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Chapter Two Hundred Seventy:
Only a slight rise and fall of the chest indicated that it was not completely dead.
After all, while the Mist of White Hands had a long casting distance and a wide range, it was not a single-target lethal spell.
If Freya had targeted a wizard instead of this ship, even the defensive Force Field would likely have been unable to withstand it.
After examining the body of the Sea Tribe, Freya took out a syringe from her suitcase, drawing some blood and a small amount of tissue for species identification.
The Sea Tribe was quite diverse; individuals resembling humans or enormous Sea Monsters could all be classified under the Sea Tribe as long as they possessed intelligence and formed communities.
Most commonly seen Sea Tribe members were similar in form to humans, with an average lifespan of around three hundred years. Their physical constitution varied greatly due to racial differences.
This type of Sea Tribe had no boundaries between ocean and land; their only drawback was the need for large amounts of moisture on land to keep their skin hydrated.
Freya had previously dissected similar Sea Tribe bodies in Elgreen. From her perspective, the Sea Tribe in this world exhibited characteristics of natural evolution rather than energy pollution.
Most Sea Tribe members possessed both gills and lungs, allowing them to survive in two vastly different environments.
A small portion remained singular in existence.
Of course, it was not that these few Sea Tribe members were not evolving; rather, they were limited by the powerful Bloodline inherited from their Ancient Beasts ancestors.
Freya's goal was these rare Bloodlines.
Blood and small pieces of flesh were placed in the center of a circular magic circle.
Freya extended her hand and drew a simple rune in the air, which glowed with a dazzling red light and slowly fell into the magic circle.
With a 'hiss' sound, the blood and flesh within the circle quickly shriveled and turned black, soon becoming a pile of dark powder.
At that moment, a faint blue-red light flickered around the magic circle, only to disappear in an instant.
Seeing the color of that light, Freya frowned and then shook her head, scattering the ashes from the magic circle.
"Indeed, just ordinary sea fish. However, this was to be expected."
The ancient species that have survived to this day are extremely rare. Although the Sea Tribe has many varieties and numbers, the existence of such Bloodlines is exceedingly scarce.
Freya was merely trying her luck.
Looking at the Sea Tribe still lying on the ground, she kicked it away.
With precise force and accuracy, she barely grazed the door frame before hearing a 'splash' as it fell into the sea.
The Sea Tribe also preferred to live together with similar kinds; since one was not suitable, the others would likely be the same.
Five Hours.
At the Traveler's Dock of Daqier City, a finely crafted Passenger Ship was docking.
The black boarding plank thudded heavily onto the stone surface as Freya was the first to step off the Passenger Ship with her suitcase in hand.
Compared to its once prosperous past, Daqier City now appeared much more severe and solemn.
Around the dock, soldiers in armor could be seen resting or patrolling, and a faint scent of blood lingered in the air.
Freya glanced at a stack of documents in her hand, which contained all the information about Byron that Steve had gathered over the past few years while on the ship.
The invasion by the Saladin Kingdom was no secret, and there was a general understanding of the fates of various Noble participants after their failure.
According to the documents, the family of Count Philip, once prominent, was charged with treason, resulting in the confiscation of all their assets and properties. Most key members were sentenced to hanging, while a few were exiled to remote areas or became lifelong slaves.
Those factions connected to them also faced varying degrees of repercussions.
Among these factions, one that had previously been closely associated with the Philip family came into Freya's view—not a noble house as imagined, but a merchant guild named Sail.
Freya noted that even after the downfall of the Philip family, its foundation remained unshaken; they merely lost some money and moved on without further consequences.
This left Freya with an uneasy sense that something unusual was afoot.
Surveying her surroundings, she chose a direction and strode forward confidently.
Two hours later.
A black warhorse swiftly carried Freya away from Daqier City.
The warhorse emanated a faint Azure aura, moving at great speed.
Freya lay low on the horse, her eyes slightly squinted, her golden hair nearly stretched into a straight line by the speed, and her robe rustled in the wind.
