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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Seven:
"Let me introduce myself. My real name is Klyent. As for my long-term business, it is quite literal; I hope you can provide special styles of Cursed Items or repairs on a long-term basis, and I guarantee that the compensation will satisfy you."
Without an immediate response, Freya pondered for a moment.
"You mentioned earlier that you have a team? Can you tell me more about them? I'm quite curious."
This wizard Klyent from the City of Illusions, despite possessing formidable energy compression techniques and Ancient Inheritance, still had an air of mystery around his true strength.
This indicated that he either possessed stealthy magic similar to hers or his power was significantly greater than hers.
From the powerful spiritual fluctuations emanating from him, Freya concluded that it was more likely the latter.
"This isn't a secret. We are just a group brought together by common interests; we are not a formal organization. Originally, there were ten of us, but now only six remain. We enjoy exploring ancient ruins or novel places, which leads to a high consumption of Cursed Items. We previously had an Enchanter in our group, but he died in an accident, so I wanted to ask if you might be interested."
"Oh? You enjoy exploring ancient ruins?"
Freya felt a slight stir in her heart; no wonder they were so generous with their resources.
Although ancient ruins vary greatly, most come with significant dangers. A moment's inattention could lead to being buried within the ruins, leaving no chance to recover even a body.
However, once something valuable is unearthed from ancient ruins, its research value or selling price far exceeds the costs incurred.
With Klyent mentioning this, she was certain that the group's strength would not be lacking.
Coincidentally, she was also very interested in Ancient Wizard Heritage.
"Joining such a long-term trade doesn't sound bad at all. What kind of compensation do you plan to offer?"
"Don't worry about that. If you agree to join us, you can take a share of the resources obtained from the ruins. I can personally guarantee you a ten percent cut," Klyent said, waving his hand generously.
"Ten percent?" Freya was slightly taken aback.
She didn't expect that simply joining as an Enchanter would yield so much, which left her quite puzzled.
"If I get ten percent, how will the others divide it?"
"Heh, you don't need to worry about that. Just focus on doing your own part," he grinned, revealing his white teeth. "So, have you agreed?"
Freya gently shook her head, her gaze fixed on the barbaric-looking Klyent. Her tone was calm.
"One last question. Why did you choose me? Just because of a single transaction? That's not a good enough reason."
"Is that all? It's actually quite simple. First, we're both part of Toy Room. Although you're just an external member, we belong to the same organization, and I trust Toy Room quite a bit. Second, I genuinely need an Enchanter, and coincidentally, I see that your skills are much higher than those of some other Enchanters. At least this Warhammer in my hands is not as simple as it looks. So, do you understand?"
Freya fell silent, a flicker of sickly green light flashing in her hidden eyes.
The first reason didn't really count for much, and for the second reason, she wasn't sure if he had seen through something. If that were the case, she would have to reconsider.
Noticing Freya's increasingly gloomy expression, Klyent laughed heartily.
"There's no need to be so tense. Your ancient techniques might be exceptionally valuable to others, but for us, it's just another thing. Everyone has their secrets. Even if you don't plan to join, I won't do anything to you. Rest assured."
As he laughed, he seemed to intentionally release a hint of mental fluctuation, causing Freya's darkened face to shift slightly as she spoke in a low voice.
"It seems I have no choice."
"Hey." Without responding to Freya, he shifted the Warhammer in his hand. "Enchanters may not be as strong as Alchemists or Potion Masters, but I can see your potential from the way you crafted this. Although you've just been promoted to Official Wizard, I believe you have the potential to become a Senior Enchanter. Joining us will definitely bring you greater benefits than being part of the Wizard Organization."
Freya's gaze was fixed on the Warhammer at his waist, her thoughts unknown.
After a long moment, she looked up at Klyent and said, "Alright, I choose to join you. However, I have my own demands. First, I do not intend to explore ancient ruins with you; after all, I have my own challenges to tackle. Second, if you want me to create enchanted items, you must provide the materials, and I will set the timeline for production. Third, I hope to minimize the involvement of your team; in future transactions, only one person should come. I do not want them to know my identity or existence."
These three demands were made after careful consideration by Freya.
Earlier, Freya sensed Klyent's intentionally leaked aura and realized that the person before her was a powerful Third-Rank Wizard.
Wizards of this level operated in circles far beyond her reach. While she could gain access to abundant resources, it also came with certain dangers.
"Alright, I will meet your demands!"
Klyent pulled out a black horn from his pocket and tossed it into Freya's hands.
"You have great potential; I hope I'm not mistaken. This is my contact tool; it works throughout Cloud City. It's more convenient and discreet than a mark. Keep it with you; if I need anything, I'll reach out through this."
"Okay, no problem."
Freya nodded as she accepted the horn.
"Also, I'd like you to craft ten more Warhammers of this style. Given their weight, they're too convenient as disposable tools. As for payment and materials, I'll have my apprentice deliver them to you tomorrow."
"Disposable tools."
Hearing this phrase made Freya's lips twitch slightly.
Due to the lack of extensive experiments, her current level of crafting Intermediate Cursed Items is about her limit.
She was puzzled earlier that a Third-Rank Wizard would actually need an Intermediate Enchanted Item, only to find out it was intended as a disposable tool.
This gave her a new understanding of Klyent's wealth.
Freya nodded stiffly.
After receiving a response, Klyent once again satisfiedly patted the Warhammer at his waist, then turned and left the Trading Tower.
It wasn't until he completely disappeared from view that Freya made her way back to her estate.
Upon returning to the estate, Freya took out Beck's Eye.
Although this eye had gradually petrified over the years, the intensity of the Bloodline Aura within still shocked Freya.
