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Chapter 202:
With a blank expression, Freya watched as the Black Ash slowly gathered on the ground. She reached for a delicate, transparent Test Tube from her waist.
Opening the stopper, she poured the liquid into her palm and then rubbed her hands together.
'Sla.'
It sounded like countless iron filings grinding against each other.
"Although this kind of physique is troublesome, there are ways to deal with it."
Feeling the heat in her palm, she softly murmured an unknown incantation.
A gleaming, holy aura radiated from her, and even in the dimly lit space, Freya's figure seemed to emit a hazy white light.
The Black Ash slowly coalescing on the ground appeared to be instinctively afraid of this divine-like aura, as it began to retreat from Freya.
Ignoring the unusual behavior of the Black Ash, Freya quickened her incantation, and a golden eye gradually opened on her forehead.
The eye seemed to possess its own will, immediately locking onto the Black Ash below.
'Dietersfertmir... Purify!'
Suddenly, Freya extended her hands, which had been stacked together, and slowly pressed them toward the location of the Black Ash.
A loud clap echoed as both hands pressed against the ground, and a massive circular magic circle suddenly appeared, glowing with white light. The runes inside began to slowly rotate, gradually forming a golden-yellow door-shaped symbol.
Then, with a loud creak, the door swung open, revealing a pitch-black void behind it, resembling a black hole.
At the moment the door opened, a strong pulling force emanated from behind it, and the light and airy Black Ash was immediately sucked in.
The swirling Black Ash seemed to struggle, forming a terrifying face shape that opened its big mouth as if screaming or cursing.
Freya calmly watched as all the Black Ash was drawn into the doorway before finally releasing her hands.
With another loud clap, the circular magic circle suddenly shrank and then gradually dimmed, leaving only an eerie white door pattern on the ground.
A faint trace of negative energy seeped out from the gap in the middle of the door.
"Cough cough!"
She spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, her previously rosy complexion now pale as death.
In addition to her earlier injuries, she also showed signs of severe mental exhaustion.
Attempting to summon some green energy particles to slowly heal her wounds, Freya glanced at the door-shaped pattern on the ground and sighed lightly.
"It is indeed the most difficult to learn Purification Spells. Even though they are all first-level, their consumption of a typical wizard's mental energy makes it impossible to use them consecutively."
However, their effects are quite evident.
The sealed Necromancer, barring any accidents, will remain here for a lifetime until his soul naturally dissipates. He won't even have the chance to transform into a Spirit.
Nonetheless, this purification sealing technique has some very harsh conditions once released, and its function is quite singular, only applicable to things related to Negative Energy.
Thus, this seemingly powerful Spell is placed in the Trading Hall by the academy.
Fortunately, Freya happened to learn it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had a good way to deal with these highly active Black Ash.
After resting for a while and using a Healing Item for some simple treatment,
Freya walked out of the ruins.
This battle, although brief, was fraught with dangers that only Freya herself understood.
If she guessed correctly, that Necromancer was a Liquefaction-Level Wizard. If it weren't for the serious injury he sustained thirty years ago that still hadn't healed, he would have been able to display his true level of power. It's likely that this time, Freya would have ended up staying here.
Of course, the most significant factor was the Empowerment Spell activated by the last White Mask.
This made Freya wonder what level Hegel, Lisa's disciple from back then, truly belonged to.
And in the end, it was due to something that she lost her identity as a sorceress.
However, one thing Freya was certain of was that these matters were definitely related to the downfall of the Taboli Family.
She shook her head slightly, trying to cast aside the distracting thoughts in her mind.
Her current injuries were neither light nor heavy, but if she encountered any danger again, it could become troublesome.
So the most important thing now was to recover her body before thinking about anything else.
She retraced her steps back to Raymond City.
She had stayed at that estate for four days.
It had been five hours since the battle ended.
The afternoon sun was somewhat scorching, casting bright rays into the courtyard and generating a faint warmth.
During this time, even those who had work would take a moment to rest, waiting until the sun wasn't so hot before resuming their tasks.
In the room of the estate, Freya, dressed in ordinary casual clothes, lay on a white lounge chair. Beside her was a cleverly designed round table with a cup of light green tea on it, emitting wisps of cold vapor.
The maid and guards who had originally taken care of Freya had been sent back to Raymond Castle three days ago.
The entire vast estate felt empty at this moment.
After a long while, Freya slowly got up, reached for the tea beside her, and took a gentle sip.
A faint fragrance immediately filled her mouth.
