Freya hiccuped and staggered up the stairs holding the railing. As a Veela, she had high resistance in all aspects, and generally it was difficult for her to get drunk - but her body would actively cater to her emotions. When she was unhappy, she could drink wine as if it were water, and when she was happy, she would get drunk as soon as she smelled the wine.
"Hey, I've ordered every clay pottery in Frostfall Café, so it's time to change to a new clay pottery... I heard from Adela that a new Deacon-themed clay pottery has opened near the west gate of the university. I'll go explore it when I get the scholarship... But the abdominal muscles of the clay pottery dragon are really great, I shouldn't get tired of ordering it again..."
"It's a pity for Yanlong. He had good skills, but unfortunately he died in the 422 incident..."
Walking up to the third floor, the lights in the corridor flickered, and Freya fumbled for the key without being surprised. This building was an old apartment building built seventy years ago. It had no escalator, no floor heating, no air conditioning, and even often had aging wiring. The only advantage was that the rent was cheap. If the landlord hadn't died, it would have been demolished long ago.
But it will be soon. The landlord of the apartment is an orc in his sixties. In a few years, he will definitely sell his property and go to the institute to order an "anti-aging surgery". This surgery is much cheaper than life extension surgery and is very popular among low-level magicians and mortals.
When the institute gets the building, it will naturally resell it to a real estate developer for joint development, and build a taller and more beautiful apartment building, just like the two new buildings being built in Ximen. But this is none of Freya's business, because she would have graduated and left by then.
After opening the door, Freya found that the lights were on in the house, and she felt a little strange - didn't she turn off the lights before class today
After taking off her boots and putting on slippers at the entrance, Freya came in and saw a hooded man sitting at her desk, using the "Veil of Knowledge" of the "Mist Sea" brand she bought, drinking the sweet orc milk she put in the freezer, and typing on the Sakura Milo keyboard.
Her Scottish Fold cat, Xiaoxian, was lying on the desk, sticking its butt out and stretching, then rubbing the back of the man's hand affectionately.
This is a very standard one-bedroom apartment with a desk, bed, balcony, bathroom, and small kitchen. You can see everything from the entrance.
The man noticed the movement and looked back at Freya.
"Welcome back."
"Oh, I'm back."
The man continued to browse the light screen. Freya scratched her head, opened the freezer, took out a bottle of ice water and gulped it down. Suddenly, her stomach felt sour, and she rushed into the bathroom and vomited a rainbow into the toilet.
As she vomited, Freya felt someone patting her back to make her vomit more comfortably. Three stacked tissues were handed to her mouth, and Freya took them subconsciously: "Thank you."
After vomiting, Freya became much more sober. She came out and threw all her clothes on the chair - everyone has a chair specifically for dirty clothes - then turned around and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
As the gentle water washed over her body, Freya gradually regained her sanity. She leaned against the wall, holding her chin up, feeling something was very wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
Suddenly, Freya's eyes turned cold and she clapped her hands.
"I only went there twice tonight. I usually go there three times. I lost money tonight!" She said with a sigh, "Although the plastering skills I ordered tonight are a bit poor, I spent money anyway. I have to enjoy it even if I cry!"
After taking a shower, she dried her body carefully with a towel, especially her armpits, under her breasts, and inner thighs. The process of wiping off the water droplets made Freya feel particularly refreshed.
She looked at the white hair on her forearms and calves and felt that it was time to trim it. This was the trouble with being a Veela. The hair on her limbs had to be trimmed regularly, otherwise it would be too long and prone to sweating.
Freya went out naked. The balcony curtains were drawn anyway, and no one would come to disturb her. The most important thing was that the weather had been warming up recently, and Veela were prone to sweating - although their sweat gave off an alluring scent, it was very sticky - so it was most comfortable to remain in a natural nude state.
She jumped onto the bed and rolled around twice. Then, with a wave of her hand, Xiao Xian jumped from the man and rested her head in Freya's arms.
Freya leaned against the Meteor Dragon Pillow, rubbing Xiao Xian while opening the light curtain and browsing the school forum on the curtain.
She found that everyone was discussing tonight's Blood Moon Trial, things like 'Financier', 'social support system', 'whether I can still take the municipal civil service exam in the future', which made Freya a little confused - when the Blood Moon Trial started tonight, she was still drinking in the mud coffee.
I opened the Psychic Study Group and found that everyone was also discussing the Blood Moon Judgement, and they were divided into the 'Blood Moon Faction' and the 'Financier Faction'. They fought for 300 rounds in the study group, with a total of 999+ information flows. Freya couldn't even slide to the top. I only knew that they were arguing about 'whether the Blood Moon Clan and its existence were necessary'.
The affirmative side believes that "the Blood Moon Clan is the cornerstone of social development". The longevity of the Blood Moon Clan is the guarantee of social stability. Various magician technologies can only be developed by the Blood Moon Clan who do not care about short-term profits.
The opposing side believes that the 'Blood Moon Tribe has restricted the joint development of multiple races'. It is precisely because the Blood Moon Tribe has absorbed all the high-quality talents that other races are unable to produce great scholars and magicians. The glory of the Blood Moon Tribe is based on sucking the blood of other races!
No, is this the kind of question that we students can discuss and come to a conclusion on
Even if you discuss that the Blood Moon Clans shouldn't exist, will you be able to see them all dead when you wake up tomorrow morning
Everyone is so angry tonight.
Is this Blood Moon Trial really that exciting
Freya felt uncomfortable after looking at the curtain for a while, and her legs rubbed against each other unconsciously.
It turns out that two times is not enough, it must be three times!
But she usually uses videos as spellcasting materials, and her videos are all placed in the "Veil of Knowledge". After all, the screen of the Curtain of Knowledge is 32 inches, which not only has a larger picture and higher resolution, but also can store more and larger video files.
