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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter 389:
The pupil of that eye was an unusual horizontal square, slightly constricted as if trying to see clearly into the library where Freya was.
Freya, who was being watched by this eye, stood still, frowning slightly.
Just as she was about to do something, a childish voice with a slightly hoarse tone came from outside the window.
"Who are you? Are you a gift from Klyent?"
Seemingly taken aback that the owner of the eye could actually speak, Freya paused for a moment before responding.
"I am a friend of Klyent, not your gift. Who are you?"
The eye moved away from the window, revealing a snow-white curly head, and then with two loud thuds, a huge sheep's head appeared entirely in Freya's line of sight.
The sheep's pink nose leaned forward to sniff at the window, and instantly, a sweet and strong gust of wind swept through the entire library.
Fortunately, it seemed that the bookshelves were enchanted, and nothing was blown away.
The strong wind made Freya's golden hair flutter lightly around her ears as she narrowed her eyes slightly.
"I am Taboli. You smell like Shirley. Since you are a friend of Klyent, then we are friends too."
After sniffing for a moment, the sheep Taboli withdrew its nose and curiously looked at Freya.
From these two sentences, Freya could vaguely sense that this sheep was quite young, probably only four or five years old.
The sign on the stair railing with Taboli seemed to refer to this fellow.
"Of course, I am Freya, and from now on, we will be good friends." Freya smiled gently and walked to the window.
"I have never seen such a large sheep. Can I touch you?"
"Touch? It's not that I can't let you," Taboli hesitated at Freya's sudden request. "But I'm afraid it tickles, so you have to be gentle."
Seeing a sheep's face show such a shy expression, Freya just smiled slightly.
"Hehe, no problem, I promise."
"Then where do you want to touch?" Taboli turned its enormous head. "My horns? But Klyent doesn't let me into his library because he fears I'll eat all his books. Actually, I only eat one or two occasionally. Klyent is too angry."
"You really are a child," Freya said, looking at Taboli's peculiar pouting face in disbelief. After thinking for a moment, she added, "I'll go outside; wait for me."
"Okay!"
After a while, Freya went down the stairs and opened the door to step outside.
Compared to the corner she saw in the library, once outside, Freya realized that Taboli's body was almost as large as the nearby building.
Its entire body was covered in soft, snow-white curls, with only its four hooves being grayish-black. Its ears drooped down, and on its forehead were two gray horns with only a few spirals.
The sheep's head was not the slender and tough type of an adult sheep but rather round, and Freya could even vaguely see traces of baby fat.
At this moment, Taboli crouched on the ground, its enormous shadow covering most of the building.
The soft wool emitted a fresh and sweet scent as it was blown by the wind outside.
Freya walked up to Taboli and looked up at the giant creature, feeling a ripple in her heart. She reached out her hand and gently waved.
"Then I'll touch it."
"Go ahead," Taboli blinked. "Shirley used to roll around on me all the time. I just didn't like being tickled; she always liked to cling to my belly."
Ignoring its subsequent words, Freya lightly placed her palm on its left forelimb, and instantly her hand sank into the soft wool, a warm sensation spreading from her hand.
It was not as hard as she had imagined; Taboli's flesh was very soft, almost like jelly.
However, a strange expression appeared in Freya's eyes.
'Indeed, it is an Ancient Beast.'
When Taboli had looked at her from the library earlier, she sensed a familiar aura, an ancient presence that existed in her inherited memories.
What surprised her even more was that Klyent had actually raised a living Ancient Beast in her secret realm.
Freya couldn't fathom how much more shock Klyent could bring her.
This is something of significant research value. If the outside wizards knew about it, it would become a specimen on the Experiment Table in no time.
Even Freya, if she hadn't already condensed her first form and significantly reduced her need for Bloodline, might be very tempted.
Moreover, the Bloodline she absorbs is not just blood. It is a deeper level of Bloodline power, which, even in small amounts, could be a huge harm to an underage Taboli.
Of course, that is before condensing the first form.
However, with Freya's personality, even if she is tempted, she wouldn't do anything.
First, Taboli could be considered Klyent's pet or a true friend in the real sense. Second, she has a very good impression of this sheep named Taboli.
From its eyes, Freya can read something called purity, which is rare in this world.
"You are really soft," she said as she withdrew her hand and lightly praised.
"Of course! The whole body of Taboli is super soft." Upon hearing Freya's compliment, the sheep immediately began to shake its head happily.
"Alright then."
Freya seemed to suddenly think of something. She looked up at the huge body of the sheep.
"By the way, can you shrink your body?"
"Huh? How did you know I could shrink myself?" Taboli tilted its head in confusion. "This is a secret I just discovered recently; even Klyent and the others don't know!"
"Ha ha, powerful Ancient Beasts can basically change their size. You should have some records of this in the inheritance in your mind," Freya smiled as she looked at Taboli in front of her.
Its enormous body was radiating a white aura, and it was rapidly shrinking. In no time, it had transformed into the size of an ordinary sheep, just reaching Freya's legs.
Taboli hopped a couple of times to adapt to its current size and then asked, "What Ancient Beasts? What inheritance?"
"Hmm?" Seeing the confused look on Taboli's face, Freya frowned slightly. "Didn't some knowledge flood into your mind when you were born?"
"Knowledge?" Taboli thought for a moment and replied seriously, "No? When I first opened my eyes, all I saw was Klyent. Everything I know was taught to me by it."
"Klyent?" Freya thought helplessly of Klyent's rugged face. She wondered what this guy could possibly teach.
'Could it be that the inheritance was unexpectedly interrupted? There seems to be instances of this in the memories of the King Cobra Legacy.'
