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"Alright, I understand. You can go now." Freya nodded, feeling somewhat enlightened.
Wizards have always been synonymous with mystery; many ordinary people may never encounter such beings in their lifetime. Although these Sailors work on a ship related to wizards, their experiences are only slightly more than those of regular people. The Wizard Organization also maintains a level of confidentiality, so it is normal for them to be unaware.
The Sailors left, and the distant black dot slowly approached in Freya's line of sight, revealing the general outline of a port city.
Some Sailors on the deck began to busily prepare for the landing process.
About twenty minutes later, the Giant Ship finally arrived at Maya Port.
Leaning against the Gunwale, Freya looked down and noticed that the number of people boarding this time was significantly greater than when they were at Dragon Harbor.
The gangway had not yet been lowered, and the people below were quietly waiting.
Those waiting to board were dressed differently and varied in age.
She even spotted some teenagers around fourteen or fifteen years old, quietly waiting under the protection of their attendants while carrying their luggage.
As the gangway slowly descended, Freya suddenly saw some teenagers take out uniquely shaped brooches and pin them to their left chests.
"Once you get on the ship, wear the brooch; someone will recognize your identity..."
"You might encounter others with similar goals. Engage with them; it will be helpful for you..."
"When you arrive at Elgreen, you must find Lisa. Besides the letter you need to give her, she also has some of my belongings from before..."
"Your ship is the last one, so be careful not to board the wrong one..."
Freya nodded lightly, quietly listening to the elder's instructions, though her eyes reflected a thoughtful expression.
The salty sea breeze blew through the carriage window, bringing a hint of coolness as autumn approached.
Soon, the carriage stopped at the designated area for carriages at the dock.
The two of them got out of the carriage. Freya hung the Cross Sword at her waist and held her leather suitcase while gazing into the distance.
The clear sky and bright sun made for a pleasant day; the calm sea surface was tranquil, with merchant ships slowly sailing across the water, some arriving and others departing.
On the dock were piles of goods waiting to be shipped and people waiting for their vessels. A few white seabirds occasionally called out, creating a harmonious scene.
Hegel found a long bench under a tree and beckoned Freya over.
Sitting on the bench with her suitcase beside her, Freya gently tucked away her hair that had been tousled by the sea breeze. She waited quietly, feeling somewhat unusual.
The elder beside her seemed to have lost his desire to speak as well; he merely squinted at the sea, lost in thought.
In this atmosphere of silence, about ten minutes passed when a row of black fleets slowly emerged on the calm sea surface, approaching the dock.
Hegel, deep in contemplation, stood up upon seeing the black fleet.
"The fleet has arrived."
The old man's words shifted Freya's attention to the fleet on the calm sea surface.
Her good eyesight allowed her to see the general appearance of the fleet clearly. Compared to other merchant ships, these black merchant ships did not seem too different in appearance.
However, as the fleet approached quickly, a hint of surprise appeared in her eyes.
"That's so big..."
In her view, those merchant ships, which looked no different from other vessels, had an enormous size.
Like a skyscraper sailing on the sea, their scale was comparable to that of giant luxury cruise ships from her previous life.
As the fleet drew closer, the originally tranquil calm sea surface began to stir with waves. A number of seabirds circled above the fleet, chirping away.
Just as Freya was astonished by the structure of this giant ship, Hegel beside her tapped her shoulder and said,
"Stop staring; the fleet will only stay here for ten minutes. We need to hurry."
"Oh, okay."
Awakened from her surprise, Freya immediately picked up her suitcase and walked towards the dock with the old man.
The giant fleet moved quickly and soon docked.
Rows of fleet-like skyscrapers nearly cast half the dock into shadow. As soon as they arrived at the dock, the doors of the giant merchant ship opened directly, lowering the gangplank.
Workers who had been waiting for a long time rushed onto the ship as if in a rescue operation, swiftly unloading cargo.
Freya and the old man ran towards the last giant ship.
When they arrived at the location, the last ship's hatch had just opened, and the gangway was slowly lowered, bound by two thick Black Chains, landing with a thud on the dock's foundation.
Several Strong Men dressed in black Robes quickly descended from the ship, standing on either side of the entrance.
