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"I will do anything you want, but you have to hire those women as well." Angel was worried that her friends would be sent back to the slums after being treated. She didn't want them to return to that hellish place again.

"Let's talk as we walk," Fredrinn muttered as he started walking without waiting for her response.

Angel gritted her teeth and trailed behind him.

"What's your name?" Fredrinn asked while keeping his eyes forward.

"Angel…but I don't deserve that name anymore… My father was a squad leader in the kingdom's Wind Blade Army. He was a powerful martial practitioner at the Core Formation stage. We once lived in the capital, but…"

Fredrinn could feel a mixture of emotions in her voice.

According to her, she came from a relatively well-off family. Her father was a martial practitioner and her mother was a small business owner. They lived in the capital as a happy family, but everything changed when her father died during a mission. Her mother became depressed and was even raped by a noble which eventually forced her to commit suicide.

At that time, Angel was only a young girl so she didn't know what to do. She just blindly followed the person who once worked for her mother, but she later found out that this person was actually working for the noble that raped her mother. Filled with rage after learning the truth, she killed the traitor and escaped from the capital.

She ended up finding her way in the slums of Red Sun City a few years after that incident. The slums became the perfect hiding place for her. She managed to survive in the slums by working at a small pub, but then the Snake Gang appeared…

'So this woman is a criminal…' Fredrinn rubbed his temples. Things would be troublesome if someone discovered her identity.

"Do you regret taking me in now?" She laughed coldly when she saw him rubbing his temples.

Fredrinn chuckled and shook his head. "Not at all…"

The two remained silent after that. The awkward silence continued until they arrived at the main mansion.

"Have you tested your spirit root?" Fredrinn asked.

"No." Angel shook her head. "My father didn't want me to become a martial practitioner."

"I see. Follow me to my study. We will test your spirit root first."

Angel looked at him intently, but she didn't see any strange emotion in his eyes. "Alright." She nodded after some hesitation.

After a few minutes of walking, they soon entered his study. Fredrinn took out the spirit root testing device and told her to touch the orb. It was a good thing that she received a formal education when she was young which saved him a few minutes of explanations.

"You have a high-grade spirit root. Not bad." Her potential was at the level of a genius. Unfortunately, she was already in her mid-twenties which was way past the best time to start cultivating.

"I will give you all the resources you need for your training. I also promise that I will offer jobs to your friends. However, I want your absolute loyalty." Fredrinn's expression suddenly became serious. He no longer had the friendly smile he had when he spoke with her earlier.

"Loyalty? As long as you can help me get rid of my enemies, I will give you my life, my body, and my soul!"

Fredrinn didn't expect her to say such things, but this was more than enough. "Good. After we deal with the issues in the family, I will help you deal with that noble in the capital."

"Give me a new name." She suddenly said.

"Hmm… That's reasonable. That noble from the capital might be able to trace you if you continue using that name. Let's see…" Freddinn tapped his fingers on the table as he thought of a good name for her.

Fredrinn thought about the gods in his home world and a name appeared in his mind. "How about Freya?"

"Freya? Freya… that's a good name. From now on, I am Freya." She let out a smile.

"You should get some rest. Your training will start after you have fully recovered."

"Don't forget your promise." Freya reminded him with a stern look before she left his study.

Fredrinn could only shake his head with a smile as he watched her leave. "That rude woman."

***

In the next two days, all members of his guards unit left in two separate groups to begin with their task.

At this moment, Kristine was sitting inside a carriage together with her squad. Sitting beside her was her deputy, a woman who looked to be in her late twenties. Her name was Anne. She was a veteran martial practitioner at the 7th Layer of the Foundation Establishment stage. She had an ordinary face, but her shapely figure was enough to drive men crazy.

Anne who was cleaning the blade of her axe suddenly asked. "What are your thoughts about this operation?"

Hearing this, Kristine frowned. "Our task is to capture one target, but I have a feeling that things will be difficult."

Anne smiled at her response. "You are already a squad leader, but your nature hasn't changed at all. You are still a worrywart." She put down her axe and said. "Don't be so tense. You need to be strong for your subordinates."

'She is right. I have to be strong to keep our morale high.' Kristine knew that it was important for a leader to remain calm in any situation. Stressing over small things would only cause her to make wrong decisions.

Thinking about this, she nodded gratefully at Anne.