Chapter 384:

As she pondered, Freya pulled out a small piece of emerald green leaf from her waist and whispered a spell.

A faint green glow flashed, and Freya tossed the branch towards the sky.

'Whew! ’

The branches began to swell rapidly, gradually taking on the shape of a human.

With the appearance of facial features and limbs, a clone identical to Freya appeared.

After three seconds of stiffening, the doppelganger's face became completely flexible, exactly like the main body.

Feeling the spiritual fluctuations of the second peak emanating from the clone, Freya said with satisfaction.

"Well, then, I'm going to trouble you while I'm away."

"Well, I understand." The doppelganger said calmly.

Freya nodded in satisfaction.

Although the energy of this doppelganger is not as good as a few put into other worlds, as long as she does not experience fierce battles, it is enough to support more than ten years, enough for her to travel back and forth to the capital of illusions......

Three months later.

A white Grand Canyon.

The canyon is flanked by a sea of dark green trees resembling a pine forest, covered with a layer of snowflakes like cotton wool.

A meandering black path separates the sea of trees.

In the dim sky, from time to time, a few huge white birds flew by, making loud birdsong.

In the black lane, a black carriage drove quietly.

The two horses in front of the carriage were covered in thick brown hair and looked much shorter than normal horses.

The horse's back is a fine white crystal particle, and it feels like it is falling when it hangs on the horse's hair.

The driver in front of him sat without any people. But the two ponies were moving forward on their own, looking a little weird.

'Wow. ’

The side door of the carriage was opened, and a faint heat came out of the carriage, and Freya, dressed in a thick white coat, stood in front of the door, looking at the cold place with a slight squint.

She wears a white plush hat on her head, and almost half of her cheeks are buried in it.

As soon as Freya exhaled a breath of hot air, white particles suddenly turned into white and floated in the air.

"It's too cold on this side of the Northlands, but it's the closest distance to the Illusory Capital."

There are too many procedures to go through on the cross-border journey of the airboat, and Freya doesn't want too many people to know that she has left the Blood Eagle Territory, so she can only choose to drive the carriage.

According to estimates. One more day. You'll almost be on the border of the Illusory City, and you'll be greeted by someone from Crane's side.

Perhaps the road is uninhabited all year round, and the wheels of the carriage always make a 'click, click' sound when they run over it.

From time to time, small animals could be seen in the pine forests on both sides, and their fluffy heads came out and looked at her carriage curiously.

I felt the coldness of the meeting. Freya was just about to get back to the warm carriage. Suddenly, a white shadow jumped on the side of the car door.

It was a snow-white rodent. It looks like a ferret but has a pair of long ears, and on its small head it actually wears a white felt hat.

"My name is Hamm, this kind young lady." Some ferrets took off their hats alive. Bend down and be careful. "Can I take a ride in your carriage, it's too cold, I'm going to my grandmother's house, it's over the pine cone forest."

"Oh?" Freya looked at the little guy who jumped into the carriage and laughed knowingly. "The cost of the carriage is not cheap."

"I understand, I understand." The ferret touched it from behind it, pulled out two small red fruits and grinned. "I've got two snaketail nuts here, is that enough?"

Glancing at its dirty little paws, Freya raised an eyebrow.

"Snaketail fruit? Yes, come in. ”

"Thank you, thank you."

Closing the door, the center of the wide carriage was a dark red pillar, exuding warmth.

A white blanket was spread on the floor, a small round table with some scattered white healing and unfinished pastries, and a brown drink with a faint mellow taste.

Freya walked over to the round table and sat down, casually gesturing to the next place.

"So, Hamm, do you want a drink?"

"No, I don't have to." Ferret Hamm sniffed the scent and said with some embarrassment. "I don't have anything left, just some herbs for my grandmother."

"Heh, it's free."

She smiled, took out a white cup, poured some drinks, and sent them to the side.

Looking at the cup on the table, Hamm almost stuck his whole head into it, licked it, and drank the whole drink in a few moments.

It burped, and a pair of rabbit-like ears wagged slightly, looking very pleasant.

