Chapter 140: Freya

Chapter 140: Freya

Freya, hiccuping from the alcohol, clung to the railing and wobbled up the stairs. As a Bewitcher, she had high resistances to many things, and it was usually hard for her to get drunk but her body would respond to her emotions, drinking alcohol like water when unhappy, and getting drunk just by the smell when she was happy.

Ah, Ive tried every Mud Worker at the Frostfall Mud Caf, maybe its time for a change Adela mentioned a new butler-themed Mud Cafe near the west gate of the university, Ill check it out once I get my scholarship But the abs of the Mud Fish Dragon are so amazing, I wouldnt mind ordering another

Pity about the Rock Dragon, he was good at his work, too bad he died in Event 422

Reaching the third floor, the lights in the corridor flickered on and off. Freya, used to the oddities, fumbled for her keys. The building was an old apartment block built 70 years ago, lacking an elevator, floor heating, air conditioning, and often had issues with aged wiring. Its only advantage was cheap rent. If the landlord hadnt been alive, it would have been demolished and rebuilt long ago.

But that wouldnt be long now. The landlord was a beastman in his sixties, and in a few years, he would definitely sell his property to fund a anti-aging surgery. This operation was much cheaper than life-extension surgeries and was popular among lower-class Sorcerers and ordinary people.

Once the research institute got hold of the building, they would naturally co-develop it with real estate developers, building a taller and prettier apartment block, like the two new buildings being built near the west gate. But this was none of Freyas business, as she would have graduated and left by then.

Opening the door, Freya found the lights were on in her home, which was odd had she left the lights on before going to class?

Slipping off her boots at the entrance and changing into slippers, Freya walked in to see a hooded man sitting at her desk, using her Mist Sea brand Screen of Knowledge, sipping the Strong Beastman Sweet Milk she had left in the fridge, and typing away on the Yingmiluo Keyboard.

Her pet Fold-ear Cat Xiao Xian was sprawled on the desk, stretching lazily, then affectionately rubbing against the mans hand.

Her apartment was a standard one-bedroom unit with a desk, bed, balcony, bathroom, and a small kitchen. Standing at the entrance, she could see everything at a glance.

The man noticed her and turned his head.

Welcome back.

Oh, Im back.

As the man returned to his browsing, Freya scratched her head, opened the fridge to take a swig of cold water, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea. She rushed into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.

While she was vomiting, she felt someone gently patting her back, making the process a bit more bearable. A stack of three tissues was handed to her, and she took it without thinking: Thank you.

After vomiting, Freya felt a lot sober. She tossed her clothes onto a chair everyone has a chair specifically for their dirty clothes and then headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

As the gentle water fell on her body, Freyas clarity gradually returned. Leaning against the wall, she held her chin, feeling a strong sense of unease, but couldnt pinpoint what was wrong.

Suddenly, Freyas eyes went cold, and she slapped her hands together.

I only went twice tonight, I usually go three times, I missed out tonight! She clicked her tongue, Even though the Mud Worker I picked tonight was a bit lacking, I paid for it, I should have enjoyed it to the end!

After the shower, she meticulously dried herself with a towel, especially under the arms, under the breasts, and the inner thighs. Drying off gave Freya a refreshing feeling.

She examined the white down on her forearms and calves, thinking it was time for a trim. Being a Bewitcher had its inconveniences, like the need to frequently trim the fuzz on her limbs, or else it would get too long and cause excessive sweating.

Freya stepped out onto the balcony naked, the curtains were drawn and no one usually came to bother her, plus the weather was gradually warming up. Being a Bewitcher, she had an easily perspiring constitution even though their sweat smelled enchanting, it was sticky so being in her natural state was the most comfortable.

She jumped onto the bed and rolled around a couple of times, then called out. Xiao Xian hopped over from the mans lap and nestled in Freyas arms.

Freya snuggled against the meteor dragon pillow, rubbing Xiao Xian with one hand while opening the light screen with the other, browsing the school forum on the Canopy.

She noticed that everyone was discussing the Blood Moon Tribunal that was happening tonight, with words like Fenand Snow, Social Foster System, and Can we still take the City Public Examination in the future? leaving Freya a little bewildered she was drinking at the Mud Cafe when the Blood Moon Tribunal began tonight.