There, several elegantly dressed individuals were already waiting with their luggage. Upon seeing the gangway descend, they swiftly took out cards and handed them to the black-robed men, then lined up to walk up the gangway one by one.
There weren't many people boarding, and soon it was their turn.
Hegel also pulled out a similar golden card from his sleeve and handed it to one of the black-robed men.
Freya glanced over and noticed that what he handed over was none other than the Gold Card, symbolizing coins. The letters representing numbers on the back of the card made her gasp slightly.
As if not caring about what he had handed over, Hegel patted Freya on the back and smiled.
"Go ahead; I've told you everything you need to know. Just remember what I asked you to do."
"Mm!"
Freya nodded heavily, collected her emotions, pinned her brooch on her left chest, and then dragged her suitcase onto the Giant Ship.
Hegel watched the girl's back calmly. Without her turning around, he gently waved his hand and turned to leave.
Not noticing the old man's departure, Freya boarded the ship and saw a black-robed man distributing a black card to several people in front of her. Those who received the card immediately dispersed.
The black-robed man soon approached her, handing her a Black Card with a flat tone.
"This is your room key card. Stick it on the door lock to open it. Be careful not to lose it; otherwise, you'll have to compensate for it. Food is fully provided; just call if you need anything. Your destination has already been recorded; you will be notified upon arrival. Is there anything you don't understand?"
"Mm, I understand."
Freya looked at the number on the sign in her hand and nodded.
Seeing Freya nod, the man in the black robe was about to turn and leave when an elderly man dressed in a green robe slowly walked in through the still-open hatch.
The old man held a black leather suitcase in his left hand and leaned on a brown staff with his right. His unkempt white hair fell loosely around him, but his aged face bore a pair of bright brown eyes.
The black-robed man, who was just about to leave, changed his expression slightly upon seeing the old man. He quickly approached him, his demeanor becoming exceptionally respectful as he took out a red card from his waist.
“Sir, this is your room key…”
“Leave.”
Before the man could finish, the Green-Robed Elder waved his hand to interrupt him and walked past, leaning on his staff. As he passed by Freya, he paused for a moment, glancing at the pin on her chest.
“I didn’t expect to find someone with talent here… truly rare…”
He murmured softly, just loud enough for Freya to hear.
She immediately understood that the elderly man might also be someone closely related to wizards. However, before she could decide what to do, the old man turned and walked away with a somewhat unsteady gait.
Watching the old man gradually disappear around the corner, Freya's gaze flickered, but ultimately she did not take any action.
According to Hegel's earlier instructions, anyone associated with wizards was inherently shrouded in various mysteries. If they had no malicious intent, that would be fine; if they did, one might not even know how they would meet their end.
And she had no need to take chances for someone who might not even be considered an opportunity.
Creaking sounds echoed as the gangway behind her was slowly pulled back by chains, and the ship began to depart from the dock.
Freya stood still and looked around.
"Let's find the room first before anything else," she thought, dragging her suitcase towards the location indicated on the Black Card.
The slight rocking of the ship on the Calm Sea Surface did not cause her any discomfort. Soon, she found her room at a corner on the third deck.
Following the instructions of the figure in the black robe, she pressed the black card against the door lock. With a soft 'click', the door swung open.
The room was dark, so she took out a White Light Stone from her waist. The white light instantly illuminated the entire room.
Freya set down her suitcase and casually surveyed her surroundings.
The room was spacious, featuring a redwood bed, two high-back chairs also made of redwood, and a desk adorned with tea sets and an oil lamp for lighting. In the back, there was a bookshelf lined with rows of books.
Freya glanced over and noticed that most of them appeared to be biographies, likely placed there to pass the time.
Additionally, she discovered that this room had a partition. When she gently opened it, she found a private bathroom for toilet and bathing purposes.
With such decor and facilities, if it weren't for the absence of any electrical appliances, she might have thought she had returned to that familiar world.
"No wonder the ticket price is Thirty Thousand Gold Coins... The treatment is indeed different," Freya murmured somewhat speechlessly.
She walked to the window and pulled back the curtains. Sunlight streamed through the round porthole, casting a warm glow in the room.
