Mage Manual

Chapter 154: Chapter 140 Freyja_2

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Even if you all decide the Blood Moon Tribe shouldn’t exist, will they be dead as doornails when you wake up tomorrow morning?

Everyone seems to have such a fierce temper tonight.

Was the Blood Moon Judgement that exciting?

Freyja skimmed through the Veil for a while but wasn’t really feeling it, her legs rubbing together unconsciously.

Clearly twice wasn’t enough; it had to be three times!

But she generally used videos as casting materials, and her videos were all stored in the “Veil of Knowledge,” given that it had a thirty-two-inch screen—not only was the picture bigger and the resolution higher, but it could save many more and larger video files.

Freyja’s chip model was Miracle 11, with a meager storage of just 10 sectors, barely any space left after storing some important documents. However, the Veil of Knowledge boasted a storage of 800 sectors, and even after stuffing it with games and entertainment, it wasn’t full.

Just now, that man was using the Veil of Knowledge. Freyja walked over to the desk and glanced over to see that he was currently watching a replay of tonight’s Blood Moon Judgement. She patted his shoulder, “I need to use it.”

“Oh, you go ahead.”

The hooded man obediently vacated the chair, and Freyja sat down contentedly, adeptly opening “New Folder.”

Inside were four more folders, named “Never Used,” “Used Once,” “Used a Few Times,” and “Used Countless Times.”

She pondered for a moment; in the rush of the moment, it wasn’t time for Exploration, so she chose the fourth folder and opened a video titled “Naughty Male Apprentice being taught a lesson~ The Female Professor Meiwa, Proficient in Spirit Hypnosis,” dragging the progress bar to the most exciting part. The sweet sounds of sobbing instantly intoxicated her again.

Just as she couldn’t contain herself and reached into the cabinet for her portable companion, she suddenly felt something was very off.

Why…

Why is the chair warm?

It was as though someone had warmed it with their sitting.

Freyja turned her head abruptly, locking eyes with Ash, who sat at the edge of the bed, hiding his face behind a book and sneaking glances at her. Although Ash quickly looked away, Freyja had completely snapped back to reality.

With a contemplative expression, she raised a finger, pointing at Ash as if she suddenly realized, “Ah, are you the Fish-Slicing Dragon?”

“Nope.”

“Then, then, are you the Fire Dragon?”

“That’s not it either.”

Freyja couldn’t think of any other possibilities, “Then which mud café’s mason are you? I don’t recall ordering a home service tonight.”

Truth be told, home services were expensive, and she had been on a bit of a spending spree lately, unable to afford one.

“I’m not a mason.”

“If you’re not a mason, then why are you in my house… wait, I saw you when I came back just now, even if you were from a home service, you couldn’t possibly have my house keys!”

Freyja backed away in shock toward the balcony door, “Are you a thief?”

“No, I’m actually an Incarnate Being from the Extreme Master of Blood Moon. Due to being tricked by an enemy, I have no choice but to stay in this world in my current Status. Just let me stay here for a few nights and once I regain my Extreme Lord identity, I’ll promote you to be a Four-winged Legendary Mage, how about that?”

“Really!?” Freyja immediately rushed over and grabbed Ash’s left hand, her eyes brimming with tears and hope, “Really a Four-winged Mage?”

Ash averted his gaze from her glaring, undisguised headlights, “Of course it’s fake.”

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“Huh?”

“What you give is what you get. To think I could become a Four-winged Legendary Mage just by letting me stay a few days—where’s the catch?” Seeing disapproval on Freyja’s face, devoid of any willingness to help, Ash quickly added, “But I can offer you a Technique Spirit as a reward. How about that?”

“What faction’s Technique Spirit?”

“What faction would you like?”

“Spirit Faction!”

“Fine.” Ash held out his palm and a curled-up, caterpillar-like Technique Spirit materialized. Despite being a caterpillar, it wasn’t disgusting at all, instead evoking an earnest sense of pity.

To prepare an equivalent exchange, during his last Void Realm Exploration, Ash did not immediately trade the Technique Spirits he got for Game Points. Instead, he kept them all in his soul, which really came in handy now.

“Sympathy Technique Spirit!” Freyja recognized the Technique Spirit at a glance. Although it was a common one in the Spirit Faction, she hadn’t summoned it yet: “No problem! I’ll take this one!”

Freyja reached out to take it, but Ash retracted his hand.

“I’ll give it to you when I leave.”

“How do I know you won’t go back on your word?”

Ash was well-prepared and drew out a parchment that glowed with fluorescence, “We can sign a contract; this is constract paper made by an Insurance Master.”

This paper was made for him by Igula. As an Insurance Master, Igula naturally had the ability to make Miracle contract paper.

What Ash’s relationship was with Igula, of course Igula was reluctant. However, Ash’s reasoning was “I might need to sign a temporary contract with someone during a jailbreak,” perhaps Igula couldn’t go against requests that would aid an escape, or maybe he was just too fed up with Ash’s pestering, and ended up reluctantly being exploited by Ash several times.

Freyja blinked, “Well… okay, then.”

There was no time to lose; Ash immediately drew up the contract. The content of the contract was simple: Ash could stay at Freyja’s house for the next few days, use the tools in the house, and Freyja must not reveal Ash’s presence in any way. In return, Ash had to give the Sympathy Technique Spirit to Freyja before leaving.

Freyja stood beside Ash as he drafted the contract, her hands pressing inward and her ample bust sculpting a sacred valley. Ash, catching sight of this wonder out of the corner of his eye, nearly signed his own name as ‘Soft-White-Dough’.

“How did you know my name is Freyja Hoyel?”

“Your notebook has your name on it.”

“The Extreme Master of Blood Moon’s name is Ash Heath?”

“Do you have any objections?”

“No, no.”

The contract was completed. Ash signed his name and handed the pen to Freyja.

Freyja paused to take the pen, seemingly in thought, causing Ash to break out in a cold sweat. But she quickly signed her own name.

The contract came into effect, with an invisible shackle binding Ash and Freyja together. Ash silently breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did he now have a place to stay temporarily, but he could also use Freyja’s Veil of Knowledge to browse through the Veil and gather information, planning his side tasks at leisure.

And lucky for him, he’d found a rather naïve female college student. He had been prepared to move out immediately if he couldn’t freeload with his “Observer’s Appearance” ability, ready to spend the next few days sleeping under bridges if necessary, but investigating Professor Selin wouldn’t have been as convenient.

But doesn’t this world have SMS scams? A proper college girl hasn’t even come across the ‘I, Extreme Master of Blood Moon, am sending you money’ type of scam messages?

“You’re actually the leader of the Gods of Four Pillars cult, Ash Heath, aren’t you?”

Freyja hugged her violin, tilting her head, “I even cast a vote for you during the Blood Moon Judgement.”