And So Frieren Was Stopped Outside the City

"Are you really sure it's okay to just leave Frieren like this?"

Lia rubbed her small hands together, looking somewhat worried.

After Frieren was stopped by the guards, Galan had no choice but to take Lia and enter the city first.

Because he had been in the pharmaceutical business for many years, and with the help of the fake identity he used as Shadow Warrior Galan was able to easily obtain travel documents for various cities and was quickly allowed into the city.

As for Lia, it was because Duncan took her to obtain some necessary documents before leaving, including a Level 6 Mage certificate from the current Continental Magic Association.

A level 6 Mage...:

I had indeed heard before that there were Mage ranks from level five to nine, but after seeing so many level one and two Mages, hearing about level six still feels quite rare...

"What if she gets stuck outside the city like this? Then we won't be able to leave from here."

Seeing that Frillie was still worried about her, Lia Garland smiled helplessly. This girl really is...

"Don't worry, she's Frieren, this is no problem for her..."

"If the Staff of the Sage isn't enough... how about this?"

After watching Galan and Lia go inside, Frieren remained standing in front of the guard for quite some time.

After the brief moment of awkwardness, she carefully put away the Staff of the Sage, as if she had thought of something, and a slight smile appeared on her lips, revealing a confident expression once again.

He then knelt down, placed his briefcase on the ground, and opened it.

I started searching through it.

Finally, from the corner of the box, he carefully took out a tattered roll of parchment.

The gold foil decoration at the beginning of the scroll has peeled off most of its surface, and the edges of the paper are curled and yellowed, like withered leaves gnawed by time, as if they would shatter at the slightest breeze.

Some of the words above had become blurred into a dark blue-green mist.

It's impossible to decipher what's written on it: 6

Hmph! I went to great lengths to preserve the customs clearance documents personally signed by Flamme to this day.

Upon hearing her say that the tattered parchment, pulled from who-knows-where by the corner of a chair, was the customs document signed by Flamme, the young guard immediately felt a headache coming on.

Flamme?

Isn't that the legendary great Mage founded the human magic system hundreds of years ago?

Even if you take advantage of me because I'm a rough person, I remember these stories I've heard since I was a child perfectly clearly.

You're saying this is a customs clearance document personally signed by that person? Who would believe that?!

The guard was momentarily at a loss, almost rolling his eyes at the other. He scratched his hair in frustration, unsure how to deal with the smug-looking Elf in front of him.

"Miss Elf, if you really can't produce convincing identification, please leave." Is that not enough? My master clearly said that no matter where I go, just showing this piece of paper is enough...

Seeing that even her most treasured possessions were rejected, Frieren was stunned and fell into deep thought, her mood plummeting to rock bottom.

No way.::

Is it really true that I won't be able to get in today...?

The "master" you just mentioned, was he saying, "Hey, what's going on?"

Just as the guard, seeing the dejected Frieren, was about to say something, he was interrupted by a stern voice.

He shuddered and quickly turned his head away.

A middle-aged man with a stern face and triangular eyebrows walked up behind him.

Even though they were already so close, he hadn't sensed the other person's presence at all.

Frieren was also drawn by the shout and curiously looked at the suddenly appearing uncle. When she saw his calloused, capable hands, she couldn't help but think of Eisen.

"Commander... Commander!"

The young guard instantly stood up straight and saluted the man with triangular eyebrows.

Obviously,

The man standing before him was the newly transferred commander of the Singer Town Guard Regiment.

Although he has not been in office for long,

However, his decisive and ruthless personality quickly earned him high prestige in the guard regiment. Previously, there was a guard who, relying on his seniority, not only slacked off while on duty but also frequently extorted "tolls" from passing caravans, seeking personal gain and causing many merchants great distress.

After learning of this situation,

The commander beheaded the man that very day in front of all the guards.

He was standing on the execution platform at that time.

Holding a blood-stained sword, his cold gaze swept over everyone present, sending chills down their spines. They had no doubt that if they dared to overstep their bounds in the future, their fate would be no better than that of the old fox.

"This... This lady says she has a travel document personally signed by Lady Flamme, and it seems she has no other documents."

The young guard told the commander everything that had just happened, and the middle-aged man with triangular eyebrows, after listening, rarely showed a smile.

"A clearance document personally signed by Lady Flamme? How could someone tell such an unrealistic lie?"

He sneered and looked behind the young guard, scrutinizing Frieren to see who this person was who dared to joke about Flamme.

"The Mana emanating from him... is quite impressive; he must be a seasoned Mage... or perhaps an Elf?"

The tenth regimental commander paused for a moment, then touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, without warning, he unleashed a sharp killing intent and rushed towards Frieren. Even though his target wasn't the young guard standing next to the captain, he was still startled and took a few steps back, swallowing hard.

In contrast, Frieren remained expressionless and did not even make a move to react to the overwhelming force.

Although she didn't know the reason, she was well aware that the other party was just testing her. They seemed aggressive, but they didn't actually have any real killing intent.

"Hmm, it seems it really is the real person."

Seeing Frieren's calm demeanor, the captain instantly withdrew his imposing aura and instead revealed a respectful expression.

He bowed deeply to her, leaving the young guard beside him stunned, wondering what the commander was up to.

"Frieren, welcome to Singer Town."

Frieren somewhat surprised to hear that her identity had been exposed.

But he only showed a slight expression of surprise, without much inner turmoil.

Do you know me?

"As the Elf Mage in the Hero Party, if I may be so bold, then anyone in the Northern Countries who hasn't heard of Frieren is either a fool or a dead man."

"It's not that exaggerated... I've always been very low-key."

Frieren packed her suitcase, picked it up again, and smiled at the two people in front of her. "Well, anyway, at least the matter of getting into the city is resolved."