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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Two Hundred Sixty-Eight:
"I will."
Freya said with a smile.
Whether it was the powerful Mental Field she emanated or the barren resources here, it was impossible for Freya to stay for long.
In the short term, she could control some things using energy compression methods, but over a long period, it would still affect others.
Unless Baron and the others reached the limits of human capability, at the Great Knight level, there was no way to avoid it.
After chatting with Baron for a while, the two went to the base's restaurant for breakfast together.
In the following month, Freya stayed at the Mercenary Base, occasionally teaching Eric some concise yet practical skills during his training.
During her free time, she would gather with Baron and other familiar faces.
For the newcomers in the Mercenary group, Freya initially appeared somewhat cold due to her demeanor, but later she consistently presented a gentle and friendly image, despite being Baron's daughter.
However, some reckless individuals still entertained certain thoughts.
But after Baron severely punished a few of the bolder ones through training, no one dared to act out again.
Soon a month passed.
The morning at Dragon Harbor.
Under the Misty Sky, a Black Carriage quietly parked by the entrance of the Mercenary Base.
The damp air caused the Black Stallion in front to snort occasionally, showing signs of impatience.
Freya, dressed in a White Robe, stood beside the carriage, with familiar faces like Baron and Eric in front of her.
The group was engaged in conversation, and after a while, Freya mounted the carriage, waved her hand, and then pulled on the Reins, causing the carriage to slowly move forward.
Baron and the others watched as Freya's figure gradually disappeared into the thick fog, each lost in their own thoughts.
After a long moment, Baron patted Eric on the shoulder, who had tears faintly visible at the corners of his eyes.
"Alright, stop staring. Freya will come back again."
"But I—"
Eric lowered his head, rubbing the book that Freya had given him. It contained all her insights on swordsmanship. If nothing unexpected happened, this book would benefit Eric for a lifetime, even if he reached the Great Knight level.
In addition to that, Freya had also left behind some items for Baron and the others that would be useful to them.
While these items might not mean much to a wizard, they were invaluable to ordinary people.
"Alright, everyone head back!"
Seeing his son's expression, Baron remained silent for a moment before turning to leave. The others followed suit, gradually returning alongside Baron.
The carriage moved at a rapid pace, and the moist mist blowing in from the front quickly dampened Freya's cheeks.
She deliberately did not use the Power Field to block it, and soon her golden hair was sticking to her forehead.
The slightly cool mist made her mind exceptionally clear, even dissipating the faint sadness she felt when leaving.
Freya squinted slightly, extending her mental power so that she wouldn't bump into anything despite the surrounding fog.
She wiped her face with her hand and instinctively touched the Ice Blue Earrings by her ear, her gaze revealing a hint of coldness.
"Since everything is well with Father, it's time to investigate those traitors from before!"
The sudden battle back then had nearly destroyed Green Castle, forcing the evacuation of the surviving personnel. If the enemy had not misjudged Freya's knightly strength at that time, perhaps Baron and the others would not have survived.
However, Freya was fortunate enough to obtain the Cursed Earring, setting her on a path of power that was entirely different from ordinary people.
Although with her current strength, the Earrings had become nothing more than an ornament, its significance could not be overlooked.
Yet even with Freya's current understanding, the runes within these Earrings were incredibly remarkable.
They were similar in nature to how knightly aura was activated, but expressed in the form of runic spells.
The nature of creating this thing hints at traces left behind by the pursuit of a higher Bloodline from Ancient Wizards.
As far as Freya knows, Ancient Wizards did not have the same stringent requirements for their innate qualities as modern wizards do. Their level advancement was based on the most primitive form of Bloodline plundering, relying purely on a powerful physical body, even extending to their spirit and soul.
Although Freya has not yet reached the limit of her own potential, she will eventually arrive at that point.
Perhaps it is time to start exploring now; there might still be some breakthroughs to be found.
Since the Ice Blue Earrings have appeared in the hands of the Byron Nobility, they must be connected in some way.
