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Chapter 267:
The night breeze brushed against her long hair, and in the distance, the city was still faintly illuminated.
Freya walked to a tree not far from the room, quietly observing this not-so-large Mercenary Base.
Although the number of people was still lacking compared to the former Green Castle, it was likely one of the top teams in Dragon Harbor.
In her mental perception, there were more than ten individuals with Knight Level strength in this Mercenary Base, and four of them were at Knight's Pinnacle.
Such combat power was a terrifying presence in remote areas.
It should be noted that in the former Green Castle, there were only a handful of Knight Level individuals, and they were part of the management.
"It seems that my father has been working hard all these years. It's a pity that Eric does not possess the wizard's gift; otherwise, I, the Green Family..."
Freya sighed lightly.
After all, her own gift was obtained through crossing over and an accident. In this energy-scarce place, unless one had high resources, it was difficult for a wizard's gift to be activated.
However, even if it were activated, without a wizard's guidance to study at an academy, one would likely lead a mundane life.
As for Eric's gift, Freya had anticipated it; she just felt a bit regretful inside.
If another wizard were to emerge from the Green Family—even if not a full wizard but merely a Third-Rank Apprentice—then they could establish themselves within the Ludin Empire and perhaps become a significant new force, fulfilling the vow made when leaving the castle to start anew.
Standing in the dark shadow of the tree, Freya's mind wandered.
Suddenly, the crisp sound of crushed leaves echoed as a large figure approached from not far away.
Freya lifted her head and revealed a faint smile.
"Damsdin, are you still not asleep?"
The firelight from the watchtower faintly illuminated Damsdin's somewhat fierce face, but at this moment, it was filled with guilt.
"Sister, it was my failure to protect the young man. You..." Damsdin said in a low voice.
Freya waved her hand, interrupting his next words, and lightly laughed.
"Well, I didn't expect you to be an Intermediate Knight now."
"Yes," Damsdin nodded.
"Then, here, take this."
Suddenly, Freya threw a blue pill at him, which Damsdin hurriedly caught.
"Sister, what is this?"
"You have two hidden injuries that have existed for a long time. This is a healing medicine; take it."
Upon hearing Freya's words, Damsdin, still puzzled, popped the pill into his mouth and chewed it a few times before swallowing.
Seeing Damsdin eat the pill without hesitation, Freya nodded in satisfaction and continued.
"I already know about Eric's situation; it is not your fault. Moreover, the injuries he has now can serve as motivation for becoming stronger in the future. You don't need to apologize to me."
"But the young master's leg and hand..." Damsdin's expression darkened.
"Everything will eventually be alright," Freya said with a gentle smile. "By the way, where are Howard Bailey and Nick's graves? I want to go see them."
Although the meaning of the previous sentence from Freya was unclear, Damsdin still responded.
"I'll take you to the forest next to the camp."
"Okay." Freya nodded lightly.
Under the pitch-black night sky, the two slowly walked toward the forest.
Soon, two low graves appeared before them, with a black stone tablet at the front inscribed with words in Byron Language.
"To my brother, Howard Bailey—Andrei Green." "To my brother, Nick Robin—Andrei Green."
The edges of the writing were sharp, indicating that Baron had carved it directly with a sword.
Freya quietly looked at the two graves, reaching out to rub her hand over the stone tablet.
Scenes from the past flashed before her eyes, as if it were just yesterday. For a moment, a certain emotion made Freya feel somewhat stifled.
Damsdin stood silently behind Freya, watching this young girl who had grown up.
After a long while, he seemed to remember something and took out a slender package from his chest.
"By the way, sis, Nick asked me to give this to you before he left."
"Oh?" Freya took a deep breath and slightly turned around to receive the package.
Unwrapping it revealed a beautifully crafted dagger lying quietly inside.
At the end of the hilt was embedded a red gemstone. In Freya's eyes, this dagger could only be considered decorative; it was too conspicuous for harming someone. It seemed to be a gift from Nick.
"That guy..."
Gently touching the ruby at the end, Freya inserted it into her waist and then asked Damsdin, "Does Nick have any relatives left in Byron?"
Damsdin thought for a moment and replied, "I remember Nick was discovered by Baron in a back alley. He was taken to the castle for training because of his agility. I don't think he has any family left."
"Oh, I see," Freya nodded, glanced at the two graves for a while longer, and then turned to leave.
By the time she returned to the camp, half an hour had already passed.
According to Freya's calculations, Baron, who had a relatively good constitution, should have woken up by now.
After sending Damsdin back to rest, Freya returned to her room alone.
Inside the room, Baron sat expressionless at the table, lost in thought.
The sound of Freya's footsteps startled him awake. He looked up at Freya, his gaze still filled with disbelief.
Freya, on the other hand, looked at him calmly.
After a moment of silence, Baron touched his fully healed eyes and struggled to speak.
"Freya, have you been in contact with those Mystics?"
"Yes, Father," Freya gently nodded in acknowledgment.
Although he had vaguely anticipated this miraculous change in his daughter, hearing it confirmed from Freya's lips left Baron momentarily unsure of how to respond.
He turned to look at Eric, whose legs were intact and hands were normal, with a complex expression in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that what people said was indeed true."
The people mentioned by Freya and Baron are not just a myth in the eyes of the higher-ups in most developed countries. Some powerful factions or families of ordinary people even have the shadow of wizards, and the Cursed Items appearing in the ordinary world are also passed down from wizards or their apprentices.
