The Promise

In the past, little Lilith would never have entertained such thoughts.

"I… I live at…" Lilith whispered an address into Freyr's ear. Freyr carefully noted it down and smiled, "Alright! I'll definitely visit you when I have the time!"

Lilith's face darkened. "That place is very, very hard to find. It's not easy to get into either. My sister, the last time she went, spent an entire day just to get in."

Perhaps there were magical barriers or something similar… Freyr thought for a moment and then laughed, "Alright, there's always a way."

Lilith studied Freyr for a while, then pulled out a piece of parchment from her bosom and gently pressed it into Freyr's hand. "This… this is what I promised you."

Freyr unfolded it and glanced at it. Written in black ink were several lines of text… the writing was ancient, and the sentences were obscure and difficult to understand…

They were clearly a few lines of magical incantations!!

"Th-there are s-six lines in total," Lilith said, her face flushed. "Th-they're the most powerful incantations I know… if your magical power isn't enough, d-don't use them."

Freyr solemnly put the parchment away, close to his body. Then he looked at the young girl in front of him, her flushed face, her evasive eyes, and the faint shyness in her expression. Suddenly, Freyr couldn't help but feel a subtle stirring in his heart.

Feeling this way made Freyr feel somewhat evil. He had deceived her out of so many things, and now, was he planning to steal her heart as well? This young, innocent girl.

Freyr shook his head and released Lilith, then walked out to the street, where a horse had been prepared.

"I… I'm leaving," Lilith said, looking even more distressed.

Freyr suddenly said seriously, "There is one thing you must remember!"

Then, Freyr took a deep breath. "I know you left your dragon on the island, and you're very upset about it. I think you'll want to go back and bring it out, but I'm asking you not to! That island isn't simple! Your sister's magical power is not inferior to yours, and even with her dragon, they were almost killed by the monsters on that island! The dragon was eaten by those creatures… If you go back, you'll only be throwing your life away! Trust me, don't even think about going back to that island to look for your dragon! Understand?"

Lilith nodded, "I know. But my teacher might go."

Freyr sighed helplessly.

However, he recalled what Samael, the demon's servant, had said—the giant beast on the island was not stationary and would periodically move to different places. This meant the island's location was not fixed.

Maybe by the time Lilith's teacher arrived, the island would be gone, leaving only the vast ocean.

By the way, Lilith had never revealed her teacher's identity. But Freyr guessed it must be a very powerful and reclusive master! Otherwise, they wouldn't have trained someone as young and talented as Lilith, a Great Wizard.

"What… what are those people doing?" Lilith suddenly pointed into the distance, curious.

In the distance, sailors preparing to set sail were bidding farewell to their women—some were saying goodbye to their wives, some to their lovers, and some even to prostitutes with whom they had spent a single night.

But life at sea was fraught with dangers, and before men set sail, the women—even the prostitutes with whom they had shared just a fleeting moment—would not withhold a little blessing…

So, in the distance, several couples were kissing goodbye.

"They… are saying their farewells," Freyr answered casually.

A strange expression flashed across Lilith's face, and then she blushed, quickly moving forward to kiss Freyr lightly on the left cheek… a brief, fluttering kiss.

Then Lilith, her breath trembling, quickly jumped onto her horse, not daring to say another word, and rode off as if fleeing.

Freyr, holding the spot on his cheek where the witch had kissed him, stood dazed, watching the end of the long street…

...

With a thousand Russell family private guards, Freyr's party left Walker Port in grand fashion, heading north towards the Russell Plains.

When the group passed through the capital of the Lir province, the governor personally received Freyr, offering kind words of comfort and encouragement, and sent Freyr off with numerous gifts. This earned Freyr a small profit.

After all, he was currently under disciplinary action, with his three gold coins of monthly pocket money revoked, making him arguably the poorest noble in the empire.

Naya had left early, taking Calista to join Jack Nemo's ship. They resupplied at the port and then set sail to carry out their plan to raid the pirates.

Thinking of his future "McDonald's Fleet" and a series of mischievous activities, Freyr couldn't help but smile as he lay in the carriage.

Imagine… if one day, that poor pirate captain introduced himself to others.

Proudly declaring, "I am the captain of the flagship 'Black Pearl' of the McDonald's Fleet, Jack Nemo!"

Such an introduction in the previous world would probably leave a crowd in stitches.

Thinking along these lines, Freyr suddenly sat up in the carriage!

He felt a surge of excitement and amusement.

This world… was almost a blank slate for him! A blank canvas on which he could draw anything he wished!

If he could establish a "McDonald's Fleet," there were many, many more interesting things he could continue to do!

At that moment, it seemed our young protagonist had finally found a new goal in life… although it was a rather mischievous one.