"The methods of advancement for Ancient Wizards may no longer have boundaries in today's context, but ultimately, due to the rapid pace of their growth, their souls or spirits could not keep up, leading to poor coordination of their bodies. This could even result in terrifying beings where the soul dies while the body survives. However, even so, I can still draw some inspiration from that miraculous method of breaking boundaries."
From beginning to end, Freya has always been a pure human. She has not sought excessive power by adding various Bloodlines to herself. This simple method of enhancement has the sole advantage of maintaining the purity of her spirit.
In comparison, her chances of advancement are much higher than those of some wizards with chaotic Bloodlines.
However, this pure method of enhancement also has a significant drawback: the limits of her physical body.
No matter how much she elevates her life level, she is ultimately still human. Her growth potential is relatively low compared to other races, and this limitation directly hampers her spiritual advancement.
It is akin to a simple container; no matter how large it becomes, it remains a container. The contents inside, whether they become liquid or solid, will eventually fill it up—this is the limitation of her potential.
What Freya needs is to find a way to break through this container or seek a larger one—large enough to hold everything—so that her path will not be obstructed or restricted.
Of course, modern wizards can also break through such limitations by focusing on their souls, but this requires reaching a fourth-level transformation in their spiritual quality.
With Freya's limited qualifications, such heights were completely out of the question.
Thus, she set her sights on the Ancient Wizard, not because she intended to fully follow the path of the Ancient Wizard, but rather to borrow methods from it to break through her limitations.
This was also one of Freya's most important purposes for returning.
The carriage had been magically modified by Freya, making it much faster than an ordinary carriage.
In just an hour, they arrived at the city's massive port.
Countless sea vessels lingered in the harbor. Freya picked up the suitcase beside her and nimbly jumped down from the carriage, reaching out to pull the head of the Black Stallion, whispering a few words in its ear.
Then, the Black Stallion automatically turned around and ran back in the direction they came from.
Rudin and Byron were separated by a sea, with many cities in between. When Baron sought refuge with Irena, it took him two full days.
Although Freya did not want to take such a long time, she had no choice.
Freya's gaze wandered among the many sea vessels until suddenly a sleek passenger ship came into view, with "Daqier City" written on both sides of its bow.
At that moment, the passenger ship's gangway was slowly being lowered onto the stone pillars at the port, and some travelers were cautiously descending with their luggage.
Seeing this, Freya walked straight over.
By the ship, a dark-skinned, muscular man resembling a sailor was moving white boxes onto the ship from another dedicated gangway.
Freya glanced at the white box being carried by the man and directly asked, "When does your ship depart?"
Hearing someone ask a question nearby, the man did not put down the box in his hands and replied without looking up, "In two hours! We'll leave once the cargo is loaded."
"In two hours?" Freya frowned and looked around; it seemed there were still a few passenger ships heading to Daqier City at the port.
Seemingly guessing Freya's hesitation, the man muttered, "No need to look. The ships coming from Daqier City right now are too scared to leave; ours is the only one that dares to set sail."
"Oh?" Upon hearing the man's words, Freya showed a curious expression. She took out a silver coin and waved it, saying, "Come over and listen. If I’m satisfied, this will be yours."
The sunlight reflected off the silver coin and shone on the man's face, prompting the burly man who was still focused on moving things to lift his head.
Looking at the silver coin in Freya's hand, he blinked and then said, "Sister, it seems you don’t often pay attention to maritime affairs. This isn't really a secret. In recent years, there have been many conflicts between Daqier City and the Sea Tribe. Things have been intense lately, and many sea vessels have been banned from passing through. Those that can still set sail do so only at night, and the remaining ones that can operate normally have connections."
"Is that so?" Freya flicked the Silver Coin in her hand to him, her gaze drifting to the side of the Passenger Ship, which bore a fierce shark emblem.
She pointed at the shark and smiled.
"So, you are connected then?"
The burly man, who was polishing the Silver Coin, revealed a proud expression.
"Of course, our Boss is considered half Sea People. The conflict over there doesn't affect our Fleet much. If you want to reach Daqier City quickly, Shark's Fury is your best choice."
