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However, aside from these two aftereffects, no other characteristics have been discovered for the time being.
The particles in her line of sight were manageable, but the sensation in her chest required her to keep it suppressed; otherwise, it would lead to a phenomenon similar to losing emotional control.
Fortunately, Freya was naturally calm and composed. Although controlling her emotions was somewhat troublesome, it wasn't particularly difficult for her.
However, to avoid suspicion, she had been acting even more indifferent than usual during this period.
Glancing back, Baron and the Guard had already prepared the ceremonial items and were just waiting for the ship to dock.
During the fifteen days at sea, Damsdin and the other three had shown significant improvement in their injuries with the help of the Ghostface Fish. They could at least move around without any issues. Of course, she hadn't eaten any of that fish; she had only consumed a few bowls of soup.
Baron squinted at the increasingly close harbor, lost in thought.
The others, including Eric, appeared energetic and curious about the approaching city.
Fifteen tedious days at sea had worn this group out, and they seemed eager to disembark.
Soon, after fifteen minutes.
The sailboat finally docked.
The anchor was dropped, and the Sailors skillfully laid down a long plank to connect to the dock.
Amidst cheers, everyone who had been cooped up for fifteen days hurriedly disembarked.
With a crisp sound of boots hitting the stone pavement, Freya was the last to step off the ship, her eyes curiously scanning her surroundings.
Baron clapped his hands to calm the excited crowd and pointed to the ceremonial items on the ground, giving instructions.
"I'll take two people to rent a carriage. You all stay here and keep an eye on the luggage, don't wander around. Dragon Harbor may be the most prosperous city, but it's not as safe as Daqier, so be careful! Now, who is willing to come with me?"
"I will go!" Eric, dressed in the same swordsman outfit as Freya, looked excitedly at Baron.
During this time, his relationship with Baron had improved significantly, perhaps even more harmonious than with Freya.
Moreover, ever since the fall of Green Castle, Eric had been secretly working hard. His once frail body had developed some muscle, and his personality had transformed from dark to much brighter. He had also developed a good relationship with Nick.
Baron noted the significant change in his son and nodded.
"Alright, besides Eric, who else will come along?"
"I'll go too," a young Guard raised his hand.
"Okay, everyone else stay here and wait for us. We'll be back in half an hour!" Baron announced loudly after scanning the crowd.
"Yes!"
After receiving the response, the three quickly disappeared into the crowd.
The remaining people stood around somewhat bored. Howard Bailey was chatting with Damsdin, while Freya had no mood to engage with anyone else.
She was feeling a bit overwhelmed while looking around.
Just from the port area, it was clear that this city was much cleaner than others. The sounds of vendors calling out could be heard everywhere; it truly was a gathering place for merchants.
The people here were also diverse. Freya even saw three halflings who were only as tall as her legs walk past her. If it weren't for their adult faces, one might mistake them for three children walking together.
Such races that couldn't be seen in Byron Kingdom were present here, although most were primarily from the Sea Tribe and humans.
Stalls and shops were everywhere, filled with a sense of novelty.
"I wonder if this place, which claims to have everything for sale, has what I need," Freya murmured, narrowing her eyes slightly.
Although Dragon Harbor was a prosperous city, it had relatively loose security for trade.
A dozen guards, seemingly tough with weapons in hand, surrounded the luggage without drawing much attention. Instead, it was Freya, dressed in a swordsman's outfit with a cold expression, who caught the gaze of a few passersby.
Perhaps due to the suppressed tension in her chest, her entire demeanor resembled that of solid ice; even those walking by could sense a faint aura of danger emanating from her.
Aside from those familiar with her, like Baron and others, some who were not very close to her felt an increasing sense of indifference from Sister Freya.
A few soldiers patrolling the port glanced at her with mild curiosity. Although Freya was simply standing quietly at that moment, they instinctively tightened their grips on their weapons at their waists just in case.
This kind of gaze, as if she were a dangerous person, made her frown slightly. However, she knew that her current state was drawing unnecessary attention, which she couldn't resolve due to lingering effects.
But this state was soon disrupted by the returning Baron.
Twenty minutes later.
Two rented yellow carriages slowly approached from a distance. The front carriage was driven by an unfamiliar coachman, with Eric beside him, while Baron and another person occupied the rear carriage.
Eric noticed Freya looking over and waved with a smile.
Soon, the carriage stopped next to the luggage. The guards loaded everything into the carriage, and Freya directly sat in the carriage where Baron was.
All the way, the carriage swayed gently as it traveled.
By the window, Freya quietly observed this unfamiliar city. Large shops filled her vision, showcasing various items both seen and unseen before, creating a dazzling illusion for her.
The pedestrians on the road were not all ordinary people; among the five, two were armed, and their strengths varied. It was clear that this city was not merely a commercial hub.
However, after observing for a while, many shops had appeared, but there was no bookstore or similar establishment in sight, which made Freya frown slightly.
In Byron, books were precious commodities; only those with power or wealth could acquire knowledge. She had hoped things would be better here, but it seemed to be quite similar to Byron.
Her aftereffects were worsening daily, and if she didn't find a solution soon, she would eventually be unable to hold it in. Her only option now was to research information about Cursed Items to find a way to resolve her situation, but it felt increasingly frustrating.
After thinking for a moment, she leaned forward and asked Baron, who was driving.
"Father, do you know if there is a library or something like that around here?"
"A library?" Baron turned his head and replied. "All the books are concentrated in the academy; there are no libraries elsewhere. Rudin is even stricter in this regard than Byron, and the academy operates in a semi-closed state. Only students of the academy are allowed inside."
"Semi-closed...?" Freya frowned slightly and pondered as she returned to the carriage.
'If everything is at the academy, then it's going to be difficult. I just arrived in this city and have no time to visit any academy without helping my father establish himself first. This is really...'
Just as Freya was feeling troubled, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of a large white estate.
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