Chapter 405:

'Woo-'

The sound of a conch, which seemed to have expanded countless times, suddenly sounded in this sea area.

Then, the calm sea seemed to boil, and in the deep seabed, huge black shadows quickly swam towards the surface of the sea with an indescribable dangerous aura.

"Intruder!! It's an invader of human wizards! ”

"Damn two-legged creatures!! How dare you break into this sea without knowing whether you are alive or dead! It seems that you didn't learn enough lessons last time! ”

"Kill her! Hang her head on the gates of the main city of Fits! ”

A hazy spiritual message reached her ears.

Freya quietly looked at the many dark shadows that were about to surface, and frowned slightly.

"Speaking of which, I remember that the original source of the Sea Clan seems to have evolved from the army left over from the invasion of the wizarding world in the sea world in ancient times, although it has been so many years, it seems that it has not yet recognized its identity, so it's good."

With a deep groan, she reached out and gently brushed it against the surface of the sea.

'Hiss'

The originally boiling sea water magically calmed down, and those huge black shadows under the sea disappeared strangely with Freya's movements like erased paper.

In a short time, the entire sea area was completely silent, and even the deepest underwater city was gone.

Looking calmly at the scene she had created, Freya had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"This is the power under the rules of the world, and the existence of wizards who have not broken through the dawn is meaningless under the power of the rules."

Long. She took another step under her feet, and the scenery around her quickly receded around her.

Speaking of which, she doesn't fully understand the rules of the wizarding world now, and only a small part of what she is as a king snake has.

But, even if you only grasp a little, it is very scary for most people in this world.

The reason why the strange situation of those disappeared sea tribes just now was just that Freya used the rules to eliminate them from the wizarding world.

They didn't really disappear, but were banished into the gap between the wizarding world and other worlds.

If you divide it by level, Freya doesn't know what level she belongs to.

There seems to be no such thing as her in the history of wizards so far, not even the inheritors of the ancient era who reached the apex and became the king of the forest.

She has been hidden in the depths of her soul since she was brought into this world. The power of time that does not manifest itself until the body is assimilated by the power of the world.

The body is the blood of the king snake that represents life and rainstorm. There is also the wind of annihilation of the soul attribute.

The combination of these factors is what Freya looks like now.

'Smack! ’

Feet on a solid stone slab.

Freya looked around, it was a huge harbor with a few scattered ships moored on the sea.

From time to time, white seabirds flew in the clear blue sky.

It seems to be around the wee hours of the morning. The sun has just risen above sea level. There weren't many people on the streets along the harbor.

Freya exhaled softly. I faintly felt that the temperature was a little colder.

"Is it winter here?"

Frowning, she grabbed it casually. A black coat was snatched out of the void.

Put on an overcoat and wrap the body that is still a black silk skirt,

Freya tightened the fluffy collar around her neck, covering her cheeks as well, and looked to the side.

On one side of the harbor, most of the buildings were tall spires, and in the distance, two black carriages were parked on the side of the bluestone paved road, and in one of the carriages, a stout man in the same black coat and felt hat was getting out of the carriage and entering the coffee shop that opened next to it, and the sound of the door opening was heard.

Freya retracted her gaze, sensed her position for a moment, and headed west......

Twenty minutes later.

Freya's figure appears in front of an ordinary manor in the harbor.

The large black iron gate of the manor was locked, and inside was a pale yellow two-story villa, with a somewhat dry lawn on one side and an empty mahogany weapon rack on it.

In the distance of the lawn are two circular targets, with holes in them indicating that the owner of the villa is still using them.

Freya walked over to the wall next to the iron gate, on which hung a black sign with the number of the road and the name of the owner of the villa.

Gently touching the sign, she exhaled softly, and then went straight through the wall.

In one of the rooms of the villa, a charcoal-lit fireplace gives the whole room a warm feeling.

The floor was covered with a dark red carpet, and in the middle of the blanket was a huge badge with a sword and shield crossed together.

A figure in a red dressing gown was sitting on a couch near the fireplace, sipping warm coffee and reading a newspaper in his hand.

Freya's figure slowly appeared behind the figure, looking at him quietly.

After a pause, she spoke softly.

"Father, I'm back."

“”

Freya's abrupt voice shook the figure slightly, and she immediately got up and turned her head.

"You're Freya?" The baron's eyes widened, and he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and it took him a moment to make sure that it wasn't his hallucination.

"Oh my God." The baron strode around the couch and hugged Freya gently, his voice trembling slightly. "When are you coming back?"

Embraced by the baron, Freya could clearly smell the familiar smell of him.

After a long time, the baron let Freya go and looked at her in silence, as if he was looking at something.

In Freya's eyes, the baron's originally strong body was no longer there after so many years, and his long golden hair was faintly white.

The handsome and serious face also showed deep traces.

That's when Freya felt it. The baron seems to be getting a little old at all this age.

After a long silence, the baron reached out and touched Freya's hair, and sighed.

"You're the same as you were before you left, how about it, do you want to leave when you come back this time?"

"Hmm." Freya nodded slightly. "Probably stay for a while."

"Really?" The baron only smiled at her answer, and then said. "By the way, have you had breakfast? It's been a long time since we've had dinner together for so many years, so tell me about what you're doing outside. ”

"Okay." Freya smiled.

"Then you wait for me. I'm going to change my clothes. ”

Although the baron did not say anything moving. But she could feel the true emotion in the baron's heart, which was the joy of her return.