"Thank you for your hospitality." It patted its belly, then handed the two snaketail nuts to Freya.

The red snaketail berries have a crystal clear feel and feel soft to the touch and look like jelly.

"Snaketail fruit is a fruit that changes its taste according to the mood of the eater, and it is a specialty of the snowfield, but it is really not common in other places."

In a whisper, Freya wiped the fruit with her hand and threw it directly into her mouth.

A faint bitterness mixed with sweet and sour taste fills the entire mouth, and the taste is not good, but it is not bad either.

"Of course, it was given to me by Sister Alice." Hamm said with a blushing face.

Freya, who had swallowed the fruit after a few casual chews, looked at Hamm's expression strangely, and she wondered how this guy's fluffy face could turn red.

"Who is Sister Alice? Humans? ”

"No, Sister Alice is my neighbor, it's a pinetail rabbit, it's been nice to me since I was a kid, it's just that it seems to like Danny's bad guy, I'm going to grow up"

“”

Freya listened speechlessly to Hamm's chatter, the rabbit-eared marten, which was a little embarrassed at first, but now seemed to let go completely, revealing its somewhat nagging nature.

For the intelligent races of these forests, most of them, except for a few hunters, are treated with kindness.

Occasionally, there are lost human children or creatures that fall into traps, and most of them need to rely on them to get out of danger.

But. Most of these little creatures live in deep forests or secluded environments, and they are rarely seen in human areas.

After all, in a way, these little talking things have always been the favorite toy pets of aristocratic children, and they are very valuable.

And this rabbit-eared mink named Hamm is estimated to have taken the initiative to approach because of its relatively young age and the unique breath of life on Freya's body.

She listened quietly to Hamm's rambling about all sorts of interesting things in the forest, and the dreary carriage did not seem boring.

As the dark sky grew darker and grayer, the carriage that had been driving on the black path suddenly stopped.

The doors open. Hamm jumped out of the carriage. He waved at Freya and quickly sank into the forest.

Freya, who was standing in front of the door, looked at a large tree next to her, and underneath it was a small wooden sign only half a meter high, with the letters 'Pine Cone Forest' written on it.

A crystal snowflake slowly fell from the sky and landed above her head. The wind also seemed to be a little quicker.

Freya looked up. Look at the slightly overcast sky.

"It seems. I can't go in the evening, so let's find a place for the time being. ”

If the wind and snow are heavy at night, even if she is not affected. The two ponies couldn't stand it either.

The door was closed, and the carriage moved on.

Large snowflakes slowly fell, and the black road was buried, and it was white.

Two hours later, the carriage finally found a dilapidated wooden house in a forest and stopped.

At this time, half of the bodies of the two ponies were completely covered with snowflakes, and white air currents erupted from their noses and mouths from time to time, and it seemed that they were almost at their limit.

Freya had fed the two ponies a little, and had built a simple stable to shelter from the wind and snow, and then walked towards the hut with her suitcase.

'Click. ’

The wooden door was pushed open, and Freya entered the cabin.

There was nothing in the hut, it was covered with thick white dust, and the floor was rotten, and there was a 'crunch, crunch' sound when you stepped on it.

There was also a large hole in the roof on the left, and the snowflakes had accumulated from the hole.

Seeing the environment here, Freya frowned slightly, but still snapped her fingers slightly.

A cyan wind stream quickly blew all the dust off the wooden house and flew out through the large hole in the roof.

Then she took out a seed and pressed it on the walls of the wooden house.

'Snort. ’

A green glow flashed, and the large hole in the roof began to close, and it was not long before it was completely filled.

After repairing the hut, she picked up some dry firewood and put it in the middle of the hut and lit a fire.

The orange-yellow firelight gradually warmed up the otherwise cold wooden house.

Freya took an iron stand and pieces of meat from the suitcase, set them on the fire, sprinkled them with ingredients, and roasted them.

After a while, the faint aroma of meat mixed with the spicy smell slowly diffused.

