard standing beside him noticed his expression and stepped forward.
"My lord, should we ask Lord Pei Lie to investigate that woman's background? With Lord Pei Lie's underground connections, it should be..."
Upon hearing the guard's suggestion, the man's gaze suddenly sharpened, and his previously gentle demeanor shifted slightly.
"No need to involve him! If we let him investigate, it might cause trouble. After all, while our relationship with the Sea Tribe appears calm on the surface, it is actually quite unstable. Although I have some fondness for that woman, there is no need to go out of our way. If it's meant to be, we will surely meet again."
"Understood!" The cold tone made the guard lower his head.
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