However, after just one sip, she set the cup down again.
She felt the two wounds on her chest; the Negative Energy had been completely cleared away since last night. Aside from a slight pain, there was actually nothing serious anymore.
Although this battle did not yield any tangible rewards, Freya discovered that her mental power, which had stagnated since advancing to Official Wizard, had actually increased somewhat.
This made Freya suspect that the battle had stimulated the growth of her mental power.
Gently stroking her chest, she felt a bandage wrapped around it, which felt somewhat stiff.
After thinking for a moment, she walked to her black leather case and took out the parchment with some Abyss Contract on it.
She untied the red string on it and spread it out in front of her.
The parchment suddenly flew up with a whoosh and quickly formed into the shape of a Big Mouth.
Freya stood quietly, watching the changes of the Abyss Contract.
For a long time, Big Mouth hovered steadily in mid-air.
"Cough. It's nice to see you again, Freya. I seem to smell the scent of death. So, have you completed your mission?"
"That's right." Freya nodded in acknowledgment.
"Oh? So soon?" Big Mouth seemed a bit surprised. It circled around Freya before suddenly opening its mouth wide and inhaling towards her.
With a 'poof' sound, it seemed as if something was indeed being drawn out from her.
A faint black mist emerged from its mouth but quickly dissipated.
"What was that..." Freya frowned slightly upon seeing what had been extracted from her.
"It's resentment. So it really is true," Big Mouth replied quickly.
"Oh?" Upon hearing its response, Freya seemed to recall something.
However, before she could speak, Big Mouth continued, "Alright, since the mission is complete, I'll hand over the items I've stored for you."
With that, it opened its mouth once more, and a pitch-black box was spat out.
After spitting out the box, it suddenly ignited in a burst of red flames, leaving only a pile of Black Ash on the ground after a moment.
Looking at the Black Ash on the ground, Freya bent down to pick up the Black Box after a while.
She had originally hoped to extract something useful from this strange Big Mouth, but it seemed that this fellow had seen through her intentions and disappeared immediately after the handover was confirmed.
Shaking her head lightly, she shifted her gaze to the box in her hands.
The box was not locked and was opened directly by Freya.
Inside was a thick book with a Black Cover, somewhat resembling a modern Chinese dictionary from her previous life.
The black cover featured two silver half-moons, which emitted a faint, hazy glow as Freya opened the box.
Looking at these two half-moons, Freya frowned slightly because this pattern represented nothing other than the emblem of the Taboli Family.
"What could it be?"
Curious, she turned to the first page of the thick book.
Immediately, she was captivated by what was written on it.
The content was not particularly important; rather, it consisted of detailed spellcasting techniques and insights, as well as some understanding and reflections on being a wizard.
In other words, the reward that Hegel ultimately gave her was his last personal notebook as a wizard.
This item is essentially the essence of all a wizard's knowledge, something unique to that particular wizard.
She never expected that he would give such an important thing as a reward.
In a daze, Freya vaguely saw the old man sitting alone on a dark red sofa, with a burning campfire in front of him and shelves filled with various precious books behind him, while his face was filled with a dead silence.
That was the silence of having given up on his path as a wizard.
Gently closing the Wizard's Notebook, Freya sighed deeply in her heart.
The only thing she could do for Hegel had already come to an end, and for the old man who had abandoned the path of a wizard, there was nothing more she could help with.
Perhaps he could enjoy wealth and honor in the mortal world until he died, but for someone who had once been a wizard, that would be the greatest humiliation.
Therefore, she could easily imagine what kind of Hegel she would face when she returned this time.
After a long silence, she tied the book with a sturdy rope and hung it on her belt, alongside her important pouch.
The Wizard's Notebook not only allowed Freya to acquire various spellcasting techniques and insights but also helped her avoid unnecessary detours on her future path.
Thus, the value of this Wizard's Notebook was no less than anything else she possessed.
Everything in Raymond City has been resolved.
After tidying up her belongings, she took one last look at the entire manor room.
She walked to the door and gently closed it.
Outside, the Black Carriage had been waiting for a long time, and the black Steed occasionally glanced at Freya, seemingly urging her on.
With a slight smile, Freya picked up the nearby leather suitcase and strode toward the carriage.
As the carriage gradually departed, the once quiet manor was suddenly overrun by rampant vines.
A large number of brown and green vines quickly wrapped around the entire manor.
It resembled a sealed castle.
In the center of the manor's courtyard, a jagged Cross Sword was embedded in the Dry Fountain. (To be continued...)
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