Carefully getting out of the carriage, what entered Zhang Lin's sight was the base camp of the Green family, Green Castle, which stood in a forest.

However, in Zhang Lin's view, this is more appropriate than a castle and a manor surrounded by high walls.

The castle is only about five stories high, which is too different from the majestic castle seen in Zhang Lin's previous life movies.

However, the area was much larger than she expected. It's like a large community.

The walls were tall enough to run, and in the middle of the wall was a large wooden door wrapped in iron sheets, connected by a noose, and it was impossible for anyone to enter without anyone opening the door.

There were two castle guards standing on the high wall, and when they saw Zhang Lin getting down from the carriage again, they immediately shouted loudly.

"Miss Freya III is back! Open the door! Open the door! ”

'Crunch, crunch'

A tooth-aching sound came from within, and the huge iron door slowly opened.

An unusually thin old woman with gray hair and black robes took the lead from within, followed by several maids dressed as maids.

"Aunt Mary." Seeing the old woman ushered in, Zhang Lin stepped forward with a smile.

Mary is the steward of Grimm Castle in charge of a qiē affair, and it is said that she followed the Grimm family when she was young, including the Baron, and was one of the most loyal cronies of the family.

"Welcome back, Miss Freya."

Mary, who was a head taller than Zhang Lin, hugged her petite body tightly.

When the extraordinarily thin body hugged Zhang Lin, she realized that this body was not as thin as it seemed, and she was almost in pain from her strong arms.

However, fortunately, Mary only symbolically hugged it and let go.

"I told the Baron a long time ago, if you don't let the lady out of the castle, the girl should look like a girl, the baron just doesn't listen to the dangerous thing of riding a horse and hunting, Miss won't go in the future, if you really want to, I can let people catch a few in the castle, you don't know what the wound on the head is"

The words of fragmentation came out of Mary's mouth, and although there was blame in her tone, Zhang Lin only smiled in her habit.

Surrounded by a group of people, listening to Mary's nagging while walking towards the castle, Zhang Lin looked at the crowd behind him and frowned slightly, interrupting Mary's words.

"By the way, Aunt Mary, where has Eric gone?"

Eric. Green, the fourth son of the baron, is the child born to his father after the death of Freya's mother, because of family interests and a viscount's daughter, however, the viscount's daughter eloped with a farmer after giving birth to Eric, which is also the shame of the baron's life, in her memory, Eric has been frail and sickly since he was a child, but he has the identity of the baron's son arrogantly and domineeringly, and often does some things to bully men and women, although this has no effect on the baron with the title of cruelty and iron blood, but perhaps resentment towards his mother, The baron had no affection for this son, so much so that he was disgusted.

As usual, Freya returned to the castle to be greeted by Mary's butler and most of the stewards, and Eric had to come out as her younger brother.

But at this time, Eric was not seen.

"Yesterday Master Eric had a crush on a blacksmith's daughter, maybe she is in the room now, if Miss wants to see him, I'll have someone call him."

Although Mary called Eric the young master, the disdain in her eyes could be seen by anyone.

Perhaps others would not dare to do this, but Mary, as the oldest and most faithful person in the Green family, had always been ashamed of the baron's fourth son.

"No, I'm just asking." Zhang Lin nodded, she also knew how bad this younger brother was, so she didn't ask more.

While walking and talking, soon a group of people walked to the hall of the castle.

Perhaps the castle is not luxurious from the outside, but inside it is a standard aristocratic facility and magnificent.

After a casual conversation with Mary about other things, Mary waved away most of the people around her, leaving only the two maids.

"Miss, if there is anything, just tell them, I still have some trivial matters to deal with, so I won't accompany you."

"Well, Aunt Mary, go get busy, leave me alone"

As a housekeeper, Mary has a lot of chores every day, and Zhang Lin also understands it.

After Mary retreated, only two unfamiliar maids remained.

Glancing at the strange and familiar hall around her, she thought about it and said calmly to the maid behind her

"Prepare some hot water to my room, I'm going to wash my body."

"Yes, miss."

The two maids saluted respectfully, and turned to hurry.

And Zhang Lin is finally alone.

As she recalled, she walked to her separate bedroom.

Exhale deeply.

Although she has the memory of the original Freya, Zhang Lin herself is not the dead Freya, so she deliberately pretends to be the original Freya in her behavior habits or way of speaking.

This made her, who is not good at disguise, a little hard, and she didn't relax until she was alone now.

The bedroom is not very large, in addition to a fixed wardrobe, the bed has a writing desk and a chair.

Simple and tidy, just like a boy's room.

On the wall near the bed, Zhang Lin found that there was also a gorgeously shaped cross sword hanging there.

I remember it as a birthday present from the Baron when she was fourteen.

Thinking of the baron's previous attitude towards her, Zhang Lin shook his head a little helplessly.

Scattered on the desk were several heavy black-shelled books, with a pale yellow parchment roll in the center and a white quill inserted in an inkwell.

Pulling over the chair and sitting down, Zhang Lin gently stroked the parchment scroll, which was densely packed with letters, which seemed to have been written by Freya before, and it had not been finished yet.

These letters weren't anything on Earth before, and if it weren't for the fusion of memories, maybe she really couldn't read them.

The above is an essay similar to a diary, Zhang Lin just glanced at it and then picked up the black-shelled thick book next to it.

The white fingers caressed the black shell of the thick book and whispered the name on it.

"A general history of Byron, compiled by the Elgrimm Library, this is a history book?"

As Zhang Lin turned the first page of the book, a note fell: Please return it by November 5.

It seems that the book does not belong to her, and there is a note to return it.

Before he could turn a few pages, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock Knock"