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The group of soldiers entered the inn, their searching gazes scanning the entire place.
The soldier at the front surveyed the area and, upon seeing Freya, his pupils slightly constricted, and his body tensed up imperceptibly.
"Oh? Knight's Pinnacle?" Noticing the soldier's physical state, Freya turned around, narrowing her eyes slightly in surprise.
However, the soldier immediately turned his head away from Freya's gaze and shouted, "Alright, alright, there's nothing here. Move on to the next area!"
"Yes!" The other soldiers responded in unison. Under his command, they hesitated not and promptly turned to leave the inn they had just entered.
The soldier at the front lingered at the back. As he exited the inn, he discreetly glanced at Freya and gave a slight nod.
Seeing his concealed action, Freya slowly retracted her Mental Field once everyone had completely left.
"Not bad, quite self-aware," she nodded in satisfaction. After settling her bill, Freya also left the inn.
Outside, a servant from the inn was holding her Black Carriage and waiting. Upon seeing Freya emerge, he immediately bowed in greeting.
Taking the Reins from him and placing her luggage back into the carriage, Freya gently tugged on the Reins as the carriage that had been stationary for a night began to move again.
With a white badge at his waist, the City Gate soldiers did not dare to stop her as she smoothly exited the city.
...
Two hours later.
On the wide road leading to Katia City.
The midday sky was somewhat gloomy, with dark gray clouds overhead creating a heavy sense of melancholy.
The air was somewhat muggy, as if brewing a thunderstorm.
In the distance, a Black Carriage quietly traveled down the road. As it approached, the wheels of the carriage rolled along, producing a rumbling sound.
Feeling the slightly oppressive air, Freya looked up at the sky and then flicked the Reins. The carriage, which had been moving at a steady pace, immediately sped up a bit.
A raindrop splashed onto the road where the carriage passed, making a crisp sound. Before long, heavy rain began to pour down in sheets.
Thunder rumbled and lightning streaked across the sky.
A torrent of rain pounded against the carriage, soaking half of Freya's body.
The brown Leather Armor clung uncomfortably to her skin. In front of her, the rain hitting the ground created a misty effect, and the air was filled with a faint earthy smell.
She casually wiped the rain from her face, clearing her vision significantly.
After about ten minutes of travel, a black wall and city gate appeared in the distance.
"Finally back!" Freya murmured as she gazed at the gate.
Although she had only been away for a short time, returning here still stirred a slight sentiment within her.
The carriage continued without pause, heading straight toward Elglen's Villa.
Navigating through familiar streets, half an hour later.
The carriage finally drove into a magnificent villa.
At this time, there were not many people outside the villa. Some were studying in classrooms, while others walked through the villa's corridors. When they saw Freya driving the carriage, the Apprentice Wizards in their gray robes were momentarily taken aback. Then, they showed respectful expressions, bowing from a distance, and Freya nodded lightly in response.
Five minutes later.
Freya stood outside the villa's hall, drenched and holding a black leather suitcase. Her golden hair clung to the sides of her face, with raindrops trickling down from the tips.
In front of her, a delicate boy wearing a loose gray robe, looking only about ten years old, hurried over with a white towel in hand.
"Welcome back, Senior Freya," Bert said as he approached her with a bright smile, handing her the towel.
"Ah, hello, Bert," she replied with a smile, casually wiping her head with the towel. Freya glanced behind him and asked curiously, "By the way, where is Master Sara?"
"Teacher went out this morning for something important. It seems she is attending a significant gathering with Count Philip. If you have urgent matters, I can contact her right now."
"A gathering? Never mind, that's not necessary. Just let her know when she returns that I'm back," Freya waved her hand dismissively.
Initially, Saradin had put in considerable effort for her journey. Now that she had returned with many useful items beyond her own needs, it was just right to repay Saradin's investment at that time. However, since Saradin was out now and there was no rush, she could wait until her return.
After chatting with Bert for a while in front of the hall and learning about various significant events that had occurred at Elglen's Villa during her absence, she headed straight to her room.
The room still looked as it did when she left, but there wasn't much dust.
She placed the suitcase and waist pouch on the table and immediately took out a casual outfit from the wardrobe to change into.
Gently drying her hair with the towel, Freya eagerly walked to the table and opened the black leather suitcase with one hand.
Inside the well-sealed suitcase, there were no signs of being soaked by rainwater.
Gently sweeping through the items in the suitcase, apart from a few books, most of the contents were various bottles and jars.
