The environment of the hostel is not very good, but there is nothing to be faulty about going out and about.

The few fighters who had been drinking did not stop because of Freya's entry, and were still talking noisily there.

Freya glanced at the weapons on their bodies, most of them were hunting bows and short blades, and they were also wearing light leather armor, obviously the standard attire of jungle warfare, and their strength was about that of the trainee knights.

A faint smell of blood wafted from them.

Freya can also guess their identities, but none of them have anything to do with her.

After glancing at it, she withdrew her gaze and went up to the second floor with the boy in charge.

The second floor was quieter than the noise on the first floor, and the two of them didn't stop until the door at the end of the hallway.

Open the door and the tidy room was clean and didn't have any smell.

Looking at Freya's scrutinizing eyes, the little boy cleverly walked to the window of the room and opened it, and the last red light of the sunset in the sky shone in.

"My lord, this room has not been occupied by anyone before, and you are the first guest."

Ignoring the little boy, Freya put the suitcase on the ground, looked at it and nodded in satisfaction, then turned and flicked another silver coin into the boy's hand.

"I need to be quiet at night and not let me hear anything else."

"Yes, yes, yes..."Looking at the extra silver coins in his hand, the boy immediately put them away with a smile.

"Let's go down."

When the boy respectfully exited the room, Freya slowly walked over to the table and lit the oil lamp.

In the dim light, she took out the book she hadn't finished in the carriage and continued to read.

With her current strength, she has stood at the top of the ordinary world, but she is still at the bottom of the wizarding world.

There are so many new and incredible things in this world. It's dangerous, but it fascinates her, and it's what keeps her going.

Before you know it, the night sky has covered the earth, and a little starlight dots the night sky.

A breeze blew through the window on Freya's cheeks, and the flames on the oil lamps rippled with it.

She put down the book she had read and rubbed her eyes, which were a little sour.

On the table was food that had been cold.

She pulled out a square biscuit and put it in her mouth. Although it was already cold. But the aroma of scallion oil is still strong.

Savoring the food in her mouth, Freya gradually fell into deep thought.

She has now been promoted to a third-class apprentice, but she still lacks the strength that a third-class apprentice should have.

Although it has melee combat abilities that rival those of third-class apprentices. But the shortcomings are also obvious, and it can't instantly break through the defense of the energy force field.

Most of the third-class apprentices have the ability to optimize their spells, and if Freya doesn't kill them in the first place, she will be overwhelmed by all kinds of strange spells in an instant.

This strength. It's already comparable to some low-level apprentices with demonized items.

In the beginning, if it weren't for Ashburn's attention not being on her. It is estimated that Freya will be directly killed by the result as soon as possible.

This also made her see her own shortcomings, however, because of her own departmental relationship, Al Green Academy, as a war-torn area, actually didn't have many spell models about the positive energy department. Even the ones Freya bought, they were only partial branches related to positive energy.

After all, most wizards of the positive energy system live in a peaceful environment. Even in war-torn areas, most of them are used for logistics or medical purposes.

"This trip to Katya happens to be in the area of peace. Although there are some resources there, it is estimated that there are still some things. Freya thought faintly.

Four days later.

On the wide road to Aguya, a black carriage drove alone.

Driving the carriage was a handsome girl dressed in a lady's hunting costume who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old.

Because of the bumps in the carriage, the girl's thin body shook slightly, and her golden hair swayed in the wind, looking harmless to humans and animals.

The girl was Freya five days after she left the town of Berg.

She held the reins in her hand as she pulled out her map.

According to the map, the city of Katia is located in the middle of Aguya, and it takes two or three cities to reach it on the way.

Freya, who knew where she was, put away her map and looked at the silent woods on both sides of the road.

As she got farther away from the Academy, she felt the more and more peace around her, a feeling of not being disturbed by the chaos of war.

Even if you encounter other carriages on the road, you will not show your intention to take precautions.

This made her heart seem to be tense a lot.

However, this peaceful atmosphere, which lasted for four days, was finally shattered not long after Freya advanced.

Not far in front of her, there was a faint sound of shouting and metal colliding, and a faint smell of blood came.

This made Freya, who was in a better mood, frown slightly.

Without choosing to stop, Freya gently shook the reins in her hand and drove the carriage directly in that direction.

As the distance approached, the shouts of killing became louder and louder.

Freya narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw that it was a group of robbers armed with this miscellaneous weapon, attacking a silver carriage.

The silver carriage had no special signs on it, and it seemed to be just an ordinary horse-drawn carriage.

Two warriors in armor were struggling to resist the bandits' attacks, but there were too many bandits, and even if they had more powerful bodies and swordsmanship than the bandits, they couldn't withstand their numbers.

During the anxiety between the two sides, one of the warriors suddenly shook his body, and a black crossbow arrow was suddenly stuck in his forehead, and then he was hacked to death by the robbers who took advantage of the opportunity, cutting off the last bit of life.

Another warrior was also killed by the robbers without the cover of his companions.

Freya looked at this qiē quietly, and it was not unusual for robbers to rob everywhere.

However, from her point of view, this seemingly ordinary attack in front of her is a little unusual, although the bandits' battle is chaotic, but from their cooperation, it can also be seen that it has been trained for a long time.

And the black crossbow arrows, it is impossible for ordinary robbers to get this forbidden weapon.

By simple inference, Freya can be sure that this was a deliberate act under the guise of robbery.

But even if it was deliberate, she didn't have any special ideas, just a little unhappy about these people who broke her good mood.

After the death of the two obstructing warriors, a large number of robbers swarmed up and quickly pulled a delicate-looking little boy from the carriage.

The little boy looked like he was about ten years old, with brown hair and a little baby fat, and his appearance was very delicate, but at this time he was obviously frightened by the robbers, his facial features were twisted together, and tears flowed down his face.

Freya, who was watching faintly, saw the appearance of the little boy, and her expression changed slightly, because she saw that the boy was wearing a gray robe, and a maple leaf-like mark loomed on the back. (To be continued)