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Chapter Two Hundred Sixty-Six:
The conversation between the two lasted for half an hour.
During this time, it was mainly Baron who spoke, while Freya listened quietly. However, as Baron continued, her frown deepened, and the chill on her face became more pronounced.
"The events unfolded like this. Most of the people who killed Howard Bailey and Nick have already been dealt with by me. Their heads are hanging on the wooden posts at the camp, now dried out. Only Eric's legs and hands remain."
Freya was already aware of Baron's bloody methods, but it seemed that there were still some who had escaped his grasp. Clearly, the opponents he faced were not that simple, and Baron had even lost an eye because of it.
After a moment of contemplation, Freya's gaze shifted to Eric, who was lying on the bed, gently stroking his bent left hand.
After a long while, she raised her head and said, "Father, I learned some things in the capital. Perhaps I can at least help Eric's body and your eye."
"What?"
Baron looked at his daughter, who had become unfamiliar over the years, puzzled as if her words had not come from her mouth.
Ignoring Baron's gaze, Freya's eyes sparkled with an inexplicable light as she asked, "Do you believe me?"
"I..."
Under Freya's intense gaze, Baron took a long time before firmly nodding his head.
"Alright!"
Seeing Baron's trust in her, the coldness that had been gathering on Freya's face finally dissipated. She smiled and said, "Give me half an hour; I need to prepare."
"Are you sure you can really heal Eric?"
Although Baron had great faith in his daughter, the strangeness of this matter had completely exceeded his imagination.
Without saying a word, Freya nodded, released her grip on Eric, and stood up to walk directly out of the room.
Suddenly, it seemed she remembered something and turned to ask Baron.
"Father, where are the heads of those who harmed Eric? I want to take a look."
"At the Northern Training Ground, you—"
Baron opened his mouth as if to say something, but Freya waved her hand and walked straight out.
The training ground was not far from Eric's sickroom, and she arrived quickly.
At this time, there were still new recruits training at the ground. Seeing Freya, a woman, they all glanced over, whispering about her identity.
To these young people, Freya pretended not to see them and walked directly to a row of upright pillars.
The thick black wooden pillars, as wide as a thigh, still carried a strong smell of blood despite being exposed to wind and sun for a long time. It seemed that there were not just a few heads hanging above.
Once, Freya had seen similar things around Byron's Green Territory, but she didn't expect that Baron would bring this bloody custom here.
The heads atop several pillars had already dried up beyond recognition; their dark outlines looked like they were merely covered with a layer of dirty cloth over the skulls.
Freya drew a dagger from her waist and suddenly threw it.
'Swish!'
With a light sound like the wind, the head atop the pillar was cleanly severed and was caught by Freya in one swift motion.
Looking at the skull in her hand, Freya's azure eyes glimmered with a faint, eerie light.
"I want to see who dares to harm my family."
Pulling off the dried flesh from the top, Freya directly yanked the skull and walked toward the gate of the encampment.
...
At the edge of the forest, in an abandoned wooden cabin.
Freya pushed open the wooden door and placed the skull on the table in the center of the cabin.
The skull was gray and emitted a faint odor of decay, with a fine arrow wound hollow in its dark eye sockets, a clear fatal injury.
Staring at the skull on the table, Freya calmly took out a test tube filled with gray powder from her waist pouch and evenly sprinkled it around the skull.
"Although I'm not skilled in Shadow System spells, this should be enough for an ordinary person!"
After sprinkling the powder, Freya casually tossed aside the test tube and then grabbed a handful of black soil from the ground, slowly pouring it over the top of the skull through her fingers.
At the same time, Freya began to softly murmur long incantations that sounded like tremors.
As the black soil completely covered the skull, Freya suddenly clapped her hands together.
'Smack!'
The gray powder around the skull suddenly began to move, as if gray worms were slowly crawling toward it.
Before long, strange cracking sounds echoed through the air.
"Eat up, eat up."
Watching as the gray powder transformed into the Strange Creature, it slowly consumed the skull. Freya's azure blue eyes gradually turned pitch black, resembling two black holes filled with emptiness and vastness.
After a long while, the skull, completely covered in black soil, became utterly flat.
Freya opened her hollow black eyes, her tone filled with an indescribable allure.
"Alright, now you can tell me everything I want to know."
As soon as she finished speaking, a faint rustling sound suddenly appeared in her ears.
The sound resembled someone mumbling in their sleep or meaningless chatter, yet Freya could discern its specific meaning.
After a long time, the sound slowly faded away, and Freya revealed a satisfied expression.
"Thank you."
She nodded at the gray Strange Creatures. Suddenly, a cold breeze emerged from nowhere and swept across the table, scattering large amounts of Black Ash powder in an instant. Before long, nothing remained.
Looking at the empty table, Freya's dark eyes gradually returned to their original state.
She paused for a moment and then strode in a certain direction.
...
In the evening, Freya, still dressed in her hunting attire, returned to the Mercenary Base.
However, compared to the head she had taken with her when she left, she now carried a pitch-black package.
The package emitted a strong smell of blood, with some red liquid faintly seeping through.
Since most of the Mercenary team recognized her from their earlier encounter, they did not stop her excessively.
After asking someone where Baron was, she went straight there.
In the room, Baron was engaged in a conversation with a strong middle-aged man, discussing what seemed to be the recent mission attendance of the Mercenaries.
The door to the room was open, and as soon as Freya arrived, both men sensed her presence.
The strong man looked at Freya with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He struck his right chest with his right hand, performing the Byron salute.
"Sister! You're back!"
This man was the former vice captain of the guard, Damsdin.