In Ancient Times, as long as a creature possessed intelligence, it generally had its own special method of inheritance. When offspring were born, various survival knowledge and bestowed names would be sealed and implanted into their minds. As the offspring grew, these inherited memories would gradually awaken.
The Ancient Inheritance passed down by Human Wizards preserved this method in a special form, creating their own legacy.
However, there were some exceptions in Ancient Times that caused offspring to unexpectedly lose this opportunity for inheritance. For example, if the parents died right after the offspring were born or if the parents themselves were Ancient Beasts that grew without undergoing enlightenment due to special reasons, most of them possessed very little intelligence and were often just powerful beasts.
Of course, these cases were extremely rare; according to the memories of the King Cobra, they were almost impossible to occur.
But now it seemed that Taboli might be one such special case.
However, it seems that there have been no negative cases like the latter. Perhaps it is truly a result of Klyent's education.
She had previously thought about referencing some of Taboli's inherited memories to gain knowledge about ancient matters. After all, the inheritance of each species is different, and even for a Forest King like the King Cobra, there are many things that have been lost.
But now it seems that there are no gains as imagined.
Seemingly puzzled by Freya's deep thoughts, Taboli blinked and leaned forward to nibble at her clothing hem.
"Mm?" Freya, interrupted in her thoughts, paused for a moment before coming back to her senses. "What?"
"Freya. What is Ancient Inheritance?" It asked with an innocent expression. "What is it? Is it tasty? Klyent didn't tell me."
Hearing its question, Freya reached out to pat the sheep's head and smiled.
"Oh, that's a special kind of knowledge. You won't understand it yet; I'll tell you when you grow up a bit."
"Okay." Taboli nodded, seeming to understand only partially. It appeared to remember something and asked curiously, "By the way, Freya, you still haven't told me what you're doing here."
"I'm here to find some very important information," Freya replied directly. "Well, I'm going now."
Since the sheep had no inherited knowledge, she didn't plan to waste any more time.
"Alright then." Taboli nodded understandingly. "No one has come here for a long time; aside from those big silly ones, I haven't had anyone to keep me company. If you get tired, you can come play with me; I'll be outside."
The big silly ones it referred to were probably that group of White Deer.
"I will." Freya smiled, noticing that Taboli seemed a bit lonely; otherwise, there wouldn't be such strong curiosity.
After all, for most children, encountering a stranger would likely invoke caution rather than the unguarded demeanor of Taboli, who even allowed a wizard to touch her.
After promising Taboli, Freya turned and walked toward the library.
Back in the library, she could clearly see the lush green grassland outside through the window, where a white sheep was happily chasing a white butterfly overhead.
Shaking her head lightly, Freya casually pulled out a book to read.
She had too many questions about what happened in ancient wars, as well as the specific locations of the Guardian of the King Snake and Stardust Prairie, all of which needed to be uncovered one by one.
Klyent's library was vast, filled with a rich variety of knowledge, though it could also be quite chaotic.
It should be noted that Klyent's explorations of ruins and tombs were aimless, leading to a wide array of books being collected.
These included not only works by Ancient Wizards but also many collections of poetry and history from mortals, covering nearly every era.
This presented a significant workload for Freya.
After two full hours, even with her exceptionally sharp mind, she had only managed to find a few clues.
It was in a book written by a sage among mortals based on his own experiences that she discovered what could be interpreted as a vague prophecy.
"The void is burning, the earth falls into nothingness. From the Wrath of the Void, all living beings turn to ash. The Eclipsed Red Moon descends, and the world falls apart," followed by an ambiguous date and time.
Freya gently stroked the slightly crisp book, frowning slightly.
"It seems this time is exactly ten years before the ancient war. What is Wrath of the Void? Eclipsed Red Moon? It appears to be from another world."
The author of this book claims to be the only sage of the Black Hasa Empire, possessing the ability to understand the past and foresee the future, and has invented many wondrous tools that greatly aided his country.
However, judging by Freya's experiences from this book, this sage seems to be merely a mortal who has never encountered a wizard in his lifetime.
Perhaps he has some talent, but it wouldn't be as exaggerated as described in the book.
"For now, I can take this as a reference."
After placing the book back on the shelf, Freya lightly relaxed her body.
Although the air and lighting on the second floor were quite good, maintaining one position while searching for information had made her feel somewhat fatigued, even if her body was not uncomfortable.
She walked to the window and gazed into the distance.
The emerald green grassland seemed perpetually calm, under the Azure Sky, with fluffy white clouds quietly floating by.
At the edge of the grassland, in that hazy area, she could vaguely see a dark gray mountain range stretching out.
In front of the building, that isolated wooden door still stood far away, revealing a valley shrouded in white mist.
Freya glanced around and noticed that the playful sheep Taboli and that large group of White Deer were nowhere to be seen; they had vanished without a trace.
The entire world was quiet, with only the sound of the wind gently blowing against the windmills, creating a soft rustling noise.
After resting for a moment, she walked back to the bookshelf she had just looked at and pulled out a book she hadn't read.
Suddenly, a thin gray booklet fell to the ground with a 'thud!'
Freya bent down to pick it up and had just placed it back when a black book caught her eye.
The cover of the book featured a giant white wolf, with two red Thin Lines winding around its shoulder armor, fluttering in the wind.
The giant wolf stood atop a snowy mountain, its silver eyes gazing into the distance.
"My Journey of the Heart—Unolthas (Wanderer)." Freya softly read the title of the book. "Wanderer, what is this?"
Curious, she pulled out the book and gently opened it. (To be continued.)
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