Tracking Magic

Frieren glanced at the three people huddled together whispering, then remained silent and strolled slowly through the village.

The villagers are all very busy.

Some people are transporting timber, while others are working together to clear the collapsed houses.

After walking a few steps, Frieren stopped, tilted her head slightly, and looked at a large tree with surprise.

For some unknown reason, a cart had been parked on the tree.

The village chief knew that the leader of this team was Frieren, so he ignored Rienta and the other two and walked over to Frieren was observing the situation in the village.

Sensing the village chief's arrival, Frieren's gaze shifted from the tree to the busy people in the village.

After a moment's thought, he offered a very calm suggestion.

"This village is beyond saving."

You'd better move elsewhere.

The village chief certainly knew that relocation was the best option.

But in this Northern Plateau, the villagers are just ordinary people.

Dragons roam here, but Demons also inhabit other places.

He had considered hiring a squad of mages or knights to escort him, but the village couldn't afford such a high price.

The village chief paused for a moment, his tone tinged with a mixture of helplessness and relief, and said:

"I understand, but this is our hometown."

Frieren didn't answer, but simply watched the villagers repairing the roof beside her.

The clanging and banging sounds continued.

On the other side.

Just as Rienta was struggling with how to persuade the two, she overheard a conversation between Frieren and the village chief.

My mind immediately relaxed.

This matter is settled.

As expected, Fern and Stark exchanged a glance, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, and then pulled Rienta to Frieren's side.

Fern said softly, "Just as the village chief said, Lady Frieren."

"What you just said went a bit too far."

Stark echoed, "The villagers are so pitiful."

Frieren: "..."

Humans are really strange.

She had heard every single word of the conversation between Rienta, Stark, and Fern.

She didn't understand why the two people who had been so resistant just moments before were now being so proactive.

Frieren paused for a moment, then looked at Stark: "The opponent is a horde of dragons, do you understand?"

"Even if we face a group of dragons, it will be difficult for us to escape unscathed."

At this moment, Rienta had been silent until now, knew it was her turn to speak.

He stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on Frieren, and said, "Hey, Frieren, I'm here."

Stark did not back down, meeting Frieren's gaze directly, and said softly:

"We must protect everyone's hometown, right, Frieren?"

'Three to one?'

Frieren glanced at Rienta, remained silent for a moment, and then looked at the village chief:

What kind of compensation can you offer?

The village chief said awkwardly, "Regarding the payment, our village is very poor and really can't afford to pay too much..."

Their team wasn't short of money; during the First-Class Mage exam, she personally witnessed Rienta collect all the gold coins from an entire King’s Tomb.

Before the village chief could finish speaking, Frieren interrupted, "... Don't you have any Grimoire or anything like that?"

The village chief paused, then said somewhat hesitantly, "Only [the magic that prevents you from biting your tongue when reciting tongue twisters]."

"This kind of magic is pretty useless..."

By the end, the village chief's voice was barely audible.

Fern muttered to himself, "It really is a magic that's not very useful."

'It's safe! It's safe!'

Rienta smiled broadly, already fantasizing about just how much treasure... magical materials were hidden in the dragon's lair.

The village chief stared blankly at Frieren was shaking his hand with a serious expression.

This...

Stark scoffed, "Has it become so simple that any magic spell will do...?"

After the commission was finalized, Frieren became serious.

Do you know where the dragons came from?

The village chief, regaining his composure, looked towards the forest not far away and said somewhat uncertainly, "It should come from deep within that forest."

They're just ordinary people, after all.

It's a miracle they survived the dragon horde attack.

Rienta felt a pang of emotion. Seeing Frieren's brow furrow slightly, she spoke up:

"Lady Frieren, leave the task of tracking down the dragons to me."

After saying that, Rienta looked around and her gaze finally settled on a wall.

There are three claw marks, each several meters long, on this wall.

Rienta walked to the edge of the wall, raised his palm, and a Magic Array Pattern appeared above his palm.

[Tracking Magic].

This magic was something Rienta learned from Frieren a long time ago.

The main purpose is to upgrade [Rho Aias] version 1.0, so that Defensive Magic can defend itself.

The principle is to lock onto the enemy's attack using [Tracking Magic], and then intercept the attack using [Rho Aias].

However, this function requires a certain response time, approximately 0.1 seconds.

In other words, it is not applicable when encountering a master of close combat.

The current [Rho Aias] is version 3.0, featuring a pale blue lotus that can protect the entire body.

He also upgraded [Tracking Magic] to version 2.0.

The initial version of [Tracking Magic] could only track footprints on the ground or residual Mana in the air.

The current version of [Tracking Magic] has more features and lower resource consumption.

As the [Tracking Magic] was successfully constructed, a surge of Mana flowed from the claw marks on the wall into the Magic Array Pattern in Rienta's hand.

Frieren and the other two approached Rienta's side and looked at the three-dimensional compass in his hand, which was formed from Magic Array Pattern.

The compass needle slowly rotated one full revolution and then firmly pointed in the direction the village chief had just indicated.

"Found it."

"Shall we set off immediately?"

Rienta looked at Frieren with some impatience and asked.

"Okay, let's go."

Frieren also wanted to resolve this request as soon as possible, certainly not because of the reward.

Rienta looked at Fern and Stark, and neither of them objected.

Seeing this, Rienta no longer hesitated and walked in the direction indicated by the [Tracking Magic].

Frieren and her two companions followed closely behind and left the village.

The four began their journey towards the location of the dragons.

On the edge of the village.

The village chief and his family came to see them off.

Rienta other three had already gone quite far.

But his grandchildren were still waving.

He didn't stop them, but simply watched their departing figures quietly.

He did not inform anyone else in the village about this commission.

He feared that he had given the villagers hope, only to disappoint them later.

He was more afraid of putting pressure on this young team.

The reward for this commission was just a useless Grimoire.

[The magic trick to avoid biting your tongue when reciting tongue twisters].

The village chief gave a wry smile; he didn't know if what he was doing was the right thing to do.

Playing the victim and complaining about being poor.

From the moment he first saw this team, countless thoughts came to mind.

But when he saw the fear on the faces of the two young men, he felt a pang of guilt.

That's a group of dragons.

Who wouldn't be afraid?

But what could he do...?