"Yes, I'm back."
Seeing an old acquaintance, Freya smiled slightly and continued, "I need to discuss something with my father."
"I understand. Then, my lord, I'll take my leave." Damsdin said to Baron with understanding.
"Alright," Baron nodded in response.
Once Damsdin left the room, Baron's gaze turned to the bloody package in Freya's hands.
With years of experience, he clearly knew what was inside.
"What is this?"
"This is something to heal you and Eric," Freya replied in an unusually calm tone.
Baron silently looked at his daughter, recalling Freya's certain tone from before. He vaguely felt that his daughter had not been in the imperial capital these past few years but had gone somewhere else.
However, at this time, many questions were difficult to voice.
"Alright." Baron took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "What should I do?"
"You don't need to do anything, just follow me," Freya replied calmly as she turned around.
Without further words, under Freya's guidance, the two returned to Eric's room.
At this moment, Eric was already awake, sitting on the bed while a delicate young girl in a white dress was carefully feeding him soup.
The girl appeared very young, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with an exceptionally youthful appearance. She had Flaxen hair and her fair face was dotted with light brown freckles.
When the girl saw Freya approaching, she was momentarily taken aback. Then, upon noticing Baron behind her, she quickly tidied up the tray in her hands and stood up to bow.
"My lord."
Eric also noticed Freya. He was momentarily stunned and then tried to stand up but fell back down due to his leg condition.
"Sister, I—"
"Don't speak."
Seeing that Eric still wanted to say something, Freya walked over and gently held his hand.
"I already know about your situation. Trust me, I will help you stand up soon."
Nearby, Baron waved his hand at the girl, signaling her to leave.
After Freya and Eric talked for a while, she stood up and addressed Baron.
"Father, please lie down as well. You might feel a bit uncomfortable later, but you will be fine after some rest."
Baron nodded.
However, just as he was about to lie down, Baron suddenly said to Freya with a serious expression.
"No matter if I can be cured or not, I hope we can have a good talk, father and daughter, okay?"
Freya looked into Baron's eyes and nodded without hesitation.
She had no intention of hiding her identity as a witch from Baron; after all, he was the closest person to her in this world—her father.
With Freya's agreement, Baron and Eric lay down on the bed together.
Watching her two relatives lying there, Freya slowly exhaled. Her bright blue eyes gradually transformed into deep blue whirlpools.
"Father, Eric, look into my eyes!"
At Freya's words, both of them instinctively turned their gaze toward her eyes.
Suddenly, both of them felt a slight tremor in their bodies, and an indescribable sense of fatigue washed over them. Baron was fine, but Eric almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Baron only managed to hold on for a few more seconds than him.
Once the two were completely asleep, Freya reached behind her to open her bag.
The writhing limbs and exposed eyeballs were revealed.
After she swiftly severed these parts, she sprinkled them with activation powder, which could collapse everything.
Although Freya was not an expert in the Necromancy Department, she was quite skilled in human anatomy and assembly. During her time at Elgreen Academy, she had received specialized guidance from a Necromancer in this technique.
However, even so, she was very cautious. After all, these two individuals were not unrelated test subjects, but rather very important family members.
Freya skillfully took out the limbs from the package and performed some necessary procedures.
"Reassembling them is quite simple; the main difficulty lies in the rejection issues, but for me, it's just a bit of trouble."
In her previous life, during an era of advanced technology, reattaching severed limbs was no longer a dream; it was just that there were many subsequent problems. Here in the Wizarding World, there were countless methods to alter a person's body, whether in appearance or bloodline, which posed no issue at all.
After handling the limbs in her hands, Freya extended her hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
A strand of Azure Wind gently circled around Eric, and soon, the clothing on his left hand and right foot shattered, revealing the severed limbs beneath.
Freya then took out a silver Scalpel from her waist pouch. A flash of red light briefly illuminated it, serving as disinfection.
Next, her hand steadily moved towards Eric's severed leg.
Three hours later.
Freya straightened up and looked with satisfaction at the two individuals lying on the bed.
At this moment, every part of Baron and Eric was covered with fine white particles that were rapidly dissolving, soon completely entering their bodies.
A cold breeze blew through the window and brushed against Freya's face, giving her an icy sensation.
It was then that she realized a layer of fine sweat had formed on her forehead without her noticing.
Gently wiping away the sweat from her brow, Freya took out a green Test Tube from behind her and lightly shook the liquid inside. She then carefully dripped it onto Baron's eyes as well as his chest and abdomen.
This was a fast-acting healing potion, one of the precious supplies Freya had purchased at the Exchange Tower.
Generally speaking, as long as the wound does not have special attributes, this medicine is quite effective. Even for severe lacerations, applying it within five minutes of injury can lead to instant healing.
Although Baron has no visible wounds, the internal injuries he carries can still yield some effect.
However, even if the internal injuries heal, Freya cannot be certain whether Baron will break through to Great Knight in his lifetime.
"It should take about half an hour to pass the healing period, but recovering to his previous level will depend on his adaptability," Freya murmured softly while looking at the two who were still asleep.
Outside, it was completely dark, and torches were still lit on the Watchtower, where some guards could be faintly seen keeping watch.
Although this area is still within Dragon City, its proximity to the edge of the forest means that wild beasts occasionally appear, requiring constant vigilance.
After tidying up a bit and feeling not very sleepy, Freya sat in the room for a while before opening the door and stepping outside.
Upon her return, Baron's attitude towards her had not changed much; they treated her just like before. However, Freya understood that through this treatment, Baron likely had an inkling of what was going on.
After all, Baron was once a noble of the Byron Empire and had seen many things.
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