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However, since Deng Liwei sent their group to the manor last night, no one from Chabrol has appeared again, except for a few servants.
It seems they won't be seen again when they leave.
After dinner, Freya chose not to go out but instead practiced her swordsmanship with Eric, teaching him some techniques along the way.
In the open space of the manor, Eric, dressed in black swordsman attire, was seriously swinging his Cross Sword, while Freya stood nearby with her arms crossed, watching.
Unknowingly, this seemingly useless boy had gradually begun to show some skill, and he could inflict some damage with the Cross Sword now.
From her perspective, Eric was progressing toward becoming a true warrior.
Moreover, with her guidance along with that of Baron and Howard Bailey, his swordsmanship was more refined than others, and his progress was evident.
On the second day of their stay in Daqier City, in the morning,
Freya watched as Baron and two other Guards led most of the warhorses and carriages out of the manor.
Although some ships offered services for transporting horses, the costs were prohibitively expensive. For them at this moment, every bit of money counted, and they needed to save as much as possible until they reached their destination.
"I wonder how father will decide to live when we get to sister's place," Freya sighed lightly.
Leaving Green Castle meant losing their source of income, which was undoubtedly a significant challenge for Baron and his group, who only knew how to kill and fight.
However, she heard that while Dragon Harbor was prosperous, it was also not peaceful.
"Listen, in some places there are Mercenaries who take on tasks or engage in combat; perhaps there might be some in Dragon Harbor."
But all these decisions needed to be made by Baron.
Not long after Baron left, Nick and Damsdin also went out with two others.
By the time they returned to Moonlit Manor, it was nearly noon.
At this moment, apart from Eric and Damsdin in the manor, everyone else seemed to have disappeared.
Baron and Howard Bailey appeared not to have returned yet.
After greeting the two, Freya went straight back to her bedroom.
She planned to keep what had happened today to herself. Although it had drawn some attention, it was not anything particularly special. In a couple of days, they would be leaving here, and it was likely that they would never have any connection with Daqier City again.
The simple room was not overly fancy; it was neat and clean, a standard guest room.
Pulling a chair over to sit at the table, Freya took out the items she had bought on the street during her outing.
A few marble-sized White Light Stones, a pair of gauntlets, four slender throwing knives with a case for them, and an incense stick designed to enhance focus.
These were ordinary items; aside from the gauntlets and throwing knives being a bit expensive, the rest were quite cheap. If she hadn’t been short on money before her trip, she might have bought a few more things.
She put on the gauntlets and picked up the Cross Sword resting nearby. She swung it lightly to feel the effective friction between the gauntlets and the sword hilt. Satisfied, she nodded; it seemed that what the Boss said was likely true.
The throwing knives were something Freya had deliberately purchased. Although her strength had reached Knight Level, her inherent weakness was quite evident—she lacked power.
Dealing with ordinary warriors might be sufficient, but if she encountered some defensive experts, she could be directly countered.
Stilettos were powerful but primarily trained agility and flexibility; their main lethality came from the weapon itself.
However, in this era, a good weapon was hard to come by. If Freya were not an Agile Type knight but rather a strength type, she might need to change weapons after every battle.
Thus, she bought four throwing knives as another trump card besides her concealed short sword.
After all, no matter how much one trained their overall defense, some vulnerable areas would always remain weak. If a throwing knife were suddenly shot during an intense confrontation, the consequences were easy to imagine.
Moreover, these throwing knives could be used not only for ambushes but also for pursuit.
Last time, if it weren't for Baron stopping the fleeing imperial soldiers, things could have gotten serious. This was also one of the reasons why Freya made the purchase.
She strapped the throwing knives to her wrist and covered them with her sleeve, making it impossible to tell from the outside what was underneath.
Casually playing with the items she had bought, lunchtime soon arrived.
She walked slowly to the dining room.
Freya saw that Baron and Howard Bailey had already returned and were talking at the table.
Aside from the two of them, most others had also arrived.
Noticing her approach, Baron raised his head and gestured for her to sit down. He then glanced at everyone present and said, "Bailey and I have nearly completed all the necessary procedures. We should be able to set sail by mid-afternoon. If you have any matters to attend to, please try to finish them during this time."
His deep voice resonated in everyone's ears. Even after leaving Green Castle, Baron still carried his unique authority.
After seeing a couple of people nod in response, Baron's gaze turned to Nick, who was sitting on one side.
"Nick, tomorrow you and Damsdin should take two people to procure some supplies for our voyage. I'll head to the second-hand market to sell off some unused horses and carts. Is that alright?"
"Absolutely!"
"Alright, everyone, let's eat."
After giving this simple instruction, Baron picked up his knife and fork and lightly tapped them on the table as a signal.
The sound of sparse eating filled the air.
Freya lowered her head and ate her food. The early departure time indicated that the Shabrol Family indeed held considerable influence in Daqier City. Just a simple act of assistance could lead to such treatment; they were quite satisfied with it.
She borrowed some books from the servants of the manor and found some of them boring to read.
After about an hour, she finished all the books.
For her current mind, simple books really did not leave much room for thought; her strong learning ability allowed her to tackle even complex subjects with ease.
With the intelligence level she once had in the world, her current IQ was definitely above average.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to reach Knight Level in such a short time.
Putting down the book in her hands, Freya looked up at the sky. A seagull flew across the white clouds, and in the distance, she could hear Eric and Howard Bailey practicing swordplay in the open area.
Just as she was considering whether to go watch Eric, the door of the manor was suddenly burst open.
A bloodied Guard rushed in.
Upon seeing Freya sitting there, a look of terror crossed his face, and he stumbled, collapsing to the ground.
"Sister! Sister! Something has happened!"
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