Half a year had allowed her mental strength to recover to that of an ordinary Crystalized Wizard, making her fully capable of handling the absorption method for King Cobra.
If she were to absorb the Bloodline now, her stabilized mental strength would surely experience another surge.
"Since they can obtain a large number of Ancient Beasts' remains, perhaps there's still hope for King Cobra's Bloodline. If there's even a little bit left, then the Ancient Wizard Heritage won't be wasted."
She thought calmly to herself.
The legacy of King Cobra belongs to two different levels compared to modern Meditation Methods. Although Freya cannot fully inherit it without the Bloodline, some techniques that do not involve the Bloodline have opened her eyes.
Most modern sorcery cannot compare with what she knows about Bloodline Sorcery.
Generally, casting spells requires chanting along with materials or gestures and takes some time.
If powerful sorcery is involved, the required time will be even longer.
However, ancient Bloodline Sorcery has no such limitations. Everything seems to belong to instinct or innate ability.
This special power is simply deadly in combat.
From here, Freya can compare the advantages and disadvantages of the two inheritances.
Now that she has boarded the great ship of Klyent, although she does not know if he can find it, having hope is better than having none.
While contemplating the inheritance method of Ancient Inheritance, Freya taps around Beck's Eye on the white stone.
Fine white powder falls to the ground, and soon a golden trace appears in her line of sight.
Looking at that golden trace, a hint of joy appears on Freya's face.
After a pause, she extends her right hand and raises one finger; the originally pea-sized dot in her palm has transformed into a green, curved Thin Line over the past six months.
Upon closer inspection, it resembles a snake shrunk to its limit.
Freya gazes at the exposed eye, her azure pupils slightly constricting into green Slit Pupils.
Then she directly inserts her finger into that golden trace.
With a soft sound, her finger feels somewhat slippery inside.
A green halo flashes at her fingertip, and Freya immediately feels an unusual energy traveling from her finger to her stomach, rapidly being digested and forming pure power that spreads throughout her body.
Both her mental strength and physical qualities were rapidly increasing.
Half an hour later, the Sphere in her hand gradually shriveled, leaving only an empty shell.
Looking at the now vanished Beck's Eye, Freya displayed a satisfied expression.
"Although the energy from one Beck's Eye is slightly less than expected, it's still quite good. It's roughly equivalent to the total mental strength gained from a year of meditation. If I can get twenty more, I should be able to reach the peak of Crystallization."
With Freya's above-average aptitude, the mental strength gained from this absorption method was astonishingly rapid, almost unbelievable.
Moreover, she wondered what level she would reach if she were to fully inherit the legacy of King Cobra.
"Listen, while Ancient Wizards cannot break through the limitations of their own aptitude, they have already overcome the bottleneck of levels. I imagine King Cobra's legacy is similar."
Soon after, two gray White Carriages arrived outside Freya's estate.
Three tall men dressed in white guard uniforms were unloading huge boxes from the carriage and transporting them into the estate.
Standing at the door, Freya quietly watched the three men work, accompanied by a young wizard in a similar white robe.
"Lady Freya, I am Nikola, a disciple of Master Klyent. This time, in addition to three boxes of Secret Essence Ore, there are also two boxes of Swart Goldstone and some other materials for your review."
He respectfully handed a list to Freya.
Taking the list, Freya glanced over the resources and found that this shipment contained enough materials for her to craft ten Warhammers and more. It seemed they had added extra supplies just in case of failure.
After scanning the list, she put it away and smiled as she spoke.
"Very well, no problem. You can tell Lord Klyent that the goods will be ready for pickup in three months."
"Okay, I will pass that on. By the way, this is half of the advance payment from the teacher."
He lightly clapped his hands, and soon a guard approached carrying a Black Box, placing it in front of Freya.
She reached out to open it, revealing not only a Beck's Eye but also more than ten black Magic Crystal Cards and a bottled item that emitted a faint Bloodline Aura.
However, compared to a complete Beck's Eye, this was considerably weaker.
Once all the supplies were moved to the room she designated, Nikola and the carriage left her estate directly.
Five minutes later.
In the room filled with supplies, Freya directly lifted the wooden cover nailed down with iron nails, exposing neatly arranged square Secret Essence Ores inside.
These ores were not only sturdy but also had top-notch energy conductivity.
They were essentially the best choice for crafting Cursed Items, far superior to the substitutes Freya had previously made from ordinary materials.
With these three boxes along with two boxes of Swart Goldstone, Freya conservatively estimated that she could produce thirty Warhammers.
From this, Freya could also see Klyent's attitude towards her.
"It seems he is a worthy trading partner," Freya murmured to herself.
After extracting enough ore for ten Warhammers and making some simple preparations, she left the room.
The production of Warhammers was not something that could be completed in one go. Although the quality of the materials was good, it still required altering certain substances to better suit the upcoming Enchantment and increase the success rate.
This change does not take too long, two months is enough.
During this time, she also wanted to conduct a simple investigation into Klyent for insurance purposes.
Third-Rank Wizard, in Cloud City, is certainly not an unknown figure.
Ten Five Hours.
In the hall of the manor, Freya was sitting on the sofa enjoying afternoon tea.
She held a news magazine in her hand, which featured recent major events in Cloud City and updates on discoveries by a certain Wizard Organization or gossip about some Archmage.
As she flipped through it, suddenly a white Bird shaped mark on her nail glowed, and a clear female voice came from within.
“Lady Freya, we have made progress on the investigation task you commissioned. Would you like to check it now?”
Raising an eyebrow, Freya put down the magazine and calmly replied.
“Yes.” (To be continued...)
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