Chapter 187:

Gorgeous living room, peaceful atmosphere.

Freya sat down on the sofa with a calm expression and took a sip of mellow tea.

The countess, dressed in formal attire, was looking at her with some restraint.

After a long time, Freya put down the cup in her hand and smiled.

"It's been a long time since I've tasted like this, it's good."

"If you like it, if you like it." The countess smiled decently. "I don't know...... Did you find what you were looking for? ”

It seems that because of Freya's attitude, she seems to have accepted the arrival of an official wizard in this short period of time.

"Well, found some." Nodding slightly, Freya did not shy away from playing with the black key in her hand.

Thin black threads burst from the surface of the key from time to time as she touched it, and the black light that burst out of it dripped onto the wooden table in front of her with a subtle hissing sound.

The countess glanced at the key slightly, and her eyes lit up, and a chilling sensation appeared on her back.

This made her immediately withdraw her gaze, smiled a little awkwardly, and then cautiously tentatively.

"Congratulations, sir, what are you going to do next?"

"You don't have to worry about that." Freya said lightly, as if her attention was focused on the key in her hand.

But it's true.

Because since holding this key, Freya's constitution seems to have had an unknown effect on it.

So much so that she could actually see the spirit body clearly.

According to what she knew, there were some spells and runes that could make people look directly at the spirits, but they were not intuitive.

Even the Hilt Goatman Dagger Circle that was used before actually didn't have that kind of anomaly. There are also many limitations.

However, this key is different.

Freya didn't see even a single trace of runes or circles on it, so she was sure that this thing was not a demonic item, but a power like its own material.

'Is it the Necromantic Crystal, or the Becher Ore?' I guessed slightly. But the current environment did not allow her to do the identification test immediately.

After thinking for a while, Freya remembered that there was a city lord waiting for her in front of her.

Putting the key back into her pocket, Freya thought for a moment and said to the countess.

"I'm going to stay in the city for a while and do some things until I leave."

"Oh? Do you want to stay for a while? It didn't seem that there was a bad feeling because of Freya's neglect, but she showed an inexplicable smile.

Seeing the countess's smile. Freya didn't have to guess to know what she was thinking, but even if she did, she didn't care.

"That's right, what I promised you is still valid."

"Uh... It's my pleasure to help adults, though. But there is also a very important thing that needs you... She said with a look of remembrance. That was three years ago, and Raymond wasn't so rich, I ......"

Freya frowned slightly as she looked at the countess's narration, and although she knew that this was the malice peculiar to some nobles, she still nodded heavily on the table and got up.

"Lord Angelia, I'm a little tired, if you can, please send me a letter."

Her time was not very tight, though. But don't want to waste it on this nonsense.

And she was now convinced that the lord of the city seemed to be an aristocrat for a long time, and had long forgotten the rigorous and quick way of doing things during his apprenticeship.

“……”

It seems to know its own mistakes. The countess was stunned, then stood up as well.

However, she looked at Freya's back as she was leaving, opened her mouth, and finally did not speak.

However, Freya, who was just about to leave, seemed to think of something. Suddenly he turned around and took out the black key......

"That's right, Lord Castle. Do you know where this key came from? ”

"This?" She looked at what was in Freya's hand, and the key didn't appear to be the one he had just seen. Like an ordinary slender key, it didn't give her the weirdness she just had.

After thinking for a while, she seemed a little uncertain. "The style of this key is very ordinary... However, I think I've seen it in the library before. ”

"Oh? Are you sure? Freya raised an eyebrow slightly in confirmation.

She found it in the castle, and it was probably recorded.

She thought for a moment and nodded heavily. "Yes, I did see it on an illustration of a book in the library."

"Very well, then I can borrow your library, no problem." Freya said with a slight smile.

"Of course, of course." The countess smiled and hurried.

"Well, thank you very much." Nodding slightly, Freya didn't immediately go to the library to investigate, but turned and left the living room.

She's just scratching a clue now, and that's a little more important than where the key came from......

Thirty minutes later.

Outside of Raymond, on the eastern outskirts of a village.

It's a place where there aren't many people.

Even the trail leading to this side is overgrown with dense weeds.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, and in this deserted place, a slender shadow slowly walked in the distance.

Stepping on the weeds on the path, Freya slowly stopped, squinting slightly at the ruined village not far away.