She could faintly hear the sound of waves outside the window.
Now that she had just boarded the ship and was unfamiliar with her surroundings, she had no desire to wander around. Instead, she decided to take out her Meditation Manual from her suitcase and prepare for meditation.
Currently, after several rounds of training, she can already imagine twelve mysterious runes. According to the Meditation Manual, if one meditates to produce fifteen runes while reaching the Second-Class Apprentice physique, they can easily learn to control a strand of Energy Particles to enter their body, thereby achieving a change in physique.
However, even if she hasn't reached that level yet, being able to meditate and produce twelve runes allows her to clearly feel her body slowly changing. This subtle transformation seems to enhance her physique and energy perception. She vaguely senses that her current strength is steadily progressing towards the high level of Knight's Pinnacle.
Yet, she wonders if this enhancement could directly allow her to break through her limits and advance to Great Knight... It is known that the power of a Great Knight has reached an inhuman level, where ordinary weapons like bows and arrows are practically ignored. Unless one uses sheer numbers to overwhelm them or faces another Great Knight of equal rank, it is very difficult to kill such powerful beings.
"If this change in physique is common, do wizards also possess such terrifying physiques?"
Sitting on a soft bed, Freya closed her eyes and entered a meditative state while randomly pondering these thoughts, soon transitioning into formal meditation.
...
Life at sea is quite dull; after the novelty wears off, there isn't much interesting left.
For the next few days, aside from meditating and reading in her room, she spent time honing her swordsmanship in the training room on the ship to continuously improve her strength.
The people who boarded the ship with her were mostly absent; she would occasionally encounter one or two in the cabin, but most were locked away in their rooms doing who knows what.
This kind of life continued until the fifth day.
Azure Sky, with a few white clouds drifting lazily.
Wearing a red dress, Freya stood by the gunwale, quietly gazing at the undulating calm sea surface.
The strong sea breeze blew her golden hair back. Her hermit-like lifestyle had left her face somewhat pale, so she decided to come outside for some fresh air and sunlight.
On the deck, only a few ordinary sailors were busy with their tasks.
The giant ship moved swiftly through the water, with waves crashing against its hull and producing rhythmic sounds. Freya estimated that this ship must have some unknown power system; otherwise, it would be impossible for such a large vessel to be propelled by the technology of this world.
Originally, there was a row of ships in the Fleet, but now only the one she was on remained due to differing destinations.
The vast ocean, while magnificent, could also lead to aesthetic fatigue after a long gaze, and the damp sea breeze had made her dress slightly wet. Just as Freya was about to return to the cabin, a small black dot appeared on the horizon.
As the ship sailed swiftly, the black dot gradually grew larger.
The Giant Ship's course was clearly heading in that direction.
She squinted slightly and waved to an ordinary Sailor not far from her.
The Sailor, caught off guard by the sudden call, paused for a moment. Upon noticing the brooch on Freya's chest, his expression changed, and he quickly ran over to her.
"What is that? Are we heading there?" Freya pointed at the distant black dot and asked.
"Milady, that is Maya Port, our destination for today. We will be staying at that port for about ten minutes to pick up some people."
"Maya Port?" Freya curiously looked at the approaching port and thought for a moment. "If I'm not mistaken, this Maya Port belongs to Baili Kingdom, right?"
"Indeed, Milady, you are quite knowledgeable."
Hearing the Sailor's confirmation, Freya frowned slightly. The distance between Baili Kingdom and Rudin had already crossed several large nations; she hadn't expected they had traveled so far in such a short time.
After pondering for a moment, she continued to ask the Sailor, "Do you know when we will reach Elgreen's territory?"
"Elgreen?" The Sailor scratched his head and replied, "I... haven't heard of that place..."
"You haven't heard of it?" Freya raised an eyebrow; she distinctly remembered that the destination of the man in the black robe had been recorded when she boarded.
"...Milady, your location might be one of those secret places. I'm just an ordinary person... However, even though I don't know, the black-robed gentlemen on board surely do. If you don't mind, you can ask them," the Sailor quickly responded upon seeing Freya's expression.
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