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Freya watched the old man leave.
Half an hour later.
In a hidden room of the pharmacy.
The room was somewhat dimly lit, furnished with two large cabinets filled with various ancient books and potions, as well as sculptures of unknown purpose.
The entire room exuded a faint mix of ink and medicinal scents.
In the center were two Red Leather Sofas and a long office table.
Compared to the cluttered room, the long table was much tidier, with only a stack of thin papers and writing instruments.
At this moment, Freya, still in her white robe, sat upright on the sofa, facing a remarkably thin middle-aged man.
His sparse white hair was somewhat greasy, sticking closely to his cheeks. His sunken eyes were narrow and gave off a cold, eerie feeling.
This man was one of the main representatives of the Benifin Family in Cloud City and also the uncle of Rand, named Severus Snape.
"Thank you for your assistance, Lady Freya. On behalf of the Benifin Family, I express my heartfelt gratitude to you. Lani is my niece; I have been aware of what she has encountered for some time. I just didn't expect it to be so serious. We had been waiting for your arrival in Blackrock Town, but due to certain circumstances, we had to choose to relocate. However, before leaving, we left a message there, hoping it did not cause you any inconvenience."
Snape's somewhat sharp voice echoed in the room. Although his words were polite, combined with his appearance, it gave Freya a rather strange feeling.
Looking at his narrow eyes, Freya smiled and replied.
"It's alright. After all, Rand and Lani are among my few friends from the academy. If they are in trouble, I will certainly help them. Moreover, for certain reasons, my original purpose was to come to Cloud City to study."
"Is that so? Then it is truly an honor for Cloud City." Snape tugged at his mouth and forced out an unpleasant smile. Suddenly, his gaze fell on Freya's arm wrapped in black cloth. "Lady Freya, is that a curse? Did you encounter danger on your way to Cloud City?"
"Yes, I ran into some trouble." Without any concealment, Freya nodded. "I was actually hoping to borrow your laboratory here."
Hearing Freya's request, Snape quickly replied.
"Of course, that's no problem. However, if it's a curse, I might be able to give it a try. Back when I was studying at the academy, I specifically learned some knowledge about dispelling ordinary curses. If we consider seniority, I am still your senior and Rand's. It's just that due to my aptitude, I've stagnated on the path of a wizard for many years, which is why I was assigned to Cloud City for development."
"Oh, that's truly unfortunate," Freya nodded, indicating her understanding.
The path of a wizard primarily relies on hard work and study, but that is also built upon one's innate talent.
If a person's talent is limited, unless there is a significant opportunity, they will eventually come to a standstill.
After all, this world is inherently unfair.
When Freya was tested for her aptitude, Hegel had been present; she was classified as level three, neither high nor low.
However, on this path of wizardry, Freya did not know how far her level three aptitude would take her.
If she discovered that she had reached the end of this road, what choice would she make?
Would she return to her hometown to live out her days and marry someone casually, or would she continue to explore this magical world?
These questions were difficult to answer at the moment.
Freya sighed lightly in her heart and, at Snape's gesture, pulled down the black cloth from her arm.
"Hiss."
A massive black blotch that almost covered her entire arm suddenly appeared before them.
This Black Spot seemed almost alive, continuously writhing. When exposed, it emitted a faint sound as if warning those nearby.
Snape frowned as soon as he saw the black patch.
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of black light passed through the gaps.
"This is the Black Eel Curse from the Necromancy Department, but this is the first time I've seen such a large patch of black eel."
"Yes, do you have any good solutions?" Freya asked, noticing Snape's expression.
The spread of this curse was already within her expectations. However, despite its seemingly terrifying nature, she had ways to resolve it, though it might take some time and she was unsure if there would be any side effects.
As for dying from complete decay like that Necromancer, it was just a joke to Freya now.
With her Great Knight's robust physique, relying solely on the Positive Energy within her body to counteract it would not lead to her death.
"Heh, although I may only be a First-Level Wizard in this lifetime and unable to solve high-level curses, if I can't dispel such a low-level curse, wouldn't that mean I've wasted my time at Elgreen Academy? Have you forgotten our academy's main specialty?"
While speaking, Snape pointed to the left cabinet, and a slender golden Test Tube immediately flew out.
He reached out to catch the golden Test Tube, skillfully opened it, poured the liquid into his palm, and then easily cut his own wrist.
Some darkened blood quickly mixed with the golden liquid.
Seeing Freya's curious gaze, Snape smiled and explained.
"This is high-purity Kingslin Essence combined with the Bloodline power of my Evil Crow Clan. Basically, low-level curses can be dispelled instantly. Yours is somewhat special, but it should be manageable."
"Thank you very much!" Freya said earnestly.
She knew about Kingsley Essence; although precious, it was merely a harmonizer of Positive Energy. However, it was her first time hearing about the Bloodline power of the Evil Crow Clan among members of Benifen.
It seems that the Kingsley Essence is likely only playing a supportive role in this Bloodline power.
Although she felt curious about Benifen's Evil Crow Clan, she also knew that asking recklessly would be very impolite.
Once the original liquid and blood were thoroughly mixed, a faint black light suddenly shone in Snape's eyes.
A hint of a bloody scent slowly emanated from him.
Accompanying the emergence of this bloody smell, fine black feathers began to spread across Snape's previously normal face.
His hands gradually transformed into two black bird claws.
Freya watched his transformation, and an unusual feeling slowly arose within her, as if the Snape before her had completely turned into an unknown monster, instinctively wanting to distance herself from him.
Perhaps sensing Freya's subtle change, Snape tugged at his mouth and said, "Don't worry, this is just a normal phenomenon when using Bloodline power. Are you ready?" (To be continued...)
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