"Mm, I understand."
Nodding lightly, Freya ignored the man's continued words and directly headed toward the boarding ramp with her suitcase.
Upon stepping onto the ship, several crew members were busy tidying up ropes. One of them, who seemed to be in charge, quickly approached Freya with a smile.
"Miss, are you here to take the boat?"
"Yes."
Freya nodded but her gaze was on a few crew members. Among them, two tall and strong crew members had a hint of blue in their skin, and there were faint markings on both sides of their faces, clearly indicating Sea Tribe heritage.
"Then please pay twenty gold coins," the man said directly.
"Twenty already?" Freya looked at him in confusion.
"After all, it's a special time," he grinned, revealing a set of interlocking teeth reminiscent of a shark.
Although this person had skin like a human, it turned out he was also a member of the Sea Tribe, and it seemed he belonged to the Shark Clan.
"That's true." Freya glanced at his teeth, pulled out thirty gold coins, and tossed them into his hands, speaking in a calm tone. "I want a quiet room, preferably without any disturbances. You will take care of my meals three times a day. Understood?"
The golden coins immediately caught the attention of several nearby crew members, who subtly lifted their heads to glance at Freya's figure.
"Oh, you are quite generous." Seeing the extra ten coins, he quickly stuffed them into the pocket at his waist and extended his hand. "Of course, no problem. I am the captain of this ship; you can call me Steve, but I prefer others to call me Shark of Evil."
Ignoring his outstretched hand, Freya turned her head and looked towards the cabin.
"Alright, Steve. Then I would like to rest as soon as possible. Is that okay?"
Feeling somewhat awkward retracting his hand, he nodded and shouted towards a distance.
"Betty! Come over here! Quickly take the guest to Room Three! Damn it! Don't worry about those ropes!"
At his shout, a slender young boy quickly ran over.
Steve kicked him lightly and smiled at Freya.
"Just follow him; I'll have someone bring lunch later. I hope you enjoy your stay on the ship."
"Okay." Freya nodded.
The boy named Betty seemed to dislike talking and silently walked ahead.
Soon, the two stopped at the door of a room. Betty skillfully opened the door, and Freya stepped inside.
The items inside appeared to be new, clearly indicating that Steve had not lied to her.
Satisfied with her glance around, Freya placed her suitcase on the table, and a soft sound of the door closing came from outside.
Freya's mental strength was nearing the end of its stabilization phase; in a few moments, it would solidify into Liquefaction Level, and it would not fluctuate due to combat.
The journey from Dragon Harbor to Daqier City would take at least ten hours, which was just enough time to investigate some recent information about Byron.
From what she understood, the count named Philip whom she had killed seemed to be a member of a certain family within the Byron Empire.
That act of treason must have received support from that family; although they might have fallen into decline due to failure, they certainly would not perish.
“Perhaps I can start from this angle; I believe results will come soon,” Freya murmured lightly.
...
On the other side of the Passenger Ship, in a certain room, Steve and three crew members clearly bearing Sea Tribe Bloodline were gathered together.
At that moment, on the table among the four lay a pile of shiny gold coins and gemstones.
One burly man with fan-shaped ears grabbed a green gemstone from the center, held it up to his eyes, played with it for a while, and then spoke to Steve, who seemed to be deep in thought.
"Big Brother, this time we have ten more people than from Daqier City. How much extra should we charge?"
"Hmm?" Hearing the person's words, Steve snapped back to reality, frowning as he asked.
"How much did we charge each person last time?"
"It was ten gold coins," the thin guy immediately replied.
"Then this time we should charge fifteen!" Steve said with a slight smirk.
"Alright!" The burly man holding the gem chuckled. "Thanks to those fools fighting, we can earn so much more. Otherwise, after working so hard, I'd be fed up. It was way more enjoyable being a pirate before."
Hearing the burly man's laughter, the other two chimed in.
But Steve tapped the table and suddenly said in a serious tone, "Sharu, let's forget about that woman in Room Three."
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