The horror of wizards can be said to be well understood by Angelia, who used to be an apprentice.

If it weren't for her own qualifications, maybe she could have become that kind of being.

But unfortunately, until she was in her twenties, she did not succeed in stepping into the third-class apprenticeship, so that she could only be assigned by her family to become a manager in this kind of city.

It's just that she never imagined that an official wizard would appear here at this time, and she would still need her own help.

Freya, on the other hand, sat quietly on the soft sofa, looking indifferently at the countess, who was less than thirty years old.

Freya was not interested in knowing what she was feeling at the moment, and she continued, glancing at the unconscious young man.

"Of course, the principle of equivalent exchange, on the premise of getting your help, I will pay you the corresponding reward, whether it is magic stones or resources, or conditions, as long as it is in this value, I will satisfy you."

“……”

As if to calm the feelings in her heart, Angelia said slowly in a respectful tone. “… Mistress Freya, I'm only a second-class apprentice, and... Because of time, a lot of knowledge has been forgotten... How can you help me? ”

"Have you wasted your knowledge?" Hearing the countess's words, Freya raised her eyebrows, as if something unexpected about it. "Then you have forgotten the famous life prophecy of your Crimson Forest? I remember it was written in a book on the basics. ”

Looking at the expression on Freya's face, the countess showed a look of shame.

“…… You're very knowledgeable, but I'm sorry..."

This made Freya frown slightly, she was originally a little surprised when she entered the City Lord's Mansion and saw the countess's energy aura. The Crimson Forest is one of the more famous prophetic wizarding schools in the Saint-Dra-Basin, and even apprentice-level wizards can use a certain range of prediction spells.

It's just that the acceptance of the Crimson Forest is not just based on the qualifications of wizards, but also has physical limitations.

However, the words of the countess were heard. But it made her show a faint sense of disappointment.

It's not just the disappointment of finding the necromancer, but also the disappointment that the countess voluntarily gave up her knowledge.

Even though she still retains the energy aura of a second-class apprentice, she is fundamentally insulated from the wizarding world.

With a slight sigh in her heart, Freya waved her hand and said calmly.

"It's okay, it's unavoidable. Do you still have all the records about Raymond City thirty years ago? What I said before is still valid. ”

"Yes, Raymond City is my family's property, and there are anomalous records every month and permanently sealed for easy access. I just didn't know you needed ......," the countess said with some confusion as she looked at Freya in the white robe.

The robes of the wizards represent many meanings, and she happens to know that most of the wizards in the white robes belong to the order-keeping sect, and can be regarded as 'good people' in a certain way. ’

Although Freya appeared out of nowhere and knocked him unconscious until he vomited blood due to Felix's reckless attack, she didn't kill him after all.

This can also be seen from the side that the witch is in line with the meaning of her white robe.

'Maybe it could really be a fair deal,' she thought.

"It's just looking for someone, but since you can't help anymore, you don't need to know the rest." Freya said lightly.

“… Good. The countess nodded knowingly.

It doesn't matter how big or small the wizard's thing is. It can be a big trouble for ordinary people, and since Freya doesn't say it, she doesn't ask.

There was a pause. She stood up and took the initiative. "So...... Lord Freya, please follow me, the materials are in the basement of the castle. ”

"Hmm." Nodding slightly, Freya got up and followed her out of the living room.

For a long time, wait until the figures of the two completely leave. The old man sitting on another sofa exhaled heavily, unconsciously. His black dress was soaked with sweat.

Although the white-robed blonde woman didn't say anything, the countess's respectful tone and magical abilities on display made him deeply understand her identity.

The body was still trembling a little. After a few more deep breaths, he glanced at the young man against the wall before shouting.

"Guards! Guardsman! ……”……

In the dim corridor, there was a faint light.

Two vague figures descended from the stone staircase.

This is the basement of the castle.

Freya followed the countess with an expression on her face.

A faint cool breeze blew on both sides of the road, taking away some of the rotten smell inside.

Neither of them meant to speak, they just walked quietly.

A vague cold feeling was clearly felt by her since she entered this place.

Without guessing, Freya knew that it was a spirit again.

It's just that compared to the gathering place of wizards, the chance of this spirit appearing is much greater, perhaps because this is a mortal place and is not bound by wizards.

Of course, these spirits are harmless to ordinary people, and they are not even perceptible, but for Freya, they can clearly see their existence.

