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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-One:
A faint aura of danger gradually emanated from her.
‘Hiss!’
With a soft sound, Freya's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
A white silhouette instantly appeared in front of the two men who were in a charging stance.
‘Bang!!’ ‘Bang!!!’
Two loud thuds accompanied by a cloud of dust were raised.
Immediately after, amidst the dust, the two men who had already activated their senses were sent flying backward with a whoosh.
A large spray of blood erupted into the air, splattering everywhere before heavily crashing to the ground.
A tall, thin figure hurried over to help one of the men up.
However, he discovered that the thick silver-white armor on him had developed a strange circular crack in a dispersing pattern, and in the center of the crack was an imprint shaped like a fist.
The man was coughing up blood from his mouth, and soon after, he completely lost all signs of life.
“Damn it! Allen is dead! It’s a master from the Great Knight!”
As he shouted loudly, the people who had been restless around them gradually came to a halt.
The rank of Great Knight itself represented the pinnacle of humanity; Knight's Pinnacle could be reached through relentless training and combat.
But the Great Knight can only break through through countless trials and tribulations; this is a gift, a symbol of strength.
Once one breaks through and becomes a Great Knight, they are essentially invincible in regular combat unless faced with an opponent of the same level or special tactics like wheel battles.
Although there are many strong individuals in this hall, there is not a single Great Knight present, and it seems they do not intend to use any other methods, as evidenced by the three people lying on the ground.
Freya lightly shook her Robe and looked with satisfaction at the two individuals sprawled on the floor.
The two Knight's Pinnacle only needed one strike to achieve one death and one serious injury; their physical prowess is nearly comparable to that of some powerful Demonized Creatures.
Moreover, she had not even used her strongest swordsmanship, merely employing a bit of Stiletto's stacking techniques.
That kind of attack method can penetrate through outer armor directly to the flesh, making it impossible to actively defend against; one can only endure it with their physical constitution.
Observing the expressions of everyone in the hall, Freya spoke again.
"Alright, then, can someone tell me where the person in charge here is?"
Upon hearing Freya's somewhat cold voice, everyone exchanged glances for a long time. Finally, a young man dressed in Black Leather Armor with two spikes hanging from his waist stepped forward.
"We don't have a person in charge here, only a Boss. If you're looking for him, someone has already gone to notify him."
His voice was very magnetic and pleasant to hear. His short chestnut hair gave him a cold demeanor, and he was quite handsome.
"Is that so?"
Freya glanced at the man, and through his aura, she could sense that he was one of the strongest individuals in the entire hall, almost on the verge of becoming a Great Knight.
"Yes."
He nodded, his gaze landing on Freya's youthful face, and he offered a somewhat friendly smile.
"My name is Lysanth. May I ask which Great Knight you are, and what brings you here?"
"You want to know?"
Freya raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in her eyes.
"Of course," he began to speak.
Suddenly, Freya reached out sharply to the left, and then her palm clenched tightly before she forcefully struck the ground.
'Boom!!'
A humanoid crack appeared on the stone-paved floor along with a small amount of blood.
Then a dark figure slowly emerged, its eyes rolled back, seemingly unconscious.
Meanwhile, the man who had been speaking began to dissipate like smoke.
This sudden turn of events caused some commotion among those nearby; some bolder individuals even began to cautiously move toward a hidden passage beside them, attempting to escape.
Freya calmly looked at the unconscious man beneath her, kicked him over, and then pulled out a black Humanoid Stone Sculpture from behind him.
The Humanoid Stone Sculpture is a figure wearing a smiling mask, but it is unclear whether it was originally there or if Freya accidentally harmed it earlier. A fine crack has appeared on the top of the stone sculpture, from which black smoke is continuously rising.
"This is a Cursed Item from Substitute Witchcraft, a low-quality product that can be activated without mental power. Coming here was indeed the right choice."
