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Chapter 267:

The night breeze blows her long hair, and the city is faintly lit in the distance.

Freya walked to the tree not far from the room and quietly looked at the small mercenary station.

Although the number of people is still very lacking for the former Castle of Grimm, it is probably the top team in the Dragon Harbor.

Because in her mental induction, there are as many as ten people in this mercenary station who have knight-level strength, and there are four knights at the peak.

This level of combat power is terrifying in remote areas.

You must know that in the original Castle Green, the knight level was only in the single digits, and it still belonged to the top management.

"It seems that my father has been working hard all these years, but it's a pity that Eric doesn't have wizarding talent, otherwise, my Green family"

Freya sighed slightly.

Speaking of which, her talent was also acquired through time travel and accident, and in this energy-barren place, unless she was very talented, it was difficult for a wizard's talent to be stimulated.

However, even if it is stimulated, without the identification and guidance of a wizard to study in the academy, I am afraid that it will only be able to live a lifetime.

As for Eric's talent, Freya was also expected, but it was inevitable that there would be some pity in her heart.

If there is another wizard in the Green family, even if he is not a wizard or a third-class apprentice, then he can stand in this Rudin Empire, and maybe he can become a new great force, and he will not live up to the vow he made when he left the castle.

Standing in the dark shadows of the trees, Freya was thinking wildly.

'Click'

The sound of crisp leaves being trampled on, and a large figure of majestic figure approached not far away.

Freya looked up and smiled a little.

"Damstin, haven't you slept yet?"

The light of the fire on the watchtower shone faintly on Dumstin's somewhat hideous face, but this face was full of guilt.

"Miss, I didn't protect the boy in the first place, you," said Damstin softly in a dull voice.

Freya interrupted his next words with a wave of her hand, chuckling

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be an intermediate knight now."

"Yes," Darkstin nodded.

"Well, here's this for you."

As she spoke, Freya suddenly threw a blue pill at him, which was quickly caught by Darmsteen.

"Miss, this is?"

"The two dark wounds on your body have been there for a long time, this is a healing medicine, take it."

After hearing Freya's words, Damstin, who was still confused, threw the pill into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

Seeing Damstin take the pill without hesitation, Freya nodded in satisfaction and continued.

"Eric's matter, I already know, it's not your fault, and besides, the injury he is suffering now can be regarded as a stronger motivation for the future, you don't have to ask me for guilt."

"But the young master's legs and hands," Damstin looked gloomy.

"Everything will be okay after all." Freya smiled lightly. "By the way, where are Howard and Nick's graves, I want to go and see them."

Although he didn't know the meaning of Freya's previous sentence, Damstin replied anyway.

"In the woods next to the station, I'll take you there."

"Hmm." Freya nodded slightly.

Under the dark night sky, the two slowly walked towards the woods.

Soon, two low tombs appeared in front of the two men, and in front of the tombs was a black stone tablet with words written in the Byronic language.

"To my brother, Howard. Bailey-Andrei. Green. "To my brother, Nick. Robin Andrey. Green"

The corners of the handwriting are sharp, and it can be seen that the baron carved it directly with a sharp sword.

Freya looked at the two tombs silently, stretching out her hand and rubbing it against the stone tablet.

The scenes of the past flashed in front of her eyes, as if they were yesterday, and for a while a certain emotion made Freya feel a little depressed.

Damstin stood behind Freya, silently watching the girl who had grown up.

After a long time, as if he had thought of something, he felt a slender package from his chest.

"By the way, miss, Nick asked me to give you this thing when I left."

"Oh?" Freya took a deep breath and turned slightly to take the package.

Untie it, and a small, delicate dagger lies silently inside.

There was also a red gem embedded in the end of the grip, and in Freya's eyes, this dagger could only be regarded as a decorative thing, used to hurt people, it was too conspicuous, and it was thought to be a gift from Nick to her.

"That guy"

Stroking the ruby at the end, Freya slipped it around her waist and asked Damstin.

"Does Nick have any other relatives in Byron?"

"This," Damstin thought for a moment. "I remember that Nick was met by chance in a small alley in the territory of the baron, and he was trained at the castle because of his dexterity, so I don't think there should be any."

"Oh, got it"

Freya nodded, looked at the two graves again for a moment, and then turned to leave.

By the time I got back to the station, half an hour had passed.

According to Freya's calculations, the baron, who was in a better constitution at this time, should have almost woken up.

Let Damstin go back to rest, and Freya will go back to the room alone.

In the room, the baron sat at the table with a blank face, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of Freya's footsteps suddenly woke him up, and the baron looked up at Freya with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Freya, on the other hand, looked at him with a calm gaze.

The two were silent for a moment, and the baron spoke with difficulty as he touched his well-recovered eyes.

"Freya, have you come into contact with those mysteries?"

"Yes, father." Freya nodded in acknowledgement.

Although he had vaguely expected this miraculous change in his daughter, after it was really confirmed from Freya's mouth, the baron didn't know what to say for a while.

He looked back at Erik, who had good legs and normal hands, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I didn't expect what those people were saying to be true."

Freya understood who the baron was talking about, in most of the more developed countries, the existence of wizards is not just a legend in the eyes of the country's top leaders, some powerful forces or families of ordinary people even have the shadow of wizards, and the demonic items that appear in the ordinary world are also passed down from the hands of wizards or apprentices.