Even though there is not much danger, there is still an impact.

'You still need to study your physique deeply, otherwise it's not a good idea to keep doing this. She thought faintly.

The road is very long, and it is divided into several branches.

If it weren't for the Countess leading the way, it is estimated that those who came for the first time would probably get lost here.

However, from here it is also possible to see a certain kind of Cheng dù of the countess family.

Walked for about twenty minutes.

After pushing open a thick wooden door, the countess leaned open.

"When you get to your lordship, here are all the records from thirty to forty."

Without speaking, Freya nodded lightly and walked directly past the countess and walked in.

'Smack'

With a snap of his fingers, a purple flame appeared out of thin air.

By the light of the flames, Freya could see the general appearance of the place.

It is a large room, built with huge blocks of cyan stone.

Inside, there are three large red bookshelves, and on the shelves are a pile of materials sorted into white boxes.

Freya glanced at it. It was found that the boxes were all dated with a clear date written on them, and they were spotless and exuded a faint coolness, presumably by frequent maintenance.

After a cursory glance at the three bookshelves, Freya nodded in satisfaction.

"Nice, if I find what I'm looking for. In addition to what I said before, I may also promise you one more condition. ”

"Thank you, sir... I... There's still something to be done there, then—" said the countess with some caution.

"Well, step aside." Freya waved her hand casually.

"Yes, sir." With Freya's permission, she bowed slightly. Then hurry out of the stone house.

Listening to the Countess's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Freya casually walked to a bookshelf, picked up the white box at the front and opened it, which contained a stack of specially treated parchment.

It is hard to the touch, but it is also for easy preservation.

The above is recorded every seven days.

Lots of information. Not a problem for Freya, though.

Thirty years may be a third of a life for an average person, but that's only a dozen or so medium-sized experiments for wizards.

Once promoted to a full-fledged wizard, the effective thing of lifespan will be stretched for a long, long time.

Even wizards who no longer move forward can survive for more than three hundred years as long as they take good care of them and do not die unnatural deaths.

And some wizards with special bloodlines may live longer.

So, thirty years, for a full-fledged necromantic wizard, is nothing.

And according to Freya's speculation. The wizard named Franks may still be in or near the city.

Because of the Tapoli conspiracy, the academy would definitely send a hunt down mission to this wizard, so he absconded. Maybe even hurt.

And a necromancer who may have been injured must have a certain difficulty in hiding without leaving a trace.

'Wow'

The sound of parchment opening rang out in the silent stone house.

Purple flames floated silently above her, bringing her light.

After flipping through a lot of information, several strange messages connected together were suddenly seen by her.

On August 7, a large number of dead animals were found in the woods north of the town of Yanyan, all of which appeared to be infected with the virus. The corpse was black and the limbs were rotten. Only the head is intact. ’

On August 14, the bodies of three black-robed men were found in the sewers of Raymond City. The corpse was intact and unwounded, and it was presumed not to be a nearby mercenary. ’

'On August 21st, the Black Scorpion Thieves attacked the village of Blackstone, killing the entire village, and a reward was issued in the amount of 300 gold coins. ’

And then there's the ordinary message.

However, after Freya skipped January, two more messages appeared in front of her eyes.

On October 4, an outbreak occurred in the north of Raymond City, with more than 30 people infected, and the characteristics of the infection were: bloodshot eyes, swollen all over the body, loss of voice, but hyperactivity, and the source of infection is unknown. ’

On October 11, the epidemic improved, and 97 people died. ’

Seeing this, Freya blinked.

According to the description of this information, if it was correct, she might have guessed that it was not an ordinary plague, but a small-scale necromantic sucking technique.

It is a rare healing spell in the necromantic system, which uses the life force of a living person to heal one's own injuries.

It's just that because of the lethality and exposure of this technique, not many necromancers generally like to use it.

It is estimated that Franks had no choice but to use this kind of violence when he was chased and killed by the Academy, but ninety-seven people died, and it seemed that he was seriously injured. Freya analyzed lightly.

However, she was more sure that this guy had indeed appeared here.

Then things will be clear.

Putting down the materials in her hand, just as Freya wanted to pick up another white box.

Next to her hand, a pair of white and tender little feet suddenly appeared there.

"Sister, can you play with me?"

An innocent child's voice reached her ears with an inexplicable cold aura, which immediately stunned her. (To be continued)