After playing with the sculpture for a moment, Freya squeezed it hard, and the stone turned into a mass of Black Powder that flowed out through the gaps in her palm.
She glanced around at the crowd, who were showing signs of retreat, and casually pointed to the tall, thin man who had spoken earlier.
"You, come here!"
At her gesture, the man froze in place, beads of cold sweat gradually appearing on his forehead.
"Yes."
He nodded with some trembling and slowly walked toward Freya.
"Tell me the origin of these items. If I am satisfied, I will let you leave."
Hearing Freya's words, the man showed a troubled expression and pointed to the person on the ground.
"This gentleman has items like this. I have no authority to know more; all I know is that Lord Lais has already been dealt with by you."
Freya glanced down at the completely unconscious individual and frowned slightly.
"What about your Boss? When will he arrive?"
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"It should be back soon; it's not far from where he lives."
"Mm."
Freya gently nodded and then stood still.
The others did not dare to leave without her consent, and for a moment, the entire hall was eerily quiet.
About ten minutes later.
Freya, who had been standing in place, suddenly turned around to look at the hidden passage behind her, where there seemed to be faint hoofbeats.
However, given the height of the passage, riding a horse was clearly impossible.
Yet Freya revealed a hint of an inexplicable smile.
"Oh? Interesting."
Soon, the hoofbeats grew closer and more urgent.
Suddenly, a tall figure burst out from the hidden passage.
It was a strong man dressed in red armor, holding a silver machete. However, below his waist was not legs but a horse with red fur.
The horse was also clad in thick armor, and its four hooves glimmered with spots of red light, accompanied by faint fluctuations of fire element energy particles.
"This barren place actually has a Centaur Clan; how rare. No wonder the Sail Merchant Association is so secretive."
Freya looked at the half-human, half-horse creature and couldn't help but admire it slightly.
The Centaur Clan is also a type of intelligent being, born as warriors with a certain level of Spell resistance. If they possess the right aptitude, they can even be trained as Apprentice Wizards.
Freya had seen quite a few tribes of this race in Cloud City and the Dis Mountain Range, but she didn't expect to find them here as well.
However, although Freya felt curious, the originally imposing Centaur Clan man was taken aback upon seeing her. The face hidden beneath his helmet showed a hint of unease.
He quickly lowered his axe and slightly bent his body, speaking with a respectful tone.
"I didn't expect it to be Master Witch. I am Hanseter, the Boss here. I apologize for not welcoming you immediately."
Seeing such an accommodating Centaur Clan member, Freya smiled slightly.
"Hehe, it's nothing. I also didn't expect there would be Centaur Clan members in the Sail Merchant Association. Aren't most of you living in the northern Starry Wasteland? Is it possible that the true background of Sail is your clan's industry?"
"This..."
The Centaur Clan man named Hanseter glanced around at the others who still dared not leave, clearly indicating that this was confidential information not suitable for disclosure here.
Noticing his gaze, Freya waved her hand, allowing the others to leave quickly. As they departed, a few of them even took away the three people lying on the ground.
In less than two minutes, only the two of them remained in the hall.
Once she realized there were no eavesdroppers left, Hanseter slightly leaned forward and continued.
"To answer you, Master, the Sail Merchant Association does not belong to our clan; it is an industry like yours. I am merely a follower of my master."
"I understand," Freya nodded and then said, "Can you take me to meet your master?"
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Hanseter shook his head, looking somewhat troubled. "My lord hasn't moved in years, and his health is gradually declining. Your energy aura is too strong; I fear it might be overwhelming. I can notify my lord's son, who manages about half of the Sail Merchant Association, but he is currently handling some business in Sweet Country and is not a wizard. So, long-distance communication might be difficult."
"Is that so?"
Freya knew that some old wizards, whose potential had been exhausted and whose lifespans were short, would choose to return to the ordinary world to establish some influence for their descendants, ensuring that their bloodline could continue well in this world.
