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Originally, Freya, due to Baron’s indulgence, did not transform into a lady like other noblewomen, but remained a lively and carefree girl with a simple personality. Influenced by her father, she enjoyed horseback riding and hunting.
Most of her friends were boys.
This time, against advice, she went hunting in the forest alone, spurred on by this group of friends, but unexpectedly encountered refugees, leading to a fatal horse fall.
"So it turns out she was just a fake," Zhang Lin said with a bitter smile, shaking her head as she understood the situation.
Through the clues in her memory, she vaguely sensed that although everything seemed calm on the surface now, there were already turbulent undercurrents brewing beneath.
Being attacked by refugees within Baron’s territory was no longer just an ordinary accident.
After lying in bed for a while, Zhang Lin moved her stiff body and got out of bed.
Outside the bedroom window was a bustling street. As she opened the window, the noisy sounds came rushing in, with faint shouts from people seemingly gathering a crowd.
Looking down, Zhang Lin noticed a squad dressed in standard half-body Leather Armor with Crusaders swords hanging at their waists—similar to police in her previous life.
At that moment, this group was shouting to gather people, and behind them knelt a line of injured individuals wearing black burlap sacks on their heads.
From their clothing, Zhang Lin suddenly realized they were the very refugees who had attacked her.
Due to the distance, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but from their expressions and body language, she could roughly guess their identities.
Then the Law Enforcement Officer walked behind the refugees and drew his Cross Sword, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
Suddenly witnessing this terrifying scene, Zhang Lin's face turned even paler.
Perhaps noticing Zhang Lin's gaze, the enforcers who had just carried out the execution pounded their right fists against their chests as a sign of respect.
...
Seeing a living person's head easily severed for the first time, this sight might seem commonplace to others, but for Zhang Lin, it was shockingly horrifying.
She clutched her chest tightly, feeling her stomach churn. Even with her eyes closed, her mind was filled with images of blood splattered everywhere and severed heads wrapped in black bags.
After all, before her transmigration, she was just an ordinary person. Even though she had some advantages over others, she ultimately lived in an environment protected by laws and morals for so many years. Suddenly encountering such nerve-wracking events, she simply couldn't adapt.
Taking several deep breaths to steady her emotions, her gradually pale face slowly began to regain color.
Since she had transmigrated to this place, such things would undoubtedly be seen again in the future. If she didn't adapt quickly, it would only be detrimental to herself.
With her emotions stabilizing through self-suggestion, she released her grip on her chest and pretended to be calm as she pulled the window shut.
'Knock knock knock'
The sound of heavy knocking came from the door.
"Come in."
Zhang Lin tried hard to keep her voice as steady as usual.
Hearing the response, a strong middle-aged man walked in.
"Freya, Baron has something urgent to attend to, so I will escort you back to the castle now."
The speaker had a respectful tone, but his tall and robust figure, along with the double-edged axe slung over his back, gave off an exceptionally fierce impression. His deliberate tone felt quite out of place.
From her memory, she knew this man was a guard member by Baron's side, seemingly named Damsdin, and he was a vice captain.
"Is this what Father wants? Is something wrong?"
"It is the Lord's order. It seems a large number of refugees have been spotted near the iron mine, and he is worried it might disturb your rest, so he wants you back at the castle early."
Zhang Lin knew that Baron had been troubled by the issue of refugees lately. These people coming from outside did not seem like ordinary folks seeking refuge due to famine; they resembled more like bandits.
As far as she knew, two villages had already been raided, and now that clues had been found, it seemed there would be a large-scale crackdown.
Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Zhang Lin did not hesitate.
"Is that so? You can go out first; I will change my clothes and leave immediately."
Once the man closed the door behind him, Zhang Lin took off her white nightgown. The clothes in the wardrobe had been prepared in advance.
She chose a black hunting outfit with golden trim. The black outfit was tailored to fit her figure perfectly, accentuating her tall stature as a young woman. A coiled whip was tied around her waist, suggesting it was not merely for decoration.
Her long golden hair was casually draped down her back after a simple styling, giving her an air of youthful vigor, though the bandage on her head somewhat disrupted the atmosphere.
Dressed and ready, she stepped out of the room.
Outside the door, besides Damsdin, there were two ordinary Law Enforcement Officers who immediately saluted upon seeing Zhang Lin.
"Let's go."
With a simple command, the four of them left the temporary resting place.
This residence was merely a temporary lodging for the family while visiting the town; its decor was not particularly good and was not suitable for recuperation.
Once outside, they were greeted by the noisy street filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares.
Some sturdy women dressed in gray linen were walking back and forth with baskets, and the ground was somewhat muddy due to large puddles formed after the rain.
However, her brown hunting boots had excellent waterproofing, so she didn't worry about getting wet.
The four walked silently down the street.
Zhang Lin noticed that passersby would bow respectfully when they saw her, their faces showing awe, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable.
Fortunately, she gradually adapted to these gazes as time passed.
At the intersection outside the town, a pure Black Carriage and three Steeds were quietly waiting.
In front of the carriage sat a thin young man with honest and simple features.
Seeing the four people approaching, she quickly got out of the car and waited to the side.
Damsdin and the other two mounted their horses, while Zhang Lin was helped onto the carriage by the young man.
The carriage slowly moved forward under the young man's command, heading straight towards the main road.
Although it was her first time riding in a carriage, the driver was very skilled, so there was no significant bumpiness.
Zhang Lin lifted the curtain inside the carriage, and the scenery outside rushed by. At first, there were some houses, but eventually, all she could see were vast stretches of trees and occasionally patrol officers in leather armor wielding weapons.
Seeing these patrol officers made Zhang Lin frown slightly. Combining this with Freya's memories, it wasn't difficult to guess that something unusual was happening in the territory.
However, she was just a girl about to turn fifteen, unarmed. Even though her mind could conjure many possibilities or other thoughts, they were of no use at this moment.
She shook her head and lowered the curtain.
The carriage moved quickly and arrived at its destination after about twenty minutes.
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