Chapter 265:

Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, the remaining guards also died one after another.

Several of the killers quickly entered the two carriages, as if rummaging through something special, and a large amount of debris was thrown out at random.

"Is it a mercenary?"

Seeing this, Freya raised her eyebrows, feeling slightly curious.

These people are very physical, and they are also very skilled in attacking, and it is obvious that they are all traces of some kind of training.

Moreover, Freya carefully noticed that they had a green snake head tattooed on the back of their left hand.

If it were a bandit or something like a bandit, there would simply be no such uniform sign.

However, even if she was curious, she had no intention of interfering.

The entanglement of power of ordinary people, unless it involves a country-level nobleman, is generally meaningless to her.

Seeing that the men had not meant to leave for a while, Freya whispered a spell, and then she tapped the carriage under her.

Then the speed that had just slowed down increased again.

The wheels of the carriage and the hooves of the horses made a noisy noise, but as if they had not heard them as they passed by the group, they were still busy with their own business......

Half an hour later.

The bustling city of Dragon Harbor reappeared before Freya's eyes.

There is a faint salty smell of the coast in the air, and you can faintly hear the calls and chatters of seagulls not far away.

Looking at this strange but familiar city, Freya, who was sitting in the carriage, narrowed her eyes. The corners of the mouth are slightly curved.

"It's finally back"

The carriage entered the city gate, and Freya drove the carriage along the road as she had remembered.

Although the urban landscape here has changed a bit over time, the general direction is still correct.

After walking for more than half an hour, the carriage finally stopped in front of a huge white manor.

Looking at the white manor, which had faded a little with mixed feelings, Freya jumped out of the carriage and walked to the gate of the manor.

Soon, a young man dressed as a squire next to her walked up to her and asked cautiously.

"This young lady, may I ask who you are?"

Although Freya deliberately wore her previous clothes and tried her best to restrain her mental force field, her own aura as a wizard was different from ordinary people after all. It was the breath of a higher life in the underworld. It makes people subconsciously fearful.

"Oh, I'd like to ask, is this Irina's home?"

Not caring about the squire's attitude, Freya asked in a flat tone.

"Yes." The young squire nodded subconsciously.

"That's good. I'm Freya. Irina's sister. ”

"Huh?"

Hear Freya's answer. Only then did the attendant dare to look at Freya's face, her long golden hair neatly tied into a ponytail, and her handsome appearance. And those blue eyes, like two blue deep-sea whirlpools, make people have to pay attention.

It's just that compared with Irina's soft temperament, Freya's temperament is still a little indifferent, which makes people dare not approach.

As if sensing his faux pas, the attendant quickly lowered his head and said.

"Okay, I'll report it, you wait a minute."

"Hmm."

Freya nodded and watched as the squire sped through the manor.

After a while, a woman in a long white dress walked briskly with a group of attendants.

The woman was slightly chubby, about thirty years old, her long blond hair was slightly raised by her steps, and she had a smile on her face, but her face was somewhat similar to Freya's.

Next to her was a bald middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes.

It was Freya's sister and her husband.

"Freya!"

Before she could get to her, Irena opened her arms.

Freya also smiled, looked at her sister, who was a little out of shape, and hugged her tightly.

Her husband stood by with a smile and watched.

It took a long time for the two to be separated from each other.

Irena looked at Freya, who had changed a lot, for a moment before she spoke.

"When did you come back, graduated from the Imperial Capital Academy?"

"Yes." Freya nodded slightly.

This was a lie that Hegel had concocted to cover up her voyage, and everyone, including the Baron, believed that Freya had spent the years in the Imperial Capital College of Rudin rather than the sinister Wizarding Academy.

"It's worthy of coming back from the imperial capital, and his temperament has changed." Erina laughed and teased, she suddenly thought of something, and pointed to the man next to her. "By the way, he's my husband Bode, so it's the first time you've met."

Freya followed her gaze to the man next to her, who had not spoken, and nodded with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Bode."

"Hello, Freya."

Bode seems to be a man of few words, smiling and saying hello before he stops talking, and it is hard to imagine that he is a businessman.

As far as Freya knew, her brother-in-law had made Erina directly decide to marry someone else's strongman, which was a little inconsistent with her previous impressions.

Erina knew Bode's personality best, and she waved her hand.

"Okay, don't worry about him, you tell me that there are strange places in the imperial capital, and I haven't been there so far."

"Okay"

Although Freya has never been to the imperial capital, this does not prevent her from directly recounting some of the more common things.

The two talked and chatted, and soon walked to the manor.

After sitting briefly in the manor for a while, Freya put down the flower tea in her hand and said directly.

"Sister, I don't know where my father and Eric are now, how have they been all these years."

"Father formed a mercenary group after you left, and it has developed well in recent years, and the place where he lives is not far from here, but in order to make it easier for him to stay in the mercenary station, you can see it at a glance near the forest in Beicheng." Irene frowned slightly as she spoke, as if she had something to hide.

Perceive this subtle vision. Freya frowned, but she didn't ask right away, but said.

"I'm going to visit my father, after all, I haven't seen him in years."

"Okay, I'll have someone send you." Irena stood up.

"Hmm." Freya nodded slightly.

The two walked out of the manor, and soon a groom led her carriage from a distance.

Freya jumped into the carriage and nodded at Arena, then lowered the curtains.

Standing in front of the door, Irena watched the carriage gradually move away with complicated eyes, sighed slightly, and turned back to the manor for a long time.

Freya, who was sitting quietly in the carriage, had a blank expression, but her eyes shone faintly.

The way Erina looked when she spoke of the Baron. There's definitely something hidden. And it doesn't seem like a good thing.

