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"Indeed, once mental power enters a stagnation period and activity is limited, it will have a certain impact." Saradin nodded knowingly and continued, "Since that's the case, I'll give you all the information from that area. However, it's a pity that you only have these two fragments of the map. If they were complete, we might be able to pinpoint the exact location of the secret realm, which would save us the trouble of searching."
"Well, I happened to find these two fragments at the academy. I didn't have much hope for them, but unexpectedly, there was something," Freya casually told a lie.
"That is your luck," Saradin said as he stood up. "Wait here for a moment; I'll go find the rest of the materials for you."
"Okay." Freya smiled and nodded, watching Saradin's figure walk into the room behind the garden.
Her fingers lightly tapped on the round table as Freya squinted her eyes and took another sip of her drink. Her azure blue eyes looked through the glass overhead at the sky, with white clouds reflecting in her pupils, giving a sense of being drawn in.
Her mental power was nearing its peak now, and a faint energy Force Field was beginning to slowly gather around her. Once she reached the peak of Third Rank, this Force Field would solidify completely, becoming something akin to a tactile sensation beyond the physical body, belonging solely to the realm of the mind.
This Force Field would allow her to perceive her surroundings more easily and transmit her emotions in a manner similar to mental pollution. If an ordinary person with weak mental strength were swept by this Force Field, they could be indirectly hypnotized to some extent. It was a convenient ability and also a symbol of gradually distancing herself from ordinary people.
Quietly feeling the vague information reflected by that faint Force Field, Freya pondered her current situation.
Her mental power had been steadily increasing, and during this time she had integrated all her Basic Knowledge into nearly perfect spellcasting formulas. She believed that even if a Great Scholar could see through her casting methods, they wouldn't be able to dismantle them immediately. After all, these formulas involved not only various knowledge from this world but also imaginative ideas from her previous life. This represented a cultural difference between worlds, not merely an individual's thoughts.
"What I lack now in my spellcasting formulas is only something related to Empowerment Spell. If I gain anything from this, then all that's left is to find a suitable defensive Spell."
She was about to turn seventeen soon. If she didn't fully collect everything needed for promotion before turning eighteen, her chances of advancing to Official Wizard would significantly diminish.
She was just an ordinary human and not one of those special existences from the Elk Wizard Family. Once she passed eighteen, both her body and mind would begin to stabilize slowly. Her potential would stagnate as well, and advancing to Official Wizard was key to breaking these shackles.
Although it seemed like there was still plenty of time, Freya still felt a subtle pressure pushing her forward.
'Thud.'
A large stack of documents was placed on the round table by Saradin.
"Here is all the information," Saradin said as he gently patted the half-meter thick stack of documents.
"Is this everything?" Freya tilted her head and stood up from the chair.
"Yes, that's right. This contains all the records from the past hundred years."
"Thank you." Freya smiled as she organized the extensive materials. Even Saradin would need to put in considerable effort for this.
"It's no problem. I'm curious about what valuable information might be there. However, we need to leave someone here to guard the villa; otherwise, I would join you," Saradin waved his hand.
"Well then, I'll head back now," Freya said lightly as she picked up the half-meter-thick stack of documents.
"Remember to let me know when you leave; it counts as an investment in you," Saradin said earnestly.
"Of course," Freya replied with equal seriousness.
Leaving Saradin's private garden, Freya did not linger and went straight back to her room.
In addition to organizing the materials in her hands, she needed to prepare further in advance. After all, it was once a stronghold of the Wizard Organization. Although a hundred years had passed, who knew if there would still be dangers lurking there?
As for the matters concerning the Blue Eagle Nest, it was evident that the Mercenary Guild incident was closely related to her, but it seemed that any revenge had already been diverted elsewhere.
...
Three days later, on a morning at the eastern gate of Katia City, a convoy was leaving the city. A Black Carriage quietly departed Katia City, heading towards Colt Forest.
The cool morning breeze gently rustled the trees along the roadside. Holding the Reins, Freya lightly gathered her long hair by her ears and gazed straight ahead.
There were many carriages on the road out of the city, creating a bit of noise. However, as they turned onto several side roads, the number of carriages gradually decreased until only Freya's carriage remained on the road.
As the journey progressed, the trees along the road began to increase in number, with large clusters of trees appearing in the view, while the originally wide road gradually became narrower.
The wheels of the carriage rolled over the somewhat uneven road, causing Freya's figure to sway from side to side.
She had completely released the reins and was now using magic to guide the horses forward on their own. At that moment, Freya was half-reclining against the side of the carriage, curiously playing with a Purple Waist Pouch.
This pouch had been given to her by Saradin before they set off in the morning.
Inside, there were very few items—only six purple seeds and a few test tubes containing Transparent Liquid.
However, Freya understood the significance of these items.
Carefully, Freya took one of the purple seeds from the pouch and placed it in her palm. The round seed was about the size of a peanut, cool to the touch, but she could clearly sense a strong energy emanating from within it, giving her the illusion that it might explode if she squeezed it lightly.
However, in a certain sense, if Freya were to casually throw this seed away right now, although it wouldn't explode, something even more terrifying than an explosion would occur.
This was why Saradin had specifically instructed her when handing over the pouch: unless an unavoidable situation arose, it was best not to use these items. Their effect was all-encompassing and did not distinguish between friend and foe. Once used, she would have to immediately apply the Transparent Liquid from the test tubes all over her body; otherwise, she would also be subjected to its attack. (To be continued)
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