Freya reached out and took out something wrapped in leather paper from among these items.
Carefully unwrapping it, she found a broken, slender Tentacle lying there, curled up, with a bulge at its tip.
Freya cleared a space on the table and placed the Tentacle there, lightly stroking its surface with her fingers.
The smoothness created by the fine scales appeared in her hand.
"This texture seems to belong to a plant."
Looking at the Tentacle beneath her, Freya expressionlessly set down the cleaning cloth in her other hand and gently pressed both hands on the Tentacle.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, a girl-like scream came from the tip of the Tentacle. As it twisted wildly, the bulge at the tip suddenly tore open, exposing sharp pupils to the air.
This unexpected change startled Freya, who immediately stepped back warily.
However, at the moment Freya let go, the Tentacle also calmed down.
Seeing that the danger had passed, Freya frowned slightly.
"After all this time, it still retains such vitality?"
This was a Synthetic Creature she had encountered in the Wizard Testing Area. Ignoring the characteristics of energy Conservation Law that had surged wildly, it was this strange Tentacle that filled Freya with curiosity.
Now back at her base, it was just right to conduct a detailed study.
If she could decipher the abilities within, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous help to her.
Although she is continuously refining her combat style, her current weakness is quite evident: excessive offense and insufficient defense.
During her previous confrontation with the Black Armored Man, she clearly felt this weakness.
While it appeared that she won easily in the end, she was aware of the specific dangers involved.
The Black Armored Man, if not for his initial arrogance allowing Freya to launch a successful sneak attack, would have required a great deal of effort to defeat.
After all, no matter how inadequate he seemed, he was still the pinnacle of mortal knights, especially with that peculiar Black Scorpion Swordsmanship, which possessed formidable defensive capabilities while also matching her in offensive power.
Fortunately, it was she who survived in the end, not the Black Armored Man.
However, this made Freya realize the need to address her weakness; otherwise, if she encountered a similar battle in the future, luck might not be on her side.
Looking at the restored Tentacles, Freya gently tapped on the wooden table, and a green glow traced along her fingertip.
With a soft sound, a tender green branch sprouted from the table surface and consciously curled toward the Tentacles.
Seeing the branch tightly entangle the Tentacles, Freya nodded lightly and retrieved a set of experimental tools from the drawer beneath the table.
She swiftly ignited two Red Flames in her hands for sterilization and disinfection.
Skillfully taking out a Silver Knife, she pressed down with one hand while slicing along one side of the Tentacles with the sharp edge. The scales were easily cut open, and this time the Tentacles did not react as before; they merely twitched slightly.
As she removed the knife, droplets of green liquid began to flow from the wound.
Freya quickly took out a Test Tube to catch it.
The liquid was not much; it stopped flowing after a short while.
Looking at the liquid in the Test Tube, she gently picked it up and swirled it, then brought it to her nose to sniff, detecting a faint bitterness.
After thinking for a moment, she boldly tilted the Test Tube and poured a bit of the green liquid into her palm.
"Whoa..."
Purple Flame appeared in her palm and ignited above the liquid.
Waves of green smoke rapidly emerged from the flames.
Freya watched the rising green smoke, her eyes flickering.
"It really is a reaction from Magical Plants. This Tentacle is actually a mutated plant or perhaps a hybrid of plant and organism."
However, the idea of transplanting plants onto organisms still puzzled her; after all, they were two different species.
Although it was now confirmed that this Tentacle might belong to the plant kingdom, her limited knowledge prevented her from identifying exactly what it was.
Gently placing the Test Tube down, she took out a glass box containing a piece of fresh flesh from her suitcase.
Using tweezers, she carefully picked it up and curiously poured the juice from the Test Tube over it.
"Shh..."
As soon as the two made contact, a large amount of white smoke erupted, and a faint sour smell spread through the air.
Freya squinted as she watched the contact between the two objects in her hand. After a long moment, suddenly, the piece of meat, which had been corroded by green liquid, began to curl as if it had come to life.
At the same time, the blue crystal that Freya always wore on her wrist emitted a faint glow.
"This is... catalysis?" Freya said, somewhat shocked, as she observed the piece of meat slowly expanding in the tweezers.
With a 'bang', the piece of meat, now the size of a fist, fell onto the table and continued to twist.
With a 'pop', it sounded like fabric tearing, as two delicate long legs suddenly extended from the lower sides of the meat piece, while at the top, a finger-sized lump began to emerge. (To be continued)
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