Chapter 389:

The pupils of that eye were oddly horizontal squares, slightly constricted, as if to see Freya in the library.

Freya, who was staring at her, stood in place, frowning slightly.

Just as she was about to do something, a milky and slightly hoarse child's voice came from outside the window.

"Who are you, a gift from Cranet?"

As if she didn't expect the owner of this eye to speak, Freya was stunned for a moment, and then said.

"I'm a friend of Crane, not a gift from you, who are you?"

The eyes left the window, revealing snow-white curls, and with two 'bangs', a huge sheep's head appeared in Freya's field of vision.

The sheep's pink nose leaned in front of the window and sniffed lightly, and suddenly the whole library 'whew' and blew a sweet strong wind.

Thankfully, the bookshelves don't seem to have been blown away by witchcraft.

The strong wind caused the blonde hair in Freya's ears to rise slightly, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm Polly, you smell of Ciri, and since you're a friend of Cranet, we're friends too."

After sniffing, Polly the sheep withdrew his nose and looked at Freya curiously.

And Freya can vaguely feel from these two sentences that this sheep does not seem to be very old, only four or five years old.

Polly on the sign on the handrail of the stairs before seemed to be this little guy.

"Of course, I'm Freya, and we'll be good friends from now on." Freya smiled softly and walked to the window.

"I have never seen a sheep this big. Can you let me touch you? ”

"Touch? It's not impossible to touch me. Polly did not immediately refuse Freya's sudden request, but said with some twists. It's just that I'm afraid of itching, you have to be gentle. ”

Seeing a sheep's face with a twisted expression, Freya just smiled slightly.

"Hehe, no problem, I promise."

"And where do you want to touch it?" Polly spun his huge head. "My little horn? But Crane wouldn't let me into his library, saying he was afraid that I would eat all his books, but in fact I only ate one or two copies once in a while, and Crane was too stingy. ”

"Sure enough, it's a child." Freya looked at the strange appearance of Polly's mouth speechlessly, and thought for a moment. "Then I'll get out. You wait for me. ”

"Good!"

Soon. Freya descended the stairs and pushed open the door to the outside.

Compared to the corner seen in the library, Freya, who came outside, saw all of Polly's appearance and realized that the sheep's body was about the same size as the building next to it.

The whole body is covered with soft curly hairs of snow-white. Only the limbs are grayish-black. Both ears drooped. On the forehead are two small gray horns, the threads on which are almost only a few turns.

The sheep's head is not as strong and slender as that of an adult sheep, but round. Even Freya could faintly see a hint of baby fat.

At this point, Polly was crouching on the ground, and a huge shadow covered most of the building.

The soft wool is blown by the wind outside, exuding a fresh sweet smell.

Freya walked up to Polly and looked up at the huge creature with a ripple in her heart, and she reached out and waved it gently.

"Then I touched it."

"Touch it." Polly blinked. "Ciri used to roll around on me a lot, but I'm afraid of itching, and she always likes to stick to my stomach."

“”

Ignoring its words, Freya gently covered her palm over its left forelimb, and suddenly her whole hand sank into the soft wool, and a warm feeling came from her hand.

Not as hard as expected, Polly's flesh is very soft, almost jelly-like.

It's just that there is an inexplicable look in Freya's eyes.

'Sure enough, it's an ancient creature'

When Polly looked at her from the library just now, she felt a familiar aura, an ancient aura that existed in the memory of inheritance.

And what she never expected was that Crane actually raised a living ancient creature in his secret realm.

Freya didn't know how much more shock Crane could inflict on herself.

This kind of thing with great research value, if it is known by wizards outside, will become a specimen on the experimental bench in minutes.

Even Freya, if it weren't for the fact that she had already condensed the first form, and the need for bloodlines had been greatly reduced, she might have been very excited.

And the bloodline she absorbed did not refer to the blood alone, but the deeper bloodline power, even if it was a small amount, it was a great harm to the minor Polly.

Of course, that was before the first form of condensation.

However, in terms of Freya's character, she is heart-warming and will not do anything.

First, Polly may be Kleant's pet or a real friend, and second, she still has a very good impression of Polly, a little sheep.

From its eyes, Freya could read something called purity, which was rare in this world.

"You're so soft." Retracting her hand, Freya exclaimed softly.

"Of course, Polly's whole body is soft." The little sheep shook his head when he heard Freya's praise, and looked very happy.

"Okay."

As if something had suddenly occurred to Freya, she looked up at the huge body of the sheep.

"By the way, can you shrink your body?"

"Huh, how do you know I'm going to shrink myself?" Polly tilted his head in confusion. "This is a secret that I only recently discovered, and even Crane and the others don't know about it?"

"Hehe, powerful ancient creatures can basically change their body shape, you should have this kind of record in the inheritance in your head." Freya smiled and looked at Polly in front of her.

Its entire huge body was emitting a white halo, and its body was rapidly shrinking, and in a short time it became the size of an ordinary little sheep. Only to Freya's legs.

Polly jumped twice to adjust to his current body size, and then asked.

"What ancient creatures? What heritage? ”

"Huh?" Looking at Polly's confused eyes, Freya frowned slightly. "Didn't you have some knowledge in your head when you were born?"

"Knowledge?" Polly thought for a moment and said seriously. "No? As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Cranet, and everything I knew was what it taught me. ”

"Cranet?" Freya was speechless at the thought of Cranet's rugged face, wondering what this guy could teach.