Looking at the baron's complicated gaze, Freya quietly walked over, leaned over slightly, hugged the baron's body and said softly.

"No matter what I become, I'm your daughter."

Freya's words seemed to unravel the baron, and he patted Freya's hand with his thick palm, stood up and smiled.

"Yes, you're my daughter anyway, so tell me a little bit about the Mysteries."

"Hmm." ……

The conversation between father and daughter had been going on for a long time, and Freya didn't even think she had ever spoken so cordially with the baron.

In Freya's previous impression, the Baron had always been strong and strong, shielding her from the wind and rain with unparalleled might.

Even if she made a serious mistake, the baron quietly took it and solved it one by one.

It can be said that in Freya's eyes, the baron has always been an image of omnipotence.

Now, however, the handsome and powerful father is like a curious person in Freya's narrative, full of yearning for the world she describes.

Of course, the baron also knew that that kind of magical world was accompanied by even worse dangers, which was no longer something that ordinary people could deal with.

Before you know it, the East is beginning to become clear.

The crisp morning breeze blew in front of the two of them.

Some young people who get up early come out of the dormitory at this time and start washing, eating, and exercising.

The morning light shone on the bed through the window of the room, and Eric subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but when he saw his intact left hand, he was stunned for a moment.

He gently stroked his left wrist with his right hand, which was still abnormally bent in this position yesterday, but now it was

And when he moved his gaze to his right leg, suddenly, tears of excitement flowed from the big boy's eyes.

"Is this a dream?"

His voice was a little choked, and his eyes were full of suspicion.

The two men, who had been talking at the table, turned around at the same time when they heard Eric's voice.

The baron looked at the excited Eric, stood up and walked up to him, and said in a gentle tone.

"Eric, you're not dreaming, it's your sister who healed you."

"Sister"

Eric suddenly remembered Freya's words yesterday, and he jerked his head up, his gaze fixed on Freya behind the baron.

"Me"

Looking at Eric, who was so excited that he couldn't speak, Freya smiled, and then said with a straight face.

"Eric, although I helped you get your right leg back, it will take some time to recover, and no one can help you during this period, but I hope that this time you will learn some lessons from your injury and use it as your motivation to move forward, you know?"

"Hmm!" Eric nodded heavily.

"Okay, you need a lot of caloric food to recover your body, I'll ask your little maid to prepare more meat for you later, and the day after tomorrow, you will be able to walk normally."

When Freya spoke of the maid, she winked at Eric.

The baron next to him also understood the meaning of Freya's words and said with a smile.

"Eber is a nice girl, if you like it"

"No, father, it's not what you think." Hearing the two of them laughing, Eric suddenly forgot the excitement of his body's recovery, and his face turned red.

He used to be obsessed with women, but since the fall of the castle, he has been working hard to achieve knighthood as soon as possible and follow Freya's figure.

But emotionally, in fact, in the past few years of experience, it has long become a different way, especially for the sake of the baron and his father-son relationship getting along well.

Seeing Eric's embarrassment, the baron smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't talk about it, you can rest for the next few days, your sister and I still have some things to discuss."

"Yes, father." Eric nodded.

After Freya also explained a few words to Eric, the two walked out of the room.

At this time, there were already people training on the training ground, some mercenary team members were preparing things and wagons, and in the distance, Darmsteen was feeding his war horse with black beans, and sorting out the cross sword and dagger at his waist.

Freya and the Baron walked down the path next to the mercenary station, not bothering them.

Freya narrowed her eyes slightly and whispered to the baron next to her.

"Father, Eric seems to have been doing well in the past few years, almost close to the knight level."

Hearing Freya's comments on Eric, the baron smiled with relief.

"Hehe, that kid has really worked hard since you left, I have checked his physique, I think he can go further than me."

"Yes," Freya looked down, a complicated look in her eyes.

Once the baron had raised her as an heir, even though she was a girl, but now

As if sensing his daughter's abnormality, the baron looked at Freya, who was silent, sighed deeply, put his hand on her head, and stroked it gently.

"When are you going to leave?"

"What?" Freya raised her head slightly, looking at the baron who was much taller than herself, with some puzzlement.

"Hehe, it's okay, since you told me those things, I've understood, your path is different from me and Eric, your world should be more expansive, you shouldn't be bound by us, don't worry, I understand."

The baron put down his hand and touched Freya, pointed around, and continued.

"Look here, this is a few years of hard work with other people, originally I was going to hand it over to you and Eric together, to make some plans for your future, but now it seems that it may only be cheaper Eric that kid"

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Freya didn't know what to say for a while.

"Of course, if I retired, I might have traveled to the places you mentioned, which was originally my dream when I was young, but because of the relationship between my family and your mother, I inherited the title, and of course it's not too late."

The baron smiled and spoke of his dreams.

His meaning was obvious, just to let Freya go her own way with peace of mind.

Understanding the Baron's intentions, Freya exhaled softly and raised her head.

"I'll be out in about a month, and I want to go back to Byron to figure things out and then get out of here."

"Really? Do you need me along? The baron frowned slightly.

Byron, the country that once destroyed Castle Green, although Saladin's occupation did not succeed at that time, it was impossible for the baron and his party to go back.

"No, you don't." Freya laughed. "There might be some minor dangers in that place."

The small danger she spoke of was fatal enough for ordinary people, and the baron understood it.

"Well, then you have to be careful." The baron nodded. "If something goes wrong, just let me know."

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