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"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"
Freya looked at the old man's smile and recalled what he had said to her earlier. After a moment of thought, she replied.
"I am looking for some books on Cursed Items... Do you know where I can find them?"
"Cursed Items?" The old man raised an eyebrow slightly, turned to Freya, and smiled. "Such books can only be found in the libraries of Nobles; ordinary libraries do not have them... However, I do know some information about Cursed Items, but it comes at a price."
Freya frowned slightly. It seemed the old man did indeed know something, but...
"What price do you require?"
"Let's not discuss that for now."
He did not answer directly but set down what he was holding and walked over to the round table. Calmly, he said, "By the way, with all this talk, I still don't know your name." The old man pulled up a chair and gestured for her to sit.
Seeing his attitude, she had no choice but to comply. She removed her hat and placed it on the side of the sofa before sitting down.
"Freya, Freya Green. May I ask your name?"
"You can call me Hegel. If you want to know about Cursed Items, the first price you must pay is... may I know why you want to know?" the elderly man named Hegel inquired.
"..." Hearing the price caught Freya off guard. After a moment, she replied somewhat awkwardly, "Is that really the price?"
"That's right! Equivalent Exchange has always been the truth I live by. To gain something, one must lose something. You want to know the answer; I want to know the question. Isn't that reasonable?" The old man spoke these philosophical words with depth and then quietly waited for Freya's response.
Freya lowered her head slightly in thought. The Ice Blue Earrings on her left side reflected a cold blue light in the candlelight as she moved.
The man named Hegel undoubtedly possessed much greater strength than her. Moreover, aside from her Earrings, she had nothing particularly valuable on her person. If he wanted something from her, given the current situation, it wouldn't matter much to him. However, his words left her with a strange feeling deep inside...
“……”
Thomas's words left the group somewhat stunned.
However, before anyone could ask, Thomas threw the letter from his waist onto the bed and immediately turned around, trembling as he left.
Eisen stared blankly at the closed dormitory door before picking up the letter from the bed, slightly furrowing his brow.
Although he didn't know what had happened to Thomas in the library, this letter clearly indicated that Freya had not accepted him.
Eisen glanced at the others; Thomas's unusual behavior had not drawn their attention to the envelope left on the bed. Instead, they were excitedly discussing why Thomas had red lips and what he had encountered.
He quietly tucked the envelope into his waist pouch, gently twisted the ring on his finger with his left hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.
……
One hour later.
Noon.
Misty Sky was raining, and perhaps due to the weather, there were not many students moving around the academy.
Freya wore a simple brown long dress and a round hat, holding an umbrella as she walked toward the library.
The black long boots made crisp ‘clap’ sounds as they stepped on the rain-washed bluestone pavement.
The uncomfortable sensation in her chest made her face feel slightly cold. Even passersby brushing past her could clearly sense a wave of chilling danger.
Perhaps it was the disparity between hope and disappointment from yesterday that triggered this feeling; she gradually sensed that the energy in her chest was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
During the morning swordsmanship class, she almost let it explode, but fortunately, she managed to hold it back at the last moment, using her discomfort as an excuse to return to her dormitory to rest.
Until now.
She originally did not plan to rely on others, but this situation could no longer be delayed.
Her deep blue eyes gazed through the misty drizzle at the slightly ajar door of the library. After taking a deep breath, she put away her umbrella and walked straight inside.
The library, crammed with bookshelves, was empty. Due to the weather, the interior was somewhat dim.
A gust of wind lifted her hair outside her hat, and the cool sensation made her expression relax slightly. She casually glanced around but did not see the mysterious librarian.
At the back of the library, a wooden door faintly glowed with a soft yellow light.
Tilting her head slightly, she gathered her hair that had been tousled by the wind and slowly walked toward the wooden door.
Knock, knock, knock.
She gently tapped on the door.
"Come in, the door is not locked," a deep and hoarse voice came from inside.
After steadying herself, Freya pushed open the door and walked in.
Inside the room, a white candle was lit, its soft yellow flame illuminating the small space.
Freya took a moment to survey the room. Two rather exquisite mahogany bookshelves were placed in the corners, occupying most of the space. A glance revealed that all the books on these shelves were ones she had never seen before.
In the center stood a small round table with two red leather sofas. An open book lay on the table, and a faint fragrance filled her nostrils.
An elderly man was by the bookshelf, seemingly organizing books. Upon seeing Freya enter, his eyes flickered, and his wrinkled face softened slightly as he revealed a kind smile.
After a long while, she raised her head, her gaze somewhat sincere.
"Well, actually I want to know about the Cursed Items because after using one, I developed a rather troublesome side effect... I hope to take this opportunity to get rid of it..."
"Oh? The side effects of using Cursed Items?" Hegel's eyes shifted slightly. "I can sense the agitation in your chest; is this just a side effect of using Cursed Items? Are there any other symptoms?"
"Yes, my vision is constantly filled with a large number of colorful particles." Since she had decided to reveal this, she had no intention of holding back.
"Colorful particles!?" Hegel frowned, his previously gentle expression suddenly becoming serious. "Are you sure they are colorful particles?"
Seeing the old man's expression, Freya felt inexplicably nervous and gently nodded.
"..." After receiving a confirmed answer, Hegel frowned and crossed his hands together, lightly tapping them. "Alright, I'll tell you some basic knowledge about Cursed Items. For Nobles, these are just ordinary things; they are not particularly important secrets."
Hearing the old man speak, Freya was slightly taken aback, realizing that what he would say next could very well determine whether the side effects could be eliminated.
"In fact, Cursed Items are merely crude tools created by wizards. While ordinary people may find these things magical, they are not unusual for those above Knight Level. It's surprising that you still don't know this with your current strength... truly isolated."
As soon as the old man began to speak, Freya felt her ears flush inexplicably. She came from a rural noble family in Byron and indeed did not know what seemed like common knowledge. However, what the old man said next left her somewhat shocked.
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