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"Wind!"
"Whoosh!"
Yulian's rapid running stirred up gusts of wind around him.
But Yulian didn't slow down, because he saw Frieren flash past his eyes, staff in hand.
She was chasing something!
The Ghost of Herul!
"You can't escape."
The moonlight was cold, shining on Frieren's face, revealing her ruthlessness.
The staff glowed, and beams of light carrying an aura of destruction surged out, striking towards something on the ground.
Even if they missed, they would instantly dissipate when they were about to accidentally harm other things.
Powerful Magic control!
What kind of freak is this!
The green light fleeing in the streets and alleys on the ground grumbled through gritted teeth.
Although she had been fleeing tirelessly and with all her might for nearly an hour, that crazy woman had no intention of letting her go!
"Bang!"
The sound of a head colliding with a wall rang out.
The fleeing figure was finally forced to stop, revealing his true appearance.
A young boy with a somewhat childish face and a bit of baby fat – Bafiel.
Bafiel naturally couldn't have hit a real wall; even if he did, he could easily pass through it.
This was clearly that woman's trick!
She had already set up a trap early on, waiting for him to fall into it!
"Damn woman!"
Bafiel bit his small canine teeth and stared at the elf slowly descending from the sky, who thought she had the situation under control.
"Step—"
Crisp footsteps sounded.
Frieren landed, quietly looking at the so-called "Ghost" in front of her.
"Lackey!"
"Bad person!"
"Damn elf!"
Bafiel spat and cursed angrily.
Frieren didn't speak either, just walked closer and closer.
"Wh-wh-what do you want to do!"
A strong sense of pressure struck, making Bafiel's speech somewhat faltering, becoming stuttered.
"You forced me!"
Watching Frieren elegantly step on the flagstones, as relaxed as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Bafiel couldn't help but make a move!
But just as Bafiel made his move, an ordinary beam of light brushed past him, turning the pile of garbage behind him into ash.
"Forced you to do what?"
Frieren tilted her head and asked, almost pressing against Bafiel's face.
Her indifferent gaze made Bafiel dare not look directly at her!
"Just take me back..."
Bafiel slumped powerlessly to the ground, his heart ashen.
It seemed it was time for this to end.
Thinking this, Yulian was about to step out of the shadows, but happened to overhear something he shouldn't have.
"Why are they arresting you?"
"I am the [Ghost of Herul]!"
Bafiel was a bit stubborn, but that stubbornness vanished without a trace in an instant.
"I robbed the annual tax carriage heading to Wangdu."
So bold!
Yulian and Frieren's pupils simultaneously constricted slightly.
After hearing Yulian's sharp intake of breath, Frieren silently glanced at Yulian.
"Hey, what a coincidence, meeting again?"
Yulian greeted awkwardly.
The only response Yulian received was a dull thud.
"Thud!"
That sounded like a good hit to the head.
"Don't think about escaping."
Frieren said faintly to Bafiel, then spoke to Yulian.
"What is it? We'll talk later."
The exquisite staff was now held against Bafiel's chin like a bandit's weapon by Frieren.
Bafiel knew.
She was asking how much nerve it took to touch something belonging to Wangdu.
As it turned out, Bafiel had lied.
A lie with a slight deviation from the truth.
"Actually, I just stole from the lord's treasury. I didn't know it was supposed to be sent to Wangdu..."
"I was asking about the gold coins."
"?"
Bafiel was stunned.
This... this isn't how the script goes, is it?
"Those are Wangdu's gold coins!"
Bafiel became anxious, but after feeling the coldness on his chin, he obediently shut his mouth.
"Where are they?"
"Under the lord's treasury. I wanted to return them later, but the guards became stricter."
"Last question, what kind of Magic is this?"
Frieren stared at the ball of light in her hand, and after confirming Bafiel wasn't lying, continued to ask.
"Just ordinary Magic,"
A dazzling red light shone on Bafiel's face.
The red light receded, replaced by soft white light.
Matching the white light was Bafiel's ashen face.
"Make him leave first. I'll only teach you."
Yulian raised an eyebrow slightly and gently stroked the Hero's Sword in his hand without speaking.
Honestly, although this ordinary Magic was somewhat novel to Yulian, it wasn't enough to pique his interest.
What truly piqued Yulian's interest was, you don't want me to learn it? I'll learn it anyway!
"Speak."
Frieren gave Bafiel no room for negotiation. Not killing an enemy was already her greatest act of mercy.
Even if Yulian overheard and learned it with his extraordinary talent, Frieren wouldn't think anything of it.
Magic is something that should be spread.
At the very least, Yulian had taught her Magic before. She didn't have what Yulian wanted to learn, but now that Yulian wants to learn this, so be it.
"What a sin!"
Bafiel, utterly dejected, finished rattling off a bunch of spells and then lay down on the ground, giving up.
He looked as if he was saying, kill me or slice me, do as you please.
Frieren didn't go easy either. After using memory-wiping Magic, she tied Bafiel up securely to the side.
"So why did you come?"
Frieren yawned, and expressions finally appeared on her indifferent face.
A bit of tiredness, and the faint joy of meeting a friend.
"That little girl Nico said she missed you, so I came."
Yulian turned his head, absolutely unable to admit that he also missed this old geezer.
"Where's Nico?"
Mentioning Nico, Frieren's eyes lit up, and she looked around behind Yulian.
〈!〉=ω=〈!〉
"At the inn,"
"Was he really planning to rob Wangdu's gold coins?"
Yulian couldn't hold back and asked first.
=ω=
"Those are the [Ghost of Herul]'s."
Frieren whistled, squinting her eyes and floating around.
"Are magic users nowadays all this bold?"
"Or are elves nowadays like this?"
Yulian suspected he had misheard, but Frieren had already started chanting, preparing to leave.
"What are you doing?"
"It's more reassuring to keep your own money in your pocket."
Frieren slowly sank underground, taking the unconscious Bafiel with her.
Yulian nodded helplessly and also followed, diving underground.
Hesitating, Yulian didn't forget to add.
"Remember to give me half."
"Deal~"
Under the dark moon and high wind, three people slowly emerged from the shadows of the ground in a dark alley.
"Click~"
The sound of a box opening rang out, and faint golden light illuminated the faces of the two people.
One box, two boxes, three boxes...
"We're rich! We're rich!"
=ω=
Frieren was so happy she couldn't speak, only Yulian was calling out in a low voice, making a fuss.
"Rich with what?"
Bafiel woke up groggily, saw this scene, and asked blankly.
Then he saw stars again.
"I was planning to take him to turn in a quest."
Frieren shook her head, clearing her mind, and looked at Yulian knocking Bafiel unconscious with the back of his sword, not very pleased.
In that case, she would have to carry him herself using Magic.
Yulian, however, chuckled.
"How much money do you get for turning in a quest?"
"What [Ghost of Herul]?"
Yulian's gaze was "confused".
"Didn't we not catch him?"
"!"
Frieren blinked her small eyes a few times, then started laughing happily.
=ω=
"Oh right, we didn't catch him at all!"
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