Seeing the complex expression on Baron's face, Freya quietly walked over, slightly bent down, and embraced Baron gently.
"No matter what I become, I am still your daughter."
Freya's words seemed to unlock something in Baron. He patted Freya's hand with his large palm, stood up, and smiled.
"Yes, no matter what, you are my daughter. Now, tell me about the Mystic."
"Okay."
...
The conversation between father and daughter went on for a long time. Freya even felt that she had never had such a warm exchange with Baron before.
In Freya's past impression, Baron had always been strong and powerful, shielding her from the wind and rain with unmatched might.
Even when she made serious mistakes, Baron silently took responsibility and resolved everything one by one.
In Freya's eyes, Baron had always been an omnipotent figure.
However, now this handsome and powerful father seemed like a curious observer, filled with longing for the world she described.
Of course, Baron also knew that such a wondrous world was accompanied by even greater dangers, which ordinary people could no longer handle.
Unknowingly, the east began to brighten.
A refreshing morning breeze blew towards the two of them.
Some early-rising young people walked out of the dormitory, starting their morning routines of washing up, eating, and exercising.
The morning light streamed through the window and onto the bed. Eric instinctively rubbed his eyes, but when he saw his intact left hand, he was momentarily stunned.
He gently touched his left wrist with his right hand, where just yesterday it had been in an abnormal bend, but now it was normal.
When he shifted his gaze to his right leg, tears of excitement suddenly streamed down the face of this big boy.
"Is this a dream?"
His voice trembled slightly, filled with doubt.
The two people who had been talking at the table turned around at the sound of Eric's voice.
Baron looked at the overly excited Eric, stood up, and walked over to him, speaking in a gentle tone.
"Eric, you are not dreaming; your sister has healed you."
"Sister..."
Eric suddenly recalled Freya's words from yesterday. He abruptly lifted his head, fixing his gaze on Freya behind Baron.
"I..."
Seeing Eric so overwhelmed that he could barely speak, Freya smiled and then said seriously.
"Eric, although I have helped you regain your right leg, you will still need some time for recovery. During this period, no one can help you. However, I hope this injury teaches you a lesson and serves as motivation for your progress. Do you understand?"
"Yes!" Eric nodded vigorously.
"Alright, recovering your body requires a lot of caloric food. I will have your maid prepare more meat for you later; after that, you'll be able to walk normally."
When Freya arrived at the maid, she unexpectedly winked at Eric.
Baron, who was nearby, understood the implication of Freya's words and chuckled.
"Iber is a nice girl if you like her."
"No, father, it's not what you think." Hearing their teasing, Eric immediately forgot his excitement about recovering and his face turned red.
He had once been infatuated with women, but ever since the castle fell, he had devoted himself to training in order to reach Knight Level as soon as possible and pursue Freya.
However, in terms of feelings, he had actually changed a lot over the years, especially considering the harmonious relationship he had with Baron as father and son.
Seeing Eric's embarrassment, Baron smiled and patted his shoulder.
"Never mind, you should rest for a few days. Your sister and I have some matters to discuss."
"Okay, father." Eric nodded.
After Freya gave Eric a few instructions, the two of them left the room.
At this time, some people had already started training in the training ground. Some mercenary team members preparing for missions were getting their things and carts ready. In the distance, Damsdin was feeding his warhorse black beans while organizing his Cross Sword and dagger at his waist.
Freya and Baron walked along the path next to the Mercenary Base without deliberately disturbing them.
Freya slightly squinted her eyes and quietly said to Baron beside her, "Father, Eric seems to be doing well these past few years; he should be close to Knight Level by now."
Upon hearing Freya's evaluation of Eric, Baron showed a pleased smile.
"Indeed, ever since you left, that boy has worked hard. I've checked his physique; I believe he can go further than I did."
"Yes," Freya lowered her head, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.
Once, Baron had nurtured her as his heir. Even though she was a girl, it seemed he had now noticed something unusual about his daughter. He glanced at the silent Freya, sighed deeply, placed his hand on her head, and gently stroked her hair.
"When do you plan to leave?"
"What?" Freya looked up slightly, confused as she gazed at the much taller Baron.
"Heh, it's alright. Ever since you told me those things, I've understood. Your path is different from mine and Eric's. Your world should be broader and not bound by us. Don't worry; I understand."
Baron withdrew his hand from Freya's head and gestured around them as he continued.
"Look here, this is what I've built over the years with others. Initially, I planned to pass it on to you and Eric for your future. But now it seems it may only benefit that boy Eric."
Freya was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Of course, if I retire, I might just travel to the places you go. That was my dream when I was young, but because of the family and your mother’s situation, I inherited the title. It’s not too late now."
Baron smiled as he shared his dream.
His meaning was clear; he simply wanted Freya to feel secure in following her own path.
Understanding Baron's intentions, Freya let out a gentle sigh and raised her head.
"I'll probably leave in about a month. I want to return to Byron to clarify some things before leaving here."
"Is that so? Do you need me to come with you?" Baron asked with a slight frown.
Byron, the country that once destroyed Green Castle, although Saladin’s occupation did not succeed at that time, it is impossible for Baron and his party to go back. "No need." Freya smiled. "There may be some dangers in that place." The dangers she mentioned are fatal to ordinary people, and this Baron is also Understand. "Okay, then you need your heart." Baron nodded. "If there are any problems, tell me directly."
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