Freya's chip model is Miracle 11, and the file capacity is only a pitiful 10 zones, which is not enough after storing some important files and data. The file capacity of the Veil of Knowledge is 800 zones, and Freya still can't fill it up even if she puts all the games and entertainment in it.
However, the Veil of Knowledge was being used by that man at the moment. Freya went over to the table and took a look. She found that he was watching the recording of the Blood Moon Judgment tonight. So she patted his shoulder and said, "I want to use it."
"Oh, then you first."
The hooded man obediently left the chair. Freya sat down with satisfaction and skillfully opened "New Folder".
There are four folders in the folder, namely "Haven't used it yet", "Used only once", "Used several times", and "Used I don't know how many times".
She thought about it and decided that now was a rush and not the time to explore, so she chose the fourth folder and opened a video titled "Naughty Male Apprentice Gets Taught a Lesson ~ Veela Female Professor Who Is Good at Mind Hypnosis". She dragged the progress bar directly to the most exciting position, and the sweet sobbing sound instantly intoxicated her again.
Just when she couldn't help but take out the portable companion from the cabinet, she suddenly felt something was strongly wrong.
Why…
Why is the chair warm
It's like someone is sitting on it and warming it up.
Freya turned her head sharply and met Ash's gaze, who was sitting on the bed, covering his face with a book and peeking secretly. Although Ash looked away immediately, Freya came back to her senses.
She showed a thoughtful expression, raised a finger, and pointed at Ash as if waking up from a dream: "Ah, is it the fish-killing dragon!?"
"Not."
"Then, then, are you the Jade Fire Dragon?"
“Not really.”
Freya couldn't think of any other possibilities. "Which clay shop are you working for? I don't remember asking for door-to-door service tonight."
In fact, door-to-door service is very expensive, and she has been spending a lot recently and can't afford it.
"I'm not a mason."
"If you're not a bricklayer, then why are you in my house... Wait, I saw you when I came back just now. Even if you're a door-to-door service, you can't have the key to my house!"
Freya hid behind the balcony door in shock: "Are you a thief?"
"No, I am actually the incarnation of the Blood Moon Lord. Because of the conspiracy of my enemies, I have no choice but to stay in the world in my current state. As long as you let me stay here for a few nights, I will promote you to a four-winged legendary magician when I resume my status as the Lord. How about it?"
"Really?!" Freya rushed over and held Ash's left hand, her eyes full of tears and expectation, "Is he really a four-winged magician?"
Ash looked away because of her dazzling and undisguised headlights: "Of course it's fake."
"ah?"
"You get what you give. How can I become a four-winged legendary magician just by staying here for a few days? It's impossible." Seeing the dissatisfaction on Freya's face and her lack of willingness to help, Ash quickly added: "But I can give you a magic spirit as a reward, how about it?"
"What faction of magic spirits?"
"What faction do you want?"
"Psychic faction!"
"Okay." Ash spread out his palm, and a curled-up caterpillar spirit appeared in his palm. Although it was a caterpillar, it was not disgusting at all, but instead made people feel sincere pity.
In order to prepare general equivalents, in the last virtual realm exploration, Ash did not immediately exchange the magic spirits he obtained for game points, but kept them all in his soul, and they really came in handy.
"Sympathy Spirit!" Freya recognized this spirit at a glance. Although it was a common spirit in the psychic faction, she had not summoned it yet: "No problem! This is it!"
Freya 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 regret it?"
Ash was prepared. He took out a piece of fluorescent white paper from his gorgeous box and said, "We can sign a contract. This is the contract paper prepared by the insurance agent."
He asked Igula to make this paper. As an insurance agent, Igula naturally has the ability to make miracle contract paper.
What is the relationship between Ash and Igula? Igula was of course unwilling. However, Ash's reason was "maybe you need to sign a temporary contract with someone when escaping from prison." Maybe Igula couldn't go against the request that would help him escape from prison, or maybe he was really annoyed by Ash, so in the end, he was reluctant to let Ash do it for free several times.
Freya blinked: "Well... okay."
Without further ado, Ash immediately drew up a contract. The content of the contract was simple: Ash could live in Freya's house for a few days and use the tools in the house, but Freya was not allowed to reveal Ash's existence in any way. In return, Ash had to hand over the sympathy spirit to Freya before leaving.
Freya stood by and watched Ash draft the contract. She squeezed her hands together, and the big white ball pressed out a sacred groove. Ash, who saw this beautiful scene from the corner of his eye, almost wrote his name as "White Big Soft".
"How do you know my name is Freya Hoyle?"
"Your notebook has your name on it."
"The Blood Moon Lord's name is Ash Hiss?"
"Do you have any objection?"
"No no."
The contract was drawn up, Ash signed his name and handed the pen to Freya.
Freya took the pen and paused, as if thinking about something, which made Ash sweat profusely, but she quickly signed her name.
The contract took effect, and an invisible shackle connected Ash and Freya. Ash secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Not only did he have a place to stay temporarily, but he could also use Freya's veil of knowledge to browse the veil and collect information, so he could slowly plan his side quests.
Fortunately, he happened to find a female college student who was not very smart. He had made plans. If he could not rely on the ability of "Observer's Appearance" to eat and drink for free, he would move immediately. At worst, he would sleep under the bridge for a few days, but it would not be so convenient to investigate Professor Schilling.
But isn't there any text message scam in this world? How could a female college student have never seen a scam message like "I, the Blood Moon Lord, send me money"
"You are actually the leader of the Four Pillars Cult, Ash Hiss, right?"
Freya held Xiao Xian in her arms and tilted her head. "I voted for you in the Blood Moon Trial."