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"Gold coins?!" The burly man rummaged through his bag and his eyes lit up. He slightly grinned, revealing his half-black, half-yellow teeth.
He pulled out the gold coin that Freya had given him earlier, held it up to his eyes to inspect it from different angles, then bit down on it to confirm its authenticity.
"You don't even have money! What is this?! Damn it! You think you can fool me!"
Bang!
The burly man, grinning maliciously, kicked the woman in the stomach with great force, causing her body to bend in pain.
However, just as he was about to kick her again, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from his left. A sharp pain shot through his nose and mouth, and a large spurt of blood erupted from his nose.
The sudden turn of events left the few people standing nearby stunned, staring blankly as Freya slowly retracted her right hand.
The burly man who had been slapped by Freya covered his bleeding mouth, looking at the girl in front of him with shock.
The gang members behind him finally reacted upon seeing their leader being attacked. They glared fiercely and slowly drew out knives or axes from their waists, the atmosphere becoming tense.
One of the gang members at the front pointed an axe with a sharp tip at Freya and spoke threateningly, "You dare to—"
Bang!
Before he could finish his sentence, his body flew backward and crashed against the wall with a thud, even bending the axe in his hand.
This time, the others didn't even catch a glimpse of her movement.
Freya stood expressionless in place, glancing at the thug sliding down the wall with his eyes rolled back. Her voice was chillingly cold.
"Give you three seconds to leave immediately, or choose to lie down."
The invisible Mental Field combined with her current emotions made the previously fierce-looking thugs look as if they had seen a ghost when they faced Freya.
Even the burly man who had just been slapped immediately scrambled out of the inn, not even uttering his usual threats.
Freya watched as they disappeared from sight, not paying any attention to the woman lying on the ground. She turned and headed back to her room on the second floor.
She was not a good person; she acted on a whim regarding this matter. Although she felt a slight sympathy for the woman, her main annoyance stemmed from the ruckus caused by those thugs. If she were to investigate the source of that gold coin, it would inevitably lead back to her. So she decided to take action first. Moreover, while using Mental Field to intimidate them, she had already placed some things on those individuals, cutting off any potential paths for retaliation.
Back in her room, Freya tidied up her belongings before entering meditation, raising both her mind and body to their peak state. If nothing unexpected happened, she might be able to enter this area's Wizard's Realm tomorrow.
'Since ordinary people can harvest Bamboo Grass, it seems that this Wizard's Realm is at least not of the lowest tier. Even if it doesn't contain what I need, there should be materials of equivalent value that I can trade with some people in the academy.'
Although she was meditating, Freya felt a slight sense of anticipation. This was crucial for her ability to successfully obtain resources for the Promotion Array. If she missed this opportunity, who knew when the next one would come.
A night passed without incident.
On the second morning, just as dawn broke, there came a crisp knock at the door.
'Knock knock knock.'
Freya set down her breakfast and took a sip of broth. Wiping her mouth with a white silk handkerchief, she said,
"Come in."
Hearing her voice, a tall and thin young man dressed in gray linen entered cautiously; it was Tom from yesterday.
Freya had long anticipated the arrival of the person, gently pushing the utensils on the table aside. She stood up and looked at his trembling expression, speaking calmly.
"You remember what I asked you about yesterday, right?"
"Yes, yes... I remember," Tom hurriedly replied. Although the girl in front of him appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, he would certainly not forget what happened yesterday, especially those captivating blue eyes. Even if he wasn't particularly sharp-witted, he could tell that the girl before him was extraordinary.
"Good." Freya looked at the perceptive young man and nodded in satisfaction. "Then I won't have to repeat myself. Now, I want you to take me to the place I asked about yesterday. If we can find it, I won't charge you for your treatment. If we can't find it... you understand."
"Understood! I understand!" Before Freya could finish her sentence, he immediately nodded vigorously.
"Alright!" Seeing his frightened demeanor, Freya frowned slightly and scolded, "Now, let's go!"
"Yes." This time he didn't repeat her words but quickly turned around. Freya glanced around the room before closing the door behind her and following closely.
As they descended the stairs, the innkeeper's wife downstairs seemed to be picking vegetables. Upon seeing them come down, her expression changed slightly, and she immediately lowered her head.