"I hope there is nothing wrong with my father......

The northern part of the city is not very bustling, and there are not many horse-drawn carriages on the huge roads, and some are also riding alone.

Through the window of the carriage, Freya was faintly noticed. Encounters with people carrying weapons and wearing leather armor are much more frequent here than in other areas. Most of them also smell of blood. It seems to be a gathering place for mercenaries.

Soon, as the carriage advanced, a high-walled area appeared in front of Freya. This is a mercenary station.

Two strong men in brown leather armor with crosses hanging from their waists stood on either side of the doorway.

The two seemed to recognize the groom driving the carriage, and after greeting each other, the carriage passed down to guò.

Gently lifting the curtain, Freya looked at the mercenary station that the baron had single-handedly built.

Some houses made of black stone, a few open lots, three watchtowers.

In the distance, in a clearing, more than a dozen bareback young men were exercising with wooden swords, while the other side was practicing shooting with bows and arrows, and in front of them was a strange man with a strong figure and a fierce appearance.

While Freya was watching, some people were coming out of a nearby house.

Among them, a middle-aged man in silver armor and short blond hair was walking in front of him, who was Freya's father.

The sound of the carriage stopping caught the attention of the men, and the baron, who saw the groom driving the carriage clearly, turned his head and smiled loudly.

"Irene how did you have time to come?"

Listening to this familiar voice, Freya jumped out of the carriage directly, and said with a slightly excited expression.

"Father, it's me, I'm back."

"Freya!?"

Seeing the person who jumped out of the carriage, the baron was slightly stunned, and then quickly stepped forward and hugged Freya fiercely.

Feeling the strong arms, she didn't expect the baron to greet her in such a fierce way, and Freya felt like she was back in the former Castle of Grimm for a while.

It took a long time for the baron to let go of her, and it was only then that Freya realized that the baron's originally handsome face had also become vicissitudes over the years, and had appeared fine wrinkles.

And the short blonde hair also has some gray marks on both sides, but the body is still strong.

The baron's eyes were fixed on the young woman, who had also changed a lot, and his lips moved for a moment before he spoke.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

However, Freya was stunned when she saw the baron's face, and she reached out to caress the baron's vicissitudes of life, and finally fixed it on his left eye.

Although the eyes were not special on the outside, Freya could clearly see that the pupils inside were gone.

"Who's Father?" A cold voice spat out of Freya's mouth, with a chill in it.

As if he didn't expect Freya to find out so quickly, the baron paused, took the hand from his face, and smiled.

"Let's not talk about that, let's go back to the house first, you haven't eaten yet, yesterday Darmsteen they hunted an adult wild deer in the forest."

Sensing the baron's evasion, Freya glanced around the people next to her, and found that except for a few familiar faces, the others were relatively unfamiliar faces.

She frowned, turned her head and asked softly.

"Father, what about Erik, Uncle Howard, and Nick, aren't they here?"

Freya remembered that on the way out of the castle, the young man on horseback had secretly given her venison jerky.

"Eric was resting in the house over there, while Ward and Nick were out on duty."

With this, Freya noticed that the baron's face darkened slightly.

After a pause, Freya slowly took two steps back, drew her dagger from her waist and looked at the baron with a stern gaze.

"Father, I'm no longer the little girl who sought refuge under your wing, I've grown up all these years, you see."

As she spoke, she flicked it lightly, and the dagger in her hand sank directly into the ground with a snort, forming a small black hole.

And no one at all noticed the shadow of the dagger.

"Have you broken through the knight's peak?" The baron looked at his daughter, who seemed to have become a little strange for a moment, with some disbelief.

Without speaking, Freya nodded in acquiescence.

For ordinary people, the Great Knight is definitely a qualitative breakthrough, and it is the expression of the limits of the human body.

And a person with the strength of a great knight will not be mediocre no matter what field he is in.

However, Freya can also clearly feel that over the years, the baron, who has been at the peak of knighthood, has not had much hope of breaking through.

First, his age is there, and second, he suffered too many assassination injuries when he joined the army at a young age, and even if he has the talent of a great knight, he is also dragged down by these assassinations.

And what the baron didn't know was that Freya had not only broken through the Great Knight, but also reached unprecedented heights, which was a new level of power, the wizard.

"Okay"

Unexpectedly, his daughter had already walked ahead of him, and in addition to the incomparable pride in the baron's heart, there was also an inexplicable complicated feeling.

Until Freya said this, he still thought of her as the little girl who needed him at that moment.

I didn't expect it to grow like this in just a few years.

"It's really my daughter," the baron had just reached out and habitually wanted to touch Freya's hair, but when he saw her stern face, he let it go again.

He smiled and beckoned to her.

"Come with me, I'll take you to meet Eric"

"Yes, Father!" Freya nodded.

No one else followed, and the two walked one after the other towards the house not far away.

Freya walked behind the Baron and sighed slightly, looking at the Baron's still tall and strong back, she understood the psychological impact of her changes on the Baron.

However, it was inevitable, after all, fate had changed since she stepped on the giant ship that had left here.

Her path was still long, long, and the baron's path was nearing its end.

This is a gap in the level of life, and it cannot be solved by a random witchcraft and a transformation.

Soon the two came to the house, and the baron gently pushed the door open, motioning for Freya to enter.

The room was plain, with only simple furniture, and Eric's immature figure was lying on the bed, and his even breathing represented that he was sleeping.

However, Freya looked at it and noticed that something was wrong, because he saw that Eric's right leg was empty from the knee down, and his left hand was also bent abnormally.

Suddenly, Freya's gaze became a little gloomy, and she turned her head to look at the baron burningly.

"Father, tell me everything that happened when I left." (To be continued......)