'Could it be that there is an accidental fault in the inheritance?' There seems to be a memory of such an instance in the Kingsnake lineage'

In ancient times, as long as it was a creature with intelligence. Basically, they all have their own special inheritance methods. When the cub is born, all kinds of survival knowledge and the name given to it are poured into the cub's mind in the form of a seal, and as the cub grows, these inherited memories and knowledge will slowly awaken and open.

And the ancient inheritance handed down by human wizards is to preserve this method in a special form and form something of its own.

But. There were some exceptions in ancient times. Let the cubs unexpectedly lose this opportunity for inheritance. For example, most ancient creatures whose parents died when the cub was born, or whose parents grew up without being enlightened by wisdom for special reasons, had very little wisdom. There are even more powerful beasts.

Of course, these cases are very rare, and according to the memories of the king snake, they are basically very rare.

But now it seems that Polly was this special accident,

However, it seems that there are no bad cases of the latter, and perhaps they are really the result of Kleant's education.

She had also thought about referring to some of Polly's inheritance memories to gain some knowledge of ancient aspects, after all, the inheritance of each creature was different, and even the king of the forest, the king of the forest, had many things missing.

However, it seems that there is no expected harvest now.

As if bewildered by Freya's deep thought, Polly blinked, stuck his head out and bit the hem of her dress.

"Huh?" Freya, who was interrupted from her train of thought, was stunned for a moment, and then came to her senses. "What?"

"Freya, what is the ancient inheritance?" It said with an innocent expression. "What's that, is it delicious, Kleant didn't tell me."

Hearing its question, Freya reached out and touched the little sheep's head and smiled.

"Oh, that's a unique kind of knowledge, you don't understand it now, I'll tell you when you grow up."

"Okay." Polly nodded as if he didn't understand, it seemed to remember something, curious. "By the way, Freya, you haven't told me what you're doing here."

"I'm here to find some very important information." Freya said directly. "Well, I'll go now."

Since the little sheep didn't pass on knowledge, she didn't plan to waste any more time.

"Okay then." Polly nodded sensibly. "No one has been here for a long, long time, and there is no one to accompany me except for those stupid big ones, if you are tired, you can play with me, I am outside."

The stupid big ones it was referring to were probably the white deer.

"I will." Freya smiled, and she could see that Polly seemed to be a little lonely, otherwise he wouldn't have been so curious.

After all, for most children, the first thing to do when they encounter a stranger is to be wary, not to be unsuspecting like Polly and let a wizard touch him.

After agreeing to Polly, Freya turned and walked towards the library.

Re-entering the library, through the window, she could clearly see the turquoise grassland outside the building, a small white sheep happily chasing a white butterfly overhead.

Shaking her head slightly, Freya casually pulled out a book and read it.

She had too many curiosities about what happened in the ancient war, as well as the place guarded by the king snake and the specific location of the stardust field, all of which needed to be found out one by one.

Kleant's library is very large, and the knowledge in it is also very rich, or rather messy.

It is important to know that the ruins and tombs that Crane explored were purposeless, which led to a wide variety of books obtained.

Not only ancient wizard stuff, but also many mortal poetry collections and historical and academic knowledge can be found in almost every era.

This creates a very large workload for Freya.

So much so that for two days, even her super-thinking brain only found a trace of clues.

It was found in a book written by a wise man in the mortal world based on his own observations, and it can also be said to be a vague prophecy.

'The sky is burning, the earth is plunged into nothingness, the wrath from the void turns all living beings to ashes, the eclipse of the red moon descends, and the world falls apart' followed by a vague date and time.

Freya gently stroked the somewhat crispy book, frowning slightly.

"This time seems to be exactly the first ten years of the ancient war, what is the anger of the Void, the Dark Eclipse of the Red Moon? It seems to be a different world. ”

The author who left this book claimed to be the only wise man in the Hesa Empire, who was said to have the ability to understand the past and foresee the future, and also invented many magical tools that helped his country greatly.

However, from the experience of this book, it seems that this wise man is only a mortal, and he has never been in contact with a wizard in his life.

Maybe it's a bit talented, but it's not as exaggerated as the book says.

"For the time being, you can use it as a reference to write it down."

Placing the book back in her hand on the shelf, Freya gently soothed herself.

Although the air and lighting on the second floor are very good, I have been in a posture for two days to search for information, although I am not unwell, but I am also a little tired.

She walked to the window and looked into the distance.

This turquoise grassland seems to be always calm, and the blue sky is like a cloud of cotton floating quietly.

At the end of the grassland, dark gray mountains could be seen faintly in the blur.

Directly in front of the building, the isolated wooden door remained far away, and the valley with a white mist lingered.

Freya glanced around and saw that Polly the sheep and the large herd of white deer who had been playing had disappeared and that there was no shadow of them.

The whole world was silent, except for the slight sound of the wind blowing on the windmills around it.

After a short break, she walked over to the bookshelf she had just read again, pulling out a book she hadn't read.

'Smack! ’

Suddenly, a thin gray booklet was brought down and dropped to the ground.

Freya bent down to pick it up, and just as she put it on, a black book suddenly appeared in her sight.

The cover of the book is a giant white wolf, and two thin red lines linger on the sides of the white wolf's shoulder armor, fluttering in the wind.

The giant wolf stood on a snowy mountain, his silver eyes staring into the distance.

"The Journey of My Heart - Unor. Sass (Wandering Hunter). Freya softly read the name of the book. Wandering hunters, what is it? ”

Intrigued, she pulled out the book and opened it gently. (To be continued......)