Opening the Mind Series study group, she found everyone was also discussing the Blood Moon Tribunal and had divided into Blood Moon Faction and Fenan Xue Faction. They were engaged in a three hundred round battle in the study group with a massive 999+ info flow. Freya scrolled up but couldnt reach the top, only knowing that they were arguing about the necessity of the existence of the Blood Moon Dual Race.

The majority believed that the Blood Moon Dual Race is the cornerstone of societal development, that the long-living life of the Blood Moon Dual Race was the guarantee of societal stability, and all kinds of Sorcerer technology could only be developed by the Blood Moon Dual Race, who didnt care about short-term gains.

The opposition believed that the Blood Moon Dual Race restricted the development of multiple races. They argued that because the Blood Moon Dual Race absorbed all high-quality talents, other races couldnt produce great scholars and sorcerers; the glory of the Blood Moon Dual Race was built on the blood-sucking of other races!

Wait, is this something we students can resolve with discussion?

Even if you conclude that the Blood Moon Dual Race shouldnt exist, will you wake up tomorrow to find them all dead?

What kind of spirit?

What kind do you want?

A Heart Sect spirit!

Okay. Ashe opened his palm, and a curled-up caterpillar spirit appeared in it. Even though it was a caterpillar, it wasnt disgusting at all, but instead invoked a sincere feeling of pity.

In preparation for an equivalent exchange, during his last exploration into the Virtual Realm, Ashe didnt immediately convert the spirits he got into game points, but stored them all in his soul. As expected, they came in handy.

Compassion Art Spirit! Freya instantly recognized this spirit. Even though it was a common spirit within the Heart Sect, she hadnt summoned it yet, Deal! This is the one!

Freya reached out to take it, but Ashe pulled his hand back.

Ill give it to you when I leave.

How do I know you wont go back on your word?

Ashe was prepared, pulling out a glowing white contract paper, We can sign a contract, this is a contract paper made by an insurance agent.

This paper was made by Igor. As an insurance agent, Igor naturally had the ability to create Miracle Contract Papers.

The relationship between Ashe and Igor was not of Igors volition. However, Ashes reason was I might need to sign a temporary contract with someone during my jailbreak. Perhaps Igor couldnt refuse a request that could aid in the jailbreak, or perhaps he was just tired of Ashes nagging, so in the end, he unwillingly let Ashe freeload several times.

Freya blinked, Well okay then.

Without further delay, Ashe began drafting the contract. The terms were simple: Ashe could stay at Freyas house for a few days and use the tools there, and Freya wouldnt disclose Ashes presence in any way. In return, Ashe had to give the Compassion Art Spirit to Freya before he left.

Freya watched Ashe draft the contract, pressing her hands inward, her large white bosom forming a holy cleavage. Catching a glimpse of this beautiful sight from the corner of his eye, Ashe almost wrote his own name as Big Soft White.

How did you know my name is Freya Hoyle?

Your notebook has your name on it.

And the name of the Blood Moon Supreme is Ashe Heath?

Do you have a problem with that?

None at all.

The contract was finalized, Ashe signed his name, and handed the pen to Freya.

Freya took the pen and paused, seemingly pondering something. Ashe watched her, cold sweat pouring down his spine, but she quickly signed her own name.

The contract took effect, an invisible shackle connecting Ashe and Freya. Ashe breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did he temporarily have a place to stay, but he could also use Freyas Screen of Knowledge to browse the Canopy and gather information, allowing him to slowly plan his side missions.

Fortunately, he was able to find a college girl who wasnt too bright. He had been prepared, if he couldnt freeload using his apocalypse observer ability, he would immediately relocate, even if it meant living under a bridge for a few days. It would just make investigating Professor Sylin a bit more difficult.

But dont they have text scams in this world? A college girl who hasnt even seen scam messages like I, the Blood Moon Supreme, need money?

Youre actually the leader of the Four Pillars God Cult, Ashe Heath, arent you?

Freya, holding Xiao Xian, tilted her head, I even voted for you in the Blood Moon Tribunal before.

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