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墨書 Inktalez
The terror of wizards was something that Angelina, who once was an apprentice, could understand very well.
If it weren't for her innate talent, perhaps she could have become one of those beings.
Unfortunately, by the age of twenty, she had not succeeded in becoming a Third-Rank Apprentice, which led to her being assigned by her family to manage a city like this.
However, she never expected that an Official Wizard would appear here and actually need her help.
Meanwhile, Freya sat quietly on a soft sofa, her gaze calmly fixed on the Countess who was under thirty.
Freya had no interest in understanding what the Countess was feeling at that moment. After glancing at the young man who had fainted, she continued speaking.
"Of course, under the principle of Equivalent Exchange, I will pay you an appropriate reward for your assistance, whether it be Magic Stone, resources, or conditions. As long as it holds value, I will meet your needs."
"…"
Trying to calm her emotions, Angelina spoke slowly with a respectful tone. "…Lady Freya, I am just a Second-Class Apprentice, and… due to time constraints, I have forgotten much knowledge… What do you need my help with?"
"Have you let your knowledge go to waste?" Hearing the Countess's words, Freya raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by this matter. "What about the famous life prophecy technique from Crimson Forest? Have you forgotten that as well? I remember it was written in the Basic Knowledge book."
Seeing the expression on Freya's face, the Countess showed a hint of shame.
"…Your knowledge is truly profound, but I’m afraid…"
This made Freya frown slightly. She had initially felt some surprise upon entering the lord's mansion and sensing the energy aura of this Countess. The Crimson Forest was known for its prophetic studies at the Saint Delra Basin's renowned Wizard Academy; even apprentices could use certain predictive Spells.
The income from the Crimson Forest is not solely dependent on the qualifications of the wizard, but also on physical limitations.
However, upon hearing the Countess's words, she revealed a hint of disappointment.
It was not just a simple disappointment in failing to find the Necromancer, but also a disappointment in the Countess for voluntarily giving up knowledge.
Even though she still retained the energy aura of a Second-Class Apprentice, fundamentally, she had already severed ties with the Wizarding World.
With a slight sigh in her heart, Freya waved her hand and calmly said, "It's alright; this is unavoidable. So, do you still have all the records from Raymond City from thirty years ago? What I said before still stands."
"I do have those. Raymond City is my family's estate, and we record any anomalies every month and permanently archive them for reference. I just don't know what you need..." The Countess looked at Freya in her white robe with some confusion.
The meaning represented by wizards' robes is multifaceted, and she happened to know that most wizards wearing white robes belong to the lawful faction, which can be seen as 'good people' to some extent.
Although Freya's sudden appearance and Felix's reckless attack had left him unconscious and bleeding, she ultimately did not kill him.
This also indirectly indicated that this witch aligned with the significance of her white robe.
'Perhaps this can indeed be considered a fair trade,' she thought.
"I'm just looking for someone. However, since you can't be of help anymore, there's no need for you to know the rest," Freya said lightly.
"...Alright." The Countess nodded understandingly.
No matter how significant the wizard's matters were, they could pose a great trouble for ordinary people. Since Freya did not inquire further, she chose to remain silent.
After a pause, she stood up and said, "Then... Lady Freya, please follow me. The information is in the castle's basement."
"Mm." Freya nodded lightly, also getting up to leave the living room with her.
After a long while, once the two figures had completely left, the old man sitting on another sofa finally let out a heavy sigh. Unbeknownst to him, his black suit was already soaked with sweat.
Although the white-robed Blonde Woman did not seem threatening, the Countess's respectful tone and the magical abilities displayed made him deeply understand her identity.
His body still trembled slightly. After making several deep breaths, he glanced at the young man against the wall before shouting loudly.
"Guard! Guard!..."
...
In the dim Passageway, a faint light glimmered.
Two indistinct figures descended from the Stone Steps.
This was the castle's basement.
Freya followed closely behind the Countess with an expressionless face.
A gentle breeze blew through both sides of the Passageway, carrying away some of the musty odor inside.
The two of them walked in silence, with no intention of speaking.
A faint chill had been clearly felt by her since entering this place.
Without needing to guess, Freya understood that this was another Spirit.
However, compared to the gathering place of wizards, the appearance of these Spirits was much more frequent here, perhaps because this was a realm belonging to mortals, free from the constraints of wizards.
Of course, these Spirits were harmless to ordinary people, who might not even notice their presence. But for Freya, she could clearly see their existence.
