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The mental trace the size of a fingernail only provided Freya with an incomplete video clip of the Necromancer's escape.
However, even so, Freya was able to analyze useful information from it.
Of course, if Freya herself knew a couple of prophecy-related spells, she might have gained even more insights. After all, the essence of a wizard is mental power; even traces left behind for many years can reveal a lot.
After resting on the ground for a while and allowing the Azure Rune in her eyes to gradually fade, she finally stood up.
This direct method of analyzing with her brain was indeed straightforward, but it came at a certain cost, which was the phenomenon Freya had just experienced.
What Freya did not expect was that this cost would reach such a level that even her Great Knight physique could not withstand it.
She lightly shook her head, and after feeling the abnormality in her vision disappear, she gently tapped the table surface. A glimmer of light flashed, and the carved Rune Array immediately vanished from the tabletop.
Looking at the Experiment Table and the disarray on the floor, Freya frowned slightly and called out loudly towards the door.
"Anna! Anna!"
Soon, hurried footsteps were heard from outside the door.
With a click, the door opened, and a tall girl dressed in maid attire walked in.
"Milady, what is your command?" she asked respectfully.
She was one of the maids assigned to her by the Countess.
Freya took out a white silk handkerchief to wipe her hands and ordered, "Please tidy this place up. Burn whatever is in the trash can. Also, do not touch the Long-Eared Rabbit in the wooden box for half an hour. Understand?"
“Understood, my lord,” Anna whispered.
“Mm.” Freya placed the silk scarf in her hand, took the key from the Experiment Table, hung it at her waist, and walked out of the room.
...
The next morning. A Black Carriage slowly left the estate, heading towards the castle.
Freya, now dressed in a white robe, sat quietly in the carriage, holding a slender Black Key in her hand. At that moment, dense green light formed hands that continuously gnawed at the key.
Freya furrowed her brow as she stared at the key in her hand.
After a long while, she casually waved her hand. In an instant, countless hands retreated with rustling sounds.
“It’s not made of any material I know; it seems artificially synthesized. Of course, it could also be a metal not from this world,” she murmured softly.
The analysis technique primarily relies on the energy type of an object, its size, mass, density, and other external factors to analyze it, ultimately deriving results through the knowledge in the caster's mind.
Although it may not be as effective as an analysis array in terms of analytical ability and mental energy consumption, Freya was still certain that this object was not something she recognized.
“However, since there is data with Angelina, there’s no need to rush.”
Regarding the clues about the Necromancer, through that brief segment, she had already vaguely guessed a location; she just needed some items and time to confirm it. If she acted recklessly now, it might alert them—something she did not wish to see.
Fifteen minutes later.
The carriage entered Raymond City Castle.
Countess seems to be absent and did not come to meet her, but everyone in the castle has already been informed of Freya's noble status.
Of course, it was not the wizard, but a prominent official.
Moreover, Freya could mobilize all the personnel in the castle.
Under the guidance of a trusted aide of the Countess, Freya arrived at the library within the castle.
The large library was filled with a faint smell of ink. Although the Countess had forsaken knowledge for power, as a family with deep roots, the amount of knowledge in this library was still considerable.
As Freya entered the library, she casually pulled a book from the shelf. It was a book describing A Brief History of the Empire and various noble families.
Although it was not what Freya was looking for, she began to read it carefully.
All knowledge did not make much difference to Freya; it was merely divided into two categories: ordinary people and wizards.
However, any kind of knowledge has its uses; even that written by ordinary people might prove useful in special circumstances.
Therefore, whenever there was an opportunity, Freya would absorb it to enrich herself.
Knowledge allowed her to progress, which is what all wizards pursue.
During this time, the Gentleman Elder she had initially seen came by. He intended to greet her but ultimately left without disturbing her when he saw Freya engrossed in her reading.
After two hours, Freya set down a miscellaneous book and then pulled out another book with a black cover.
However, when her fingers touched this book, she suddenly felt a sharp pain at her fingertips, causing Freya to instinctively retract her hand.
'Smack.'
The book fell to the ground.
"Eh?"
She looked at her fingers, where a tiny black dot, the size of a pinprick, had appeared on her fingertip, and a drop of blood slowly oozed out.
"To think it could break through my Force Field and directly affect me?"
She gazed solemnly at the black-covered book lying on the ground.
The cover of the book had no title, just an expanse of darkness, and there was not even an author's name.
The surface of the cover was bumpy, resembling the untreated skin of some creature, and in her mental perception, the book itself seemed to possess a mysterious Force Field.