It seemed that Hanseter's master was one of them. However, his son was far away in Sweet Country and, according to Hanseter, was just an ordinary person—not even a knight—so he likely couldn't use any cursed items that would harm the human body.
After thinking for a moment, Freya waved her hand. "Never mind, I probably already have an idea of the nature of your association. I came here just to clarify a few things."
"Please, my lady," Hanseter said softly.
"I want to understand the sales channels and sources of your cursed items. How does that sound?" Freya asked directly.
"Regarding cursed items, with your status, there should be no problem. However, I am only responsible for the surrounding areas of Sister City. If you need information from other regions, you will need to apply to the person in charge of that area," Hanseter replied honestly.
"I understand," Freya nodded. "I just need to know if you have sold any cursed items related to the Rosenthal Family from Byron Kingdom."
"The Rosenthal Family from Byron Kingdom? Please wait a moment." After receiving Freya's information, Hanseter took out a sphere-shaped object from behind him and placed it before his eyes, murmuring a spell. Soon, a red light flickered from the object.
Freya waited quietly. In her mental perception, she sensed that this centaur had a powerful aura surpassing that of a Great Knight and was also a second-tier Apprentice Wizard.
However, given the Centaur Clan's bloodline, he would likely be limited to this point. After all, the Centaur Clan was naturally suited for physical paths. Although they could enhance their spell resistance through training as apprentices later on, it generally wouldn't be very high.
Of course, there had been wizards from the Cavalry bloodline in history, but most of their bloodlines were not very pure and were purely physical wizards. If a Centaur Clan wizard truly wanted to continue improving, they would first have to dilute their own bloodline before pursuing other paths.
Soon, Hanseter put down the items in his hands and respectfully said,
"I found it. Twenty years ago, three Cursed Items were sold by that family. Here is the catalog for your review."
He then proactively handed the Sphere item to Freya.
"Mm."
Nodding lightly, Freya took it and played with it for a moment before directly connecting with it using her mental power. Soon, a jumble of information flooded into her mind.
'Lost Ring, exchange item: lifetime management rights to Felsveil City, 00 human slaves, one vein of fine gold.'
'Shadow Ring, exchange item:'
'Belm Potential Earrings, known effect: stimulates personal potential, slightly enhances water-type witchcraft power, other effects unknown. Origin: Sarula.'
Upon seeing the last Cursed Item, Freya confirmed that this was indeed the Ice Blue Earrings she wore on her ears; she just didn't expect their origin to be a relic.
Furrowing her brows, she raised her head and tossed the item back into Hanseter's hands before asking him,
"Do you know what kind of place Sarula is, the origin of this last Cursed Item?"
"I know about that," Hanseter nodded. "That was a relic discovered by my master during a visit to Sarula. I was fortunate enough to participate in that exploration. However, later on, the relic triggered some mechanism and released some monsters, which caused my master to get injured and suffer from aftereffects that hindered his mental power from increasing. He had no choice but to come here to recuperate."
"A privately discovered relic?" Freya raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
From her speculation, this relic that could unearth the Ice Blue Earrings capable of stimulating human potential was likely a type of ancient relic.
She thought for a moment and then asked,
"When did you discover this ruin? What is its exact location?"
Hanseter pondered for a moment and replied,
"About sixty years ago. I'm sorry, but the specific location is known only to adults."
"Hehe, I understand." Freya smiled. "Don't worry, I'm just going to take a look on a personal basis. You can tell your master that I will offer him satisfactory compensation. After all, what he might care about now is probably just his bloodline, right?"
Upon hearing Freya's words, Hanseter hesitated for a moment but still picked up the communication device in his hand.
Before long, a faintly ominous aura suddenly emanated from Hanseter, a decayed presence that carried a slight chill.
Freya observed the change in the aura of the cavalry before her, revealing a peculiar expression.
"Possession-Type Sorcery."
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