Even though they posed little threat, they still had an impact.
'I need to study my constitution more deeply; otherwise, this situation cannot continue,' she thought calmly.
The passageway was long and branched off into several paths.
If it weren't for the Countess leading the way, a first-time visitor would likely get lost here.
However, one could also see a certain level of prestige in the Countess's family from this.
After walking for about twenty minutes,
they pushed open a heavy wooden door, and the Countess stepped aside and said,
"We have arrived, my lord. Here are all the records from thirty to forty years ago."
Without saying a word, Freya gently nodded and walked past the Countess into the room.
With a snap of her fingers, a ball of Purple Flame appeared out of thin air.
Illuminated by the flames, Freya could see the general layout of the room.
It was a large space constructed from massive Azure stones.
Inside, there were three enormous red bookshelves, each piled with white boxes containing categorized materials.
Freya glanced over and noticed that each box had clear dates written on them, and they were spotless, emitting a faint coolness, suggesting they were regularly maintained.
After surveying the three bookshelves, Freya nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good. If I find what I'm looking for, aside from what I mentioned before, I might agree to one more condition."
"Thank you, my lady... I still have matters to attend to there, so..." the Countess said cautiously.
"Mm, you may leave," Freya waved her hand casually.
"Yes, my lady." With Freya's permission, she bowed slightly and quickly exited the Stone House.
Listening to the Countess's footsteps fade away, Freya casually approached one of the bookshelves, picked up the front white box, and opened it to reveal a stack of specially treated parchment inside.
It feels hard to the touch, which is also convenient for preservation.
The records are organized in intervals of seven.
There is a lot of information. However, it is not a problem for Freya.
Thirty years may be one-third of an ordinary person's life, but for wizards, it is merely the time for about ten medium-scale experiments.
Once promoted to Official Wizard, the effective aspect of lifespan can be greatly extended.
Even wizards who do not advance further can live for over three hundred years as long as they take good care of themselves and avoid unnatural deaths.
Some wizards with a Special Bloodline may even live longer.
Therefore, thirty years is not significant for an official Necromancer.
Moreover, according to Freya's speculation, the wizard named Franksthanbi might still be in this city or nearby.
Due to the Taboli conspiracy incident, the academy would definitely issue a pursuit order for this wizard, which is why he must have gone into hiding. He might even be injured.
A potentially injured Necromancer would certainly find it challenging to hide without leaving traces.
The sound of parchment being turned echoed in the silent Stone House.
Purple Flame floated quietly in the air, bringing her light.
After going through a lot of information, she suddenly spotted a series of connected strange messages.
"On August 7, a large number of dead livestock were discovered in the forest north of Smoke Town. They seemed to be infected with a severe virus. The bodies were black, with severely decayed limbs. Only the heads remained intact."
"On August 14, three bodies of black-robed individuals were found in the sewers of Raymond City. The bodies were intact with no external wounds, and based on their clothing, they did not belong to the nearby Mercenary group."
"On August 1, the Black Scorpion Thieves attacked Blackstone Village, resulting in the death of the entire village. A bounty has been issued, amounting to: 00 gold coins."
Then there was ordinary information.
However, after Freya skipped a month, two more pieces of information appeared before her eyes.
"On October 4, an outbreak occurred in the northern part of Raymond City, with over thirty people infected. Symptoms included bloodshot eyes, swelling all over the body, loss of voice, but heightened spirits. The source of infection is unknown."
"On October 11, the outbreak improved, with a total of ninety-seven deaths."
Upon seeing this, Freya blinked.
According to the description in this information, if it was correct, she might have guessed that it was not an ordinary plague but rather within the scope of the Necromancy Department's Soul Absorption Technique.
This was one of the rare healing Spells used by the Necromancy Department, utilizing the life force of living beings to recover one's own injuries.
However, due to the lethal and exposing nature of this technique, generally few Necromancers liked to use it.
"Estimating, that Franksthanbi was probably being hunted by the academy at that time and had no choice but to resort to such violent means. However, with ninety-seven people dead, it seems he was seriously injured," Freya analyzed calmly.
This further confirmed for her that this guy had indeed appeared here.
Then things became clear.
As she put down the materials and was about to pick up another white box, a pair of delicate white feet suddenly appeared next to her hand.
"Sister, can you play with me?"
A pure child's voice, carrying an inexplicable chill, reached her ears, leaving her momentarily stunned. (To be continued)
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