The Sail Merchant Association had many outposts; besides its headquarters located in the Byron Empire, they had a presence in various other countries to some extent.
Such a massive operation was unimaginable in an era where ordinary people relied on cold weapons.
Transporting goods was difficult enough, let alone maintaining connections between them.
If there were no peculiarities about this merchant association, Freya would certainly not believe it.
Thus, the direction she was heading was towards the nearest Sail branch, located in Sister City, not far from Daqier—a city that had not been affected by the Sea Tribe's warfare.
With the aid of magic, the warhorse quickly reached Sikou Prairie.
As it kicked up countless glowing Poison Star Grass, the warhorse sped onward.
Five hours later.
Amidst the howling night wind on horseback, a vast city with rolling heights slowly appeared on the horizon within Freya's line of sight.
Sister City is much larger than Daqier in area, but overall it is not as prosperous as Daqier City, and the public safety situation is not very good either.
There are still curfews during special times.
However, for Freya, it does not seem to be that time now, because although Sister City appears somewhat quiet, it is not completely deserted.
Soon, Freya entered Sister City.
The sound of hooves on the cobblestone streets echoed clearly in the night.
She held a simple map in her hand and used the distant firelight to locate her position. Then she pulled the reins and headed in another direction.
Fifteen minutes later, Freya arrived next to an ordinary inn. The door of the inn was half open, and she could vaguely see candlelight inside.
Next to it hung a somewhat rotting wooden sign that had been damaged by rain, with "Sail Inn" written on it. It was one of the properties of the Sail Merchant Association.
Freya looked at the sign, dismounted, and tied her warhorse to a large tree.
Then she tightened her robe and walked over with her leather suitcase.
Creaking sounds echoed as the wooden door was pushed open, startling a clerk who had been sleeping at the front desk awake.
Seeing Freya enter, he yawned, straightened up, and frowned.
"Excuse me, are you here for accommodation?"
Freya nodded, her gaze carefully assessing the general layout of the inn.
"Sort of."
"Oh, alright." The clerk quickly pulled out a form and a Feather Pen from the drawer in front of him. "Please fill this out. It’s eighteen Silver Coins. How many nights do you plan to stay?"
Freya did not immediately respond, her eyes fixated on the clerk's right hand, specifically his index finger.
There was a curved Azure Arrow tattooed on it, resembling a snake; it was easy to miss if one wasn't paying close attention.
Moreover, in Freya's mental perception, this seemingly ordinary clerk actually possessed Knight Level strength, and from his aura, it seemed he had killed quite a few people.
'As expected, the Sail Merchant Association is not as simple as it appears,' she thought to herself.
Sensing Freya's gaze, the clerk instinctively withdrew his right hand.
"Guest, please write down your name."
"No need." Freya lightly tapped the form with her finger, her expression calm as she said, "I would like to see your person in charge."
"The person in charge?" The clerk showed a puzzled expression. "You mean our Boss? But our Boss went home a long time ago."
"Is that so?" Freya smiled slightly and leaned forward. "Then why do I feel like he should be here?"
A cold wind swept through the doorway, causing the candlelight on the table to flicker violently.
The wind lifted Freya's golden hair slightly, and the attendant suddenly felt as if the woman's deep blue eyes had transformed into two massive Blue Vortexes, spinning endlessly and compelling him to gaze into them. Suddenly, within his line of sight, countless familiar Faces surged forth from the deep blue whirlpool.
These Faces screamed and roared, their features slowly oozing bright red blood, forming a river of crimson that struggled to escape from the vortex.
An exceptionally strong scent of blood filled his nostrils, making him feel as if he were submerged in an ocean of blood.
A wave of primal fear gripped him, causing his eyes to widen as tears streamed uncontrollably down his face, and he could only mutter repeatedly.
"No! I didn't kill you! I was just carrying out a mission! No!"