She stretched out her hand and tore off a little strip of meat and put it in her mouth, it was still a little raw, but it tasted good.

The wind and snow outside the hut seemed to be heavier, and in a moment, a thick snowdrift had accumulated on the stables not far away, and two ponies snuggling up to each other for warmth could be faintly seen.

After eating the barbecue and making some broth with mushrooms, vegetables and meat pieces, Freya walked to the window of the wooden house with the hot soup in her hand.

Even though it was night, the white snowflakes drifting in the sky were still clearly visible.

She took a gentle sip of the broth and exhaled a hot breath.

Outside, in addition to the snowflakes that were still falling, there was a faint roar of wild beasts, as if something was still hunting in this weather.

In this atmosphere, Freya's heart also seemed to calm down, away from the life of a wizard, away from all kinds of hustle and bustle, very comfortable.

"No wonder there are so many wandering wizards, this kind of life is really good."

After drinking the broth, which had cooled down, she turned back to the fire for her daily meditation routine.

Even if she envied this life, it was not enough for Freya.

Her ideal is to travel through various magical worlds, find the truth of the world, understand the secrets of her coming to this world, and protect the people she cares about.

Therefore, this kind of life is only a small part of her life, and continuing to strengthen herself is the foundation for achieving her ideals.

Time passed gradually, and the snowflakes that had been drifting stopped at some point.

The clouds cleared and the bright sun slowly climbed into the sky.

Projected through the windows into the wooden house.

Wisps of green smoke rose from the burning fire, and Freya opened her eyes.

The night's meditation didn't make her feel tired, and she soothed her somewhat stiff body, and she got up from the floor.

When I opened the wooden door, a small pile of snow poured in, and it was half a meter high.

The stables in the distance were also almost buried in snowdrifts.

This made Freya frown slightly, this level of snow, it seemed that ordinary carriages could not move normally at all.

After a moment of silence, she stepped on the deep snow and walked to the carriage, swept away the snowflakes on it, took out her charcoal and began to carve the talisman.

Soon, a simple light talisman appeared on the side of the carriage, and Freya stretched out her palm and pressed lightly on the talisman array.

'Snort. ’

The cyan wind was fleeting, and the whole carriage seemed to be much lighter.

She lifted it a little harder, and the huge carriage magically floated on the snow, as if all the weight had disappeared.

A simple modification dismounted the carriage and brought the two ponies out of the stable.

Five minutes later, the carriage on the snowdrift departed.

It wasn't until noon, as the snow on the ground gradually decreased, that the carriage finally arrived in an ordinary small town on the border of the Illusory Capital.

According to the information provided by Crane, Freya drove the carriage to a tavern.

Before entering the tavern, the noise and smell of alcohol came from inside, and from time to time bursts of cheers erupted, as if there was some game inside.

With no intention of entering the tavern, Freya sat in the driver's seat and waited quietly.

A moment later, on the other side of the road at the tavern, a silver-white carriage came from a distance.

The carriage looks very gorgeous, and the horses pulling the carriage are pure white without any variegation.

And Freya noticed that on the side of the carriage was carved a pattern of a roaring grizzly bear, which looked very familiar.

Suddenly, she remembered that the pattern seemed to be Cranet's arcane sigil.

Sure enough, the carriage came straight towards her, driven by a tall man in animal skin armor who looked wild.

A faint spiritual aura emanated from him, and he was actually a wizard.

The silver carriage stopped in front of her.

'Wow-'

The door opened, and a young woman in a black robe and black leather gloves jumped out of the car.

At the sight of Freya, the woman blinked and smiled.

"Long time no see, Freya."

"Ciri?" As if she didn't expect someone to come, Freya was slightly stunned, and then got out of the carriage as well.

"Didn't you go to the Deep Sea Court with Cranet, are they already back?"

"No, the adults haven't come back yet." Ciri shook his head, "I didn't go out together because of some delays, but I happened to be here to deal with some things, so I came to pick you up." ”

"Thank you." Freya said with a smile. "I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but I didn't expect you to be successfully promoted to the third level." (To be continued......)