It seemed she was quite fearful of Freya, who had saved her yesterday, likely afraid of some form of retribution.
Freya had no intention of acknowledging the woman's attitude; she merely cast a faint glance at her before walking straight out of the inn.
Outside the town, the streets were empty. The houses on either side faintly echoed with the sounds of even breathing from those asleep inside. The sky still held a hint of blue-gray, with faint starlight visible.
The two walked in silence, Tom leading the way as he was very familiar with this forest. As soon as they stepped outside the town, he turned towards a path by the roadside.
Quietly following behind him, Freya looked around at the forest environment. The black leather boots she wore crunched on the decaying leaves beneath her feet, leaving deep footprints behind.
The deep forest was shrouded by leaves overhead, and a faint odor of decay filled the air. Freya gently brushed aside a branch that was blocking her path and frowned slightly.
This seems to be a path that Tom has discovered on his own. Aside from some signs of chopping, this path is similar to the environment of other forests. Importantly, it deviates somewhat from the route she had previously inferred from her research.
As time passed, Freya looked around and became increasingly puzzled because this path had completely strayed from the route she had envisioned in her mind.
“Tom, are you sure this is the right way?” she suddenly asked.
“Eh?” Startled by Freya's voice, he seemed taken aback but quickly composed himself and said, “Yes, my lady, I confirm this is the path. Look at these marks; they are all made by me.”
“Is that so?” Freya casually touched a large tree they passed by, then quickly withdrew her hand and said expressionlessly, “Continue leading the way.”
Watching Tom turn around and walk ahead again, Freya lightly rubbed her fingers together. She had sensed the Energy Particles of the plants nearby and found that their activity level was indeed higher than usual. However, it was still far from some resource-rich areas, but it confirmed that this path was correct.
‘Perhaps the data isn't particularly accurate,’ Freya thought with confusion.
As time went on, after about another twenty minutes of walking, a black stone circular Watchtower gradually appeared in the distance among the trees.
However, the area around the Watchtower was entwined with twisted green vines, and there was a patch of green Moss on the wooden top of the Watchtower, which looked like it had been abandoned for a long time.
“My lady, this is the Jungle Watchtower,” Tom, who had been walking, pointed at the tall Watchtower and said, “Not far to the south of the Watchtower is where I first harvested that type of plant for you; it's also a place where I often gather herbs.”
Following his finger, Freya looked south of the Watchtower. To her surprise, there was a rare clearing in the dense forest, with a faint bitter scent wafting from there.
However, Freya felt an unusual sticky unreality in that clearing, which made her immediately Understand that this might be a defensive barrier beyond the secret realm.
“Do you often find bamboo-like plants here?” Freya asked Tom as she walked.
“Not often; I only see them occasionally. Although those plants look a bit strange, they are surprisingly effective for treating wounds, which is why I pay attention to them,” Tom respectfully explained.
Hearing his words, Freya raised an eyebrow. Although Bamboo Grass has coagulating properties, it is indeed a type of Negative Energy Magical Plant. Generally, such materials are used in the production of corrosive liquids. A small amount may be fine, but excessive application on a wound will not only fail to stop the bleeding but can also cause the wound to fester and bleed uncontrollably.
"How long have you been gathering herbs here? Have you encountered anything strange?" After a moment of thought, Freya asked.
"About half a year, and I haven't encountered anything unusual."
"Nothing at all?" As they approached, Freya frowned slightly, noticing that the stickiness on the ground was becoming increasingly apparent. She could now distinctly feel a faint repulsive force in her current position, as if some elusive Energy Particles were pushing against her.
However, Tom, who was walking ahead, seemed completely unaffected, showing no signs of disturbance.
Five minutes later.
'Crack!'
Freya stepped onto the edge of the clearing, leaving a clear footprint deeply pressed into the ground. A layer of light Azure energy swirled around her feet. Although her expression remained neutral, she was secretly exerting herself. As she got closer to the clearing, the repulsive force gradually increased to the point where she had to exert some effort just to walk normally.
Meanwhile, Tom appeared completely unaffected as he ran toward the clearing. After searching for a while among a cluster of plants resembling long ears, he pulled out a section of black bamboo-like plant. (To be continued...)
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