The creaking of the wooden door made the attendant's pupils constrict sharply.
He stared blankly at the swaying door for a long time before reaching up to touch the tears on his cheek. The front desk was empty; there were no forms, no golden-haired woman—everything seemed like just a dream or an illusion he had conjured.
Meanwhile, in the last room of the inn, Freya pushed open the door and snapped her fingers, illuminating the surroundings with a burst of red flame.
"According to that attendant, it should be right here."
She looked around the room and walked straight to a bookshelf on the left side, gently pulling on the topmost thick black book.
"Click."
A crisp sound echoed.
The bookshelf slowly rolled aside, revealing a dark secret passage behind it.
Inside the passage was pitch black, but a cool breeze flowed through, carrying a faint scent of fresh grass.
Freya glanced at the stone walls of the passage before she slowly stepped inside.
As she fully entered, the bookshelf rolled back into place, restoring its original state.
The passage was narrow, only wide enough for three people to walk side by side. Charred torches were stuck in the walls, covered with a layer of fine dust, indicating they hadn't been used in a long time.
Walking calmly through the passage, only Freya's footsteps made a soft pattering sound.
The flames above flickered with the flow of air in the passage, illuminating her path ahead.
After about ten minutes of walking,
the entire passage began to widen, and she could faintly hear voices in the distance.
Soon, a stone door appeared before her.
Next to the stone door was a protrusion. Freya extinguished the flames on her head and reached out to press against the protrusion.
With a hiss, the stone door opened.
Outside was a vast hall, surrounded by towering white stones that emitted a faint glow for illumination.
Freya's appearance did not attract anyone's attention.
Using the light from the surrounding giant stones, she could see the general appearance of the people in the hall.
There were men dressed in thick armor wielding massive axes, exceptionally tall and strong women, and strange individuals clad in black night gear with fluctuating auras—almost every type was present.
However, these individuals shared a common characteristic: they all had a strong smell of blood, and each of them had a thin Azure Arrow on their right index finger.
"I didn't expect there to be such a large area beneath Sister City. It seems this is the true face of the Sail Merchant Association," Freya murmured softly.
Glancing around at the crowd, she walked directly to a Middle-Aged Woman who appeared relatively normal and had a less intense smell of blood.
"Hello, do you happen to know where the person in charge is?"
"What person in charge?"
Startled by being approached, the woman paused slightly.
"Isn't there someone in charge of this Sail branch?"
Seeing the expression on the woman's face, Freya frowned slightly.
The woman also scrutinized Freya, and suddenly her gaze landed on Freya's right index finger, her eyes turning cold in an instant.
With a 'thud,' a black needle was pressed against her waist.
"You are not from here. Who are you? Who let you in?"
The woman's voice was not loud, but in the vast hall, it still rang out clearly. In an instant, dozens of vigilant eyes were fixed on Freya.
Noticing Freya's thoughtful expression, the woman said coldly, "Hurry! Otherwise, this dagger coated with snake venom will pierce into your body!"
Feeling the needle beneath her, Freya smiled slightly.
"Oh? I don't believe it can get through!"
"You!"
Just as she was about to thrust it harder, a surge of Azure Wind suddenly erupted from Freya.
With a hiss, Azure Wind Flow enveloped the woman in an instant. Pieces of fabric were swept away, and then a figure was thrown out, crashing heavily against the stone wall before slowly sliding down, blood pooling around her.
"It's the enemy! Kill her!"
I don't know who shouted, but the two armored Strong Men closest to Freya suddenly let out a low roar and charged towards her.
A circle of white air currents instantly enveloped her, and her originally tall figure swelled even further, resembling two giants, seemingly at the level of Knight's Pinnacle.
As they ran, their bodies emitted dull thuds. Freya calmly watched the two approaching her with unmatched presence, still standing in place.
"My current sense of energy has almost completely merged with my body. It's just right to see what level my physical quality has reached! The physical strength surpassing that of a Great Knight."
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