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Although this plant itself is one that can be used as a medicinal herb, it does not belong to the category of Magical Plants. However, at this moment, it is emanating an energy aura that, while faint, is very clear.
"Hehe, that's something I specially cultivated. Do you remember the Sunlight Powder you exchanged with me when you came?" Upon hearing Freya's confusion, Saradin put down what he was holding and explained with a smile.
"Really? It can be done like this?" Freya nodded in admiration towards Saradin. Although Sara the Wizard's combat ability and other aspects were somewhat lacking, she showed remarkable talent in the cultivation of Plant Energy. Even in this resource-scarce area, she managed to cultivate such a large magical garden. One can imagine that if another wizard were to come here, they would likely retreat quickly due to the circumstances.
"Of course! By utilizing the principle of energy radiation along with special techniques, there is a certain probability of contaminating ordinary plants into Magical Plants. If you want to learn this method, I can teach you for free," Saradin said generously as he noticed Freya's admiring gaze.
"Hehe, then thank you."
Having spent time together, Freya had come to understand Saradin's gentle personality quite well. Although she held the title of Official Wizard, she did not have the same bad habits as other wizards and always maintained a smile even when facing ordinary people.
Sometimes, the feeling Saradin gave Freya was more like that of a neighborly older sister than a truth-seeking wizard. This was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had encountered someone of this type.
Of course, this does not mean that Saradin is weak. The fact that she has been able to withstand the constant harassment from the Blue Eagle Nest for so long suggests that she has also been stained with blood. (To be continued)
"Is it broken?"
Freya frowned slightly as she looked at the frozen magic circle and directly picked up the Black Crystal in the center to examine it.
The originally translucent and round Black Crystal now had a clear white mark appearing in the center, and the Golden Runes that had been flickering within had completely dissipated.
"What a pity, but fortunately, most of the data has already been analyzed. Although it's still somewhat incomplete, the basic Model and the construction lines for mental energy have already emerged. The other information can be inferred after a few experiments."
Gently stroking the now ordinary crystal of the Cursed Items, Freya's eyes occasionally flashed with layers of intricate Spell formulas and runes, which were normal phenomena produced by the information originally contained in the crystal.
Freya closed her eyes, allowing the information she had just absorbed to settle slowly in her mind.
After a long while, she suddenly opened her eyes. With a sudden forceful grip on the Black Crystal, it shattered into two pieces in her hand with a 'crack.' Without even looking at it, she casually tossed it into the trash bin under the table.
...
On a deserted road not far from Elglen's Villa.
A Weird Man cloaked in black, holding a Crow Corpse in his hand, was quietly walking along. A faint black mist swirled around him, slowly forming a blurry face.
However, just as that face was about to take shape, the black mist suddenly solidified and then dissipated with a 'poof.'
"Hmm? Did the information from Shadow Tracking Technique get cut off?" The Ancient Voice showed a hint of surprise. He then lowered his head and looked solemnly at the corpse in his hand as if pondering something. After a long time, he suddenly took the Crow Corpse and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
'Crunch, crunch'
The sound of bones cracking clearly emanated from beneath the cloak. Thin streams of blood occasionally shot out, followed by labored swallowing sounds.
As he completely consumed the corpse, a transparent figure slowly coalesced behind him. It was Suddenly, the young man who had been killed by Freya. His eyes widened in disbelief; half of his body was covered in charred, decaying flesh, and a long thin scar with blood oozing from it appeared on his neck. He looked exactly as he did before dying.
"Grievance..." Feeling the cold aura behind him, he reached out a hand as if grasping something tangible and pulled the young man's Phantom in front of him.
The unique energy aura of the Necromancy Department caused the surrounding weeds and trees to quickly turn yellow and wither.
“Grimm! My beloved nephew told me... who ultimately killed you...” he uttered in a trembling tone, sounding extremely strange.
The young man's Spirit, under his inquiry, suddenly moved its fixed eyes, filled with a look of unwillingness.
“It was... the Mercenary Guild...”
The hoarse, sparse voice seemed to crawl out of hell like a worm. As he uttered this syllable, it appeared to cause him immense pain, layers of black dust continuously peeling off him.
“I understand! I will avenge you! Rest in peace!”
Looking sorrowfully at the increasingly twisted and ferocious face of the young man, he waved his hand reluctantly, and the gathered Spirit immediately dissipated.
After a while, he raised his head, his gaze fixed on the distant Elglen's Villa, then suddenly turned around and strode towards the Mercenary Guild.
...
Meanwhile, Freya, who was rapidly recording something from the Black Crystal, suddenly felt a chill envelop her before vanishing instantly. She turned her face to look at the open window, gently tapped the table, then set down her Feather Pen and got up to close the window.
A week later.
In the private garden of the villa area.
Freya, dressed in a white silk Robe, sat comfortably at a round table with two steaming cups of brown drink on it. Sunlight streamed through the glass overhead, creating a warm and pleasant feeling.
Across from her, Saradin, still in a green Robe, was looking at two tattered pieces of parchment and a thick book.
The garden was filled with various flower pots; large patches of green dominated the space. Freya did not disturb Saradin's concentration but curiously scanned her surroundings.
Most of the plants in this garden emitted a faint energy aura. Although the energies were chaotic, they were relatively harmonious without much conflict. It seemed that Saradin had put considerable effort into cultivating this garden.
As Freya scanned around, her gaze suddenly fixed on a row of delicate seedlings beneath a large flower pot. The seedlings resembled miniature sunflowers but had tiny smiling faces with squinted eyes in their centers, swaying gently in response to the sunlight.
“Hmm? Aren't those ordinary Sun Serpent Flowers?” Feeling the faint Positive Energy emanating from that row of seedlings, Freya murmured in confusion.
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