"Is this an automatic protective Spell of a wizard?" she frowned slightly.
Clearly, this nameless book belonged to the Wizarding World.
After a pause, Freya crouched down and slowly extended her hand.
Her deep blue eyes remained fixed on the black-covered book on the ground.
"Reveal!" she suddenly uttered a word.
Fair Hand instantly ignited with a vibrant green flame.
The flames burned quietly, casting an eerie reflection on Freya's profile.
With her eyes slightly narrowed, Freya slowly pressed her hand against the book.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
As soon as the cover made contact with the Green Flame, it emitted a hissing sound. In the process of burning, a white Ghostface Spider suddenly appeared in the center of the previously empty Black Cover.
The spider seemed to be painted on, but it moved as if it were alive, quickly trying to crawl to the back of the cover, seemingly afraid of Freya's green fire.
However, it was directly caught in Freya's hand.
The Green Flame caused the spider to burn violently, producing crackling sounds. Before long, a pile of black ashes floated on the surface of the cover.
Looking at the ashes, Freya waved her hand to extinguish the flames.
Then she picked up the fallen book.
The previous sting did not return, and the black cover had completely changed its appearance.
A multitude of densely packed black eyes emerged on the surface. However, these eyes were all closed, seemingly devoid of life.
Yet, in Freya's touch, they felt real, which gave her a sense of disgust.
"To think someone would use the skin of a Hundred-Eyed Monster for a cover. While it may help preserve the book, this author truly has a twisted sense of humor!"
Complaining under her breath, Freya opened the book and discovered that it seemed to be records from a certain Wizard Organization.
Inside were illustrations of various items. With Freya's knowledge, she could understand part of it, but there were still many things she had never seen before.
Gently flipping through the pages, Freya furrowed her brow slightly.
"Most of the information here does not belong to this world. It seems that the organization of this material involves a vast area and may belong to a top-tier Wizarding Organization."
There wasn't much information, but just as she was about to turn to the last few pages, an illustration suddenly caught her attention.
It was a pattern of Black Keys.
Connected by black circles, there were at least ten of them.
Moreover, their appearance was identical to the one hanging at her waist.
"Mysterious Key...?"
A strange term composed of several letters appeared in her view, accompanied by a note.
'Source unknown, time and place of appearance random; a key that can open the World Gate. Each key leads to a different world.'
The note contained only this brief sentence, but it left Freya somewhat shocked.
A key that can traverse worlds? What does that mean? She never expected that a casually discovered key would be something so magical.
This made her instinctively touch the key at her waist.
Every world is vastly different. To travel between worlds, aside from the known method of using spatial rifts, one can only utilize Boundary Stones for individual teleportation.
However, spatial rifts are regarded as precious resources by some major Wizarding Organizations, and while some organizations do possess Boundary Stones, their teleportation is individual and the destination in the unknown world is random.
It was almost used as a means of exile punishment.
Now, the ‘Mysterious Key’ she had obtained could be considered one of the most precious things to some extent.
"I just don't know how to use this key, and what World Gate is..." she sighed.
However, even if she didn't know for now, it couldn't diminish the value of this item.
She let her somewhat excited emotions gradually settle down. After flipping through a few more pages, she cast a defensive magic circle on the book before putting it back on the shelf.
Since this book was discovered here, perhaps the Countess would know something about its origins.
Perhaps because of this key, Freya also lost her desire to continue reading.
After casually flipping through a few more books, just as she was about to leave, a sudden commotion erupted outside.
From the half-open door, she vaguely saw figures running.
Moreover, a strong smell of blood wafted in.
This made Freya pause slightly before striding out of the library.
The maids in the castle were busy with something, all looking anxious.
Freya reached out and grabbed one of the maids rushing by and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
The maid originally wanted to break free, but when she saw Freya's face, her body trembled slightly, and she spoke a bit anxiously.
"My lord, it is the Lord of the City who is injured. I was just about to summon Dr. White."
"Injured?" Upon hearing the maid's words, Freya raised an eyebrow and released her grip. "Alright, you may go."
Without further response, the maid quickly bowed and hurried away.
Freya watched the maid leave with a thoughtful expression.
Although she did not take action, Freya could see that the Countess was roughly at the level of a Knight Intermediate.
Of course, this level only indicated physical prowess; it was unclear whether she possessed any sense of aura.
However, being able to injure a Great Knight suggested that this matter was significant for Raymond City. (To be continued)
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