It's just that the baron's own character hasn't been exposed too much.

Watching the baron hurry out of the room, Freya looked at the couch and campfire beside her, not knowing what to think.

Half an hour later.

The villa's dining room. Changing out of his dressing gown and dressed in cross-dressing, the baron brought plates of delicious meals to the table.

Fruit and vegetable salad, potato and beef stew, buns, and a roast chicken.

Freya sat at the dining table. Looking at the baron's own meal in front of him. Raised an eyebrow.

"Father, don't you have a servant here? What about the others? Eric? ”

She was talking about the people who had followed the Baron to the Dragon's Harbor.

"They're all in the mercenary group." The baron, having finished his meal, returned to the table. "I'll take you to see it when I'm done eating, I forgot to say it. Your brother has fully inherited the mercenary group in the first two years, and is now a busy man. ”

"Really?" Freya sighed. "I didn't expect time to pass so quickly."

"yes." The baron said with the same emotion, and then he smiled slightly. "Okay, let's not talk about that, tell me about your experience over the years, if it weren't for Eric they wouldn't let me out of here, I would have gone out on an adventure a long time ago."

"Hehe, no problem." Freya said happily.

Breakfast is spent in the narrative, and for the baron, Freya herself has nothing to hide.

However, even if she said it clearly, there were many things that ordinary barons could not understand, but this did not affect the communication between father and daughter.

And Freya also learned about their situation in recent years from the baron.

After Freya left, although the mercenary group also experienced a lot of things, fortunately, it did not collapse, but gradually became one of the top mercenary groups in Dragon Port with its excellent strength.

After the Baron retired due to health reasons, Eric became the head of the mercenary group.

With the swordsmanship training method she left behind, Eric has since groped for a trace of the realm of a great knight, and it is not impossible to successfully break through in the near future.

"Great knight," Freya said, with a wistful expression.

Her current height has surpassed that of ordinary people, and even wizards have not many people reached her current level.

For the baron's relieved expression, Freya only had a trace of nostalgia.

After all, if it weren't for the fact that she had now mastered the rules of a small part of the world and could completely isolate her own breath, otherwise, just by looking directly at her, the soul of ordinary people would burn and decompose on its own.

It's as if the sun shines through a condenser on an ant.

Breakfast took more than two hours to settle.

Then, under the Baron's leadership, Freya soon arrived at the headquarters of the mercenary group.

Getting off the carriage, in the open space in the distance, a group of people seemed to be training, and from time to time they let out a general shout.

One of them, a sturdy young man in brown leather armor, was standing at the edge of the clearing, urging solemnly.

Freya felt a faint sense of familiarity in the man.

"That's the eldest son of Damstin, who's seventeen now, and a nice lad." The baron next to him saw Freya's gaze and introduced with a smile.

"Damstin has a son?" Freya was slightly surprised.

"Of course, you don't count how many years you've been on your own." The baron said with a smile.

For this sentence, Freya fell silent for a while.

The wizards' concept of time has had a deep influence on her, and if you calculate carefully, she seems to be almost forty years old now, but because of her appearance, she directly ignores this fact.

After a long time, Freya sighed softly.

"Well, I forgot a little."

"It's okay." The baron waved his hand and smiled. "Time stands still for the Mystic, and I'm proud of you, so let's go meet Eric, he's been a father for a long time."

"yes, okay." Freya nodded.

The two of them walked through the training grounds, and after some roads, they finally came to a huge building.

Entering the building, both men and women wore armor and carried weapons, and they all bowed their heads in respect when they saw the baron coming.

With Freya's eyesight, it can be seen that most of these people are knight-level strength, and there are few weak ones, who seem to be the captain or head of the mercenary group.

After asking one of the mercenaries about Eric's location, the baron led Freya to an empty training room.

Inside, a middle-aged man in a white swordsman suit was training a teenager who was only a little over ten years old.

The man was slender, with short flaxen hair tied up at the back of his head, tied into a small braid, his mouth and chin were slaved by some bearded bruises, and his blue pupils faintly resembled the Baron's youthful appearance.

The boy taught by the man had blonde hair, and although he was dressed in boys' clothes, his face looked as delicate as that of a little girl, and if it weren't for the brown eyes of his pupils, he was almost the same as Freya.

The baron knocked lightly on the door and said loudly.

"Hey, Erik, look who I've brought to see you."

Hearing the baron's voice, Eric turned his head and immediately saw Freya next to the baron.

"Huh? Sister, is my sister back? ”

He took the young man next to him and strode towards this side with a somewhat excited expression.

The boy looked at Freya curiously, showing a puzzled look from time to time.

"Eric, you've grown up." Freya looked at Eric, who had changed, and vaguely remembered the frail, pale and thin young man.

"Yes, sister, I have never forgotten your teachings." Eric exclaimed.

It's just that there is a weird feeling for the middle-aged Eric to shout Sister Freya, who still looks like she is in her twenties.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and pulled the young man behind him.

"Franky, this is your Aunt Freya, you know?"

Frankie tilted his head, a little uncertain.

"Father, shouldn't I call her sister, she looks younger than her mother."

"You kid"

Just as Eric wanted to reproach him, Freya smiled and touched the young man's soft hair absently.

"Don't blame him, Frankie, your name is Frankie, we haven't met, but I am indeed your aunt."

"But you look so young," Frankie said innocently. (To be continued......)