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It seemed that the thing was startled by her sudden outburst. Freya instantly felt a lightness on her back, and the cold sensation around her neck vanished without a trace.
"Did it leave?" Realizing that the danger seemed to have dissipated, Freya quickly touched her neck.
Although the icy sensation had disappeared, it left two dark handprints on her neck, and as Freya gently stroked them, she felt a sharp pain akin to being pricked by needles.
The carriage surged forward under Freya's control, with the trees on either side rapidly retreating.
After a while, as she distanced herself from the wooden cabin, the strange feeling in Freya's heart slowly faded away.
Feeling the forest return to its normal state, Freya let out a heavy sigh.
Although this was not her first encounter with a Spirit, each time she felt an immense danger, as if she could die at any moment.
These entities that existed in other forms of life were known for their eerie danger. Generally, Spirits would not stray far from their own corpses before death unless they were filled with strong resentment, wandering around in search of those who harmed them based on faint memories from their past lives.
That girl must have died near the wooden cabin; it was only because she had moved far enough away that Freya was able to break free from the entanglement.
However, despite the many Spirits existing in this world, few people had actually seen them. Even wizards specializing in the Necromancy Department did not encounter them often. Yet Freya had already encountered Spirits three times since she began her journey as a wizard, which clearly exceeded the normal probability.
If it wasn't due to Freya's bad luck, then it meant she possessed some quality that attracted Spirits.
"What could it be?" Freya thought uneasily as she stroked the black handprints on her neck. Light green Energy Particles adhered to them, slowly counteracting the Negative Energy within.
"According to what I've heard, Negative Energy from the Necromancy Department often attracts Spirits. Since I study authentic Positive Energy, ordinary Spirits should not be drawn to my scent... Moreover, Spirits are generally invisible to people, yet I have vaguely seen their essence three times now. There might be something wrong with me," Freya analyzed with a slight frown.
However, the conclusion startled her. Although she had heard of people with special constitutions being able to see ghosts in her previous life, those individuals undoubtedly lived in constant fear. Some with weaker mental fortitude might even entertain suicidal thoughts. She never expected that after crossing into this world, she would possess such a constitution. And the so-called ghosts in this world were not merely frightening like those from her past life.
Freya's expression darkened.
Although it was merely a hypothesis based on analysis, she knew that the accuracy of this assumption was quite high. However, this meant that the danger she would face in the future could be far greater than that of ordinary wizards. If she wasn't careful, she might easily fall victim to some supernatural event.
"It seems that if I encounter any strange places in the future, I should avoid them whenever possible. Spirits, although they possess a certain degree of autonomy, have already detached from the Material World, and ordinary methods are basically ineffective against them. Even items infused with Positive Energy cannot effectively eliminate them... While I learned some information about such things during my time at the academy, I still don't fully understand the specifics. It's time to catch up on my studies when I return!" Freya thought to herself. Although Spirits were dangerous, wizards were not entirely ignorant about them. Once she returned to the academy, there should be methods available to address her condition, especially since Elgreen was renowned for its Negative Energy studies.
A slightly damp and cool breeze from the forest brushed against her cheeks, gradually calming her previously frightened heart. The prickling sensation at the back of her neck had lessened as she neutralized it with Positive Energy Particles.
Setting her hands down, she glanced at the empty sun above and took out some dry bread and jerky from the carriage, eating them with water.
The Sunlight Powder in her pouch had already been used up. If she encountered such situations again, she might not even have the ability to protect herself, which would be quite troublesome.
As she pondered over potential solutions, after traveling for another half hour, Freya stopped the carriage to let the horse rest for a bit and fed it some fodder.
Colt Forest was vast, but there were quite a few villages within it where people survived by hunting. Based on her journey's progress, she estimated that she would reach a village by afternoon, which meant she wouldn't have to sleep on the streets.
The horse munched on its fodder, occasionally snorting. Freya walked to the roadside, pulled up a weed, sniffed it at her nose, then discarded it. After taking a few more steps, she picked a leaf to examine before tossing it away as well.
"Indeed barren; there's nothing useful here..." Freya muttered disappointedly as she dusted off her hands.
Back when she was at the academy, even roadside weeds had a faint energy aura, and areas rich in energy boasted large patches of Magical Plants. It was nothing like here, where there was no reaction at all. Even using Saradin's method of catalyzing energy pollution would likely not succeed here.
Shaking her head, just as Freya turned to head back to the carriage,
Suddenly, a rapid sound of hoofbeats approached from afar; it sounded like a single rider moving quickly.
Freya slightly turned her gaze towards the direction of Hoofbeats.
Soon, a black stallion gradually came into Freya's view. The Black Stallion was moving quickly, and on its back lay a man dressed in white Leather Armor, his body rising and falling slightly with the horse's movement, as if he had fainted.
A strong smell of blood wafted from that direction.
Watching the galloping horse quietly, Freya gently patted her own Black Stallion, guiding it to pull the carriage slightly to the side of the road.
With a whistling sound, the Black Stallion sped past, leaving only a few drops of red liquid on the ground.
As she focused on the Black Stallion disappearing into the woods, Freya withdrew her gaze, took down the feed hanging from the horse's head, and silently returned to her seat in the carriage, lightly shaking the Reins.
After a short rest, the carriage moved forward again.
Freya did not dwell on what had just happened; after all, this was not the world of her past life. In this world, unexpected events were common—robberies and revenge killings occurred almost daily. Moreover, being in a forest meant that some fierce villagers or hunters might even play the role of bandits when encountering merchant caravans.
Furthermore, with Freya's keen eyesight, she had already noticed that the man on the horse was gravely injured. Even if she kindly intercepted the horse, it was unlikely she could save him; or perhaps he would entrust her with some strange requests, which was something she disliked the most. (To be continued)
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