The village has long been uninhabited, and the wooden huts have more or less decayed and broken holes due to time.

Some remote houses are even wrapped in crazy vines, and it is impossible to see the original appearance.

"This is it." She muttered under her breath.

Then he walked straight to the village.

The white robes made a subtle rustle over the weeds.

As I entered the village, I felt more and more desolate here.

Walking among the houses, Freya glanced around.

Suddenly, she stopped, and walked briskly towards a house.

The wooden door was closed, and the decayed wooden door could still be faintly visible from the red paint marks that had been painted on it.

Freya reached out and nudged lightly.

'Smack'

The door was lightly opened, and two pieces of broken wooden deadbolts fell to the ground.

The room was basic. There was only a table and bed, but the walls were covered with bows and arrows and rusty blades, but they were covered in white cobwebs.

It is estimated that the former owner was a hunter.

Sweeping her gaze roughly across the room, Freya slowly walked towards the only bed in the room, leaving a clear line of footprints on the gray-white earth.

'Whew. ’

I don't know how many years of thin black quilt. It was directly opened by Freya.

A black corpse lying on the bed was revealed.

'Gah!! ’

Outside the door, there was a sharp and shrill crow, followed by the incitement of the wings of birds.

Ignoring it, Freya calmly looked at the dried corpse, and then took out some golden fine sand from her waist pouch and evenly placed it on top of the dried corpse.

'Hiss......'

As soon as the fine sand touched the corpse, a sound suddenly appeared.

The mouth that had been closed suddenly opened with a 'click'.

A black, snake-like plume of smoke suddenly emerged.

However, as soon as the smoke came out, it was directly grasped by Freya in the palm of her hand.

The smoke twisted and swung in Freya's hands as if it were alive.

But Freya smiled.

A muffled chant spell quickly erupted from his mouth. A subtle black light slowly lit up in the palm of his hand.

The distorting black smoke slowly curled up in this light, and after a while, a black particle the size of a grain of rice appeared in Freya's palm.

"This kind of pure negative energy aura and spell casting traces must have been done in a hurry, but it's just time to try and see if you can extract a little useful information from it."

Looked around. She took out a clear glass bottle and carefully placed the energy crystal inside, plugging it on.

This village is the village where a strange plague occurred thirty years ago.

Because it was an emergency, and the management at the time may have closed it off for convenience.

At that time, even the soldiers did not dare to approach the source of the plague, let alone burn it, so it was directly abandoned.

Get out of this house. Freya followed the aura of energy to find several other intact corpses.

Fifteen minutes later.

Freya returned to the entrance to the village.

At this time, there were already seven or eight black particles in the clear glass bottle in her hand, and the first one that had condensed seemed to be slowly stretching and turning into smoke again. Crawling like a wriggling and twisting worm on the wall of the bottle.

Gently shaking the contents of the bottle, she looked satisfied.

With these things, and using some other tricks, if that person didn't leave the range of Raymond City, then he would definitely be able to detect it.

After all, in all wizards. If it is not deliberately hidden, the wizards of the necromantic system are the most obvious in terms of energy and aura.

Glancing at the deserted village again. Freya turned away......

Two hours later.

Inside Freya's rented estate.

At this time, the manor room was much more crowded than when she left early in the morning.

Many of the new furniture and crafts were placed in the right place by the designers.

This is what the countess meant.

Originally, she wanted Freya to move to the castle. However, when Freya refused, she ordered someone to buy some valuables here.

And in addition to the guard named Jace, she also hired two well-behaved maids to take care of Freya's daily life.

Of course, it doesn't make any sense to these Freyas.

She had intended to stay here for a while, and even if the countess didn't, she would have hired some servants.

In the manor, in a room that had been temporarily converted into a laboratory.

Freya, who had stripped off her robe, was holding a charcoal pen and carefully carving something on the real platform.

Next to her, in addition to the glass bottle with the writhing smoke, was the black key and some special little wooden boxes.

There was a rustling sound from time to time inside the chest, and occasionally a slender tail could be seen through the gap.

After a long time, Freya exhaled softly and put away the charcoal.

As for rune carving, although she is not a master now, she is not comparable to ordinary wizards.

Looking at the rune circle in front of her, she paused, then took out a pair of silver tweezers, opened the bottle, and pinched out a writhing smoke. (To be continued)