When Agatha woke up again, there was no one in the room, the thick curtains were closed, and it seemed extraordinarily quiet.
Probably because he was unfamiliar with the environment, a candle had been lit by the head of the bed, and the orange flame was burning quietly.
She tilted her head for a long time, and found that not a single drop of wax came out, and the candle was always so long, as if it would never burn out.
It must be magic, she thought.
The quilt on his body is very soft, probably woven from fine cotton, and filled with a light and warm fleece quilt. This kind of treatment is no worse than when I was in the holy city of Taquila. It is hard to believe that the Wilderness can have such a comfortable bed and bedroom.
He moved his fingers, and his stamina had recovered by more than half. Agatha rolled over and got out of bed, driving her magic power, and the cold air suddenly overflowed from her fingers—it seems that the prince really didn't do anything, but removed the Stone of God's Punishment and gave him a certain degree of freedom.
She went to the window and opened the corner of the curtain. It was pitch black outside, and neither the stars nor the moon could be seen. The entire earth seemed to be engulfed by darkness, with only a few hazy firelights swaying in the distance. Across the window, she could hear the wind whistling outside, and occasionally see some snowflakes falling on the glass.
It seems that it is winter, and it is also a good season for witches to awaken. In Taquila, such a night is simply not seen, and every winter day is a day of celebration in the city. The streets are lit with bonfires that do not go out all night, and when you look out from the tower, it seems that the whole city is on fire. The twinkling flames are like stars, symbolizing hope and the future. People prayed around the bonfire, longing to gather magic across the mortal realm. Every time a witch appears, the fate of her family will also change, and she will never have to worry about food and clothing.
Agatha pulled the latch, pushed open the window, and the cold wind instantly melted into the room, blowing the curtains back. The candles in the house also went out. The darkness suddenly poured in, filling every corner of the room tightly. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the faint white light reflected by the snow on the town roofs. Judging from the scope of the building, this place is indeed not big, and it matches the border town in the prince's mouth.
In such cold weather, ordinary people would freeze if they stayed outside for a few hours, but Agatha was not afraid of the cold, and any chill that made her feel uncomfortable would be automatically ignored by her body. When she felt cold, it was before she woke up, and by now, she had almost forgotten about it.
Closing her eyes, Agatha's mind was full of the previous conversation.
The Federation has died out, witches have become the devil's minions, and mortals rely on the God's Stone of Retribution to hunt witches recklessly... From that note, it can be seen that both Akalis and Natalya have successfully escaped from the Fertile Plain. Failing to stop all this, the demise of the Federation is a foregone conclusion.
What happened at that time, so that these two transcendents were defeated by mortals
She simply didn't want to think about it any longer.
"Aren't you cold?" Someone suddenly asked behind him.
Agatha was startled, she turned her head and saw a woman sitting beside the bed in the dim light, her face completely hidden in the night, like a ghost that appeared quietly. At this time, the door was still closed, and he had not heard any footsteps before.
"I wouldn't mind relighting the candle if you could close the window," she added.
The other party was undoubtedly a witch.
What is she doing here so late
Agatha nodded calmly, closed the casement, and quietly let the thin ice cover her skin little by little. The person who came did not do anything dangerous, but opened the first compartment of the bedside table, took out the scythe, and lit the candle—as the fire lighted up, she saw the appearance of the other party: a beautiful curly blonde hair, slender eyebrows, and a very sharp look. Sharp, not any witch I've seen before.
"First time meeting... No, this is the second time we've met," she curled her lips, "My name is Nightingale."
Meaning... she was hiding in the crowd before? "Is this your ability?" Agatha frowned, "You are also a high-level awakener?"
Even for a respectable high-ranking witch, it would be very rude to trespass without saying hello.
"Ah, you said evolution..." Nightingale shook her head, "I'm not as smart as Anna, I can finish reading "What is the Basics of Nature" in a short period of time, and when I see those formulas and theorems, my head is going to explode. I'm probably out of touch with me for the rest of my life."
She couldn't understand half of the words in the short answer, and Agatha was stunned for a while. She really didn't expect the "primitive witch" to say such words, and looking at her expression, it didn't seem like she was deliberately teasing herself. Could this be what the prince was talking about... knowledge
"That book of nature... basics, can you show it to me?"
"Of course, as long as you are willing to join the Witch League and serve the Prince." She shrugged.
"Serve for a mortal?" Agatha's eyes widened, and after a long while, she whispered, "I thought I was weird enough, but I didn't expect you guys to be crazier than me."
"Weird? Crazy?" Nightingale tilted her head, "Why do you say that?"
"In the holy city of Taquila, most Awakeneds only regard ordinary people who can't gather magic power as lowly servants, inferior people, or... reproductive tools." She said slowly, "But I don't think so. , they are stupid, but they are by no means hopeless, as long as they are taught to learn and think, these people are no worse than witches in most things. Because of this, many people think that I am a weird person, and I actually take part of the tower The affairs are left to mortals. I didn't expect you to go further than me and actually recognize a mortal as the master and serve him."
"His Royal Highness Roland doesn't regard us as his servants," Nightingale curled her lips, "I don't know what kind of strange understanding you have about the word effectiveness, but the fact is that he took in the witches who were oppressed by the church, and gave the sisters a new lease of life. Let everyone and the people live together on the land of the western border, and everyone will fight against the church and evil beasts together, and will fight against the devil together in the future."
"But this model has proven to be a failure!" Agatha couldn't help raising her voice a bit, "More than four hundred years ago... for you, it was probably eight hundred years ago, when mortals and witches co-existed. In the era of governance, human beings were almost all over the Dawn Realm, but in the face of the devil's attack, the result was a complete defeat, leaving only a corner of the Fertile Plain."
"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows, "Is there such a thing?"
"You said that more than four hundred and fifty years have passed since this buried history," Agatha continued, "According to the records of the Federation, the third battle of divine will will begin soon, and you have no doubts about it. The devil doesn't know anything! To the east of the Wilderness is the Sea of Whirlpools, where else can you go? Only by re-establishing a federation, uniting the witches, and increasing the probability of high-level awakening according to that knowledge, will it be possible to seize the final A chance to stop the devil's attack!"
"Why do you have to say that?"
"what?"
"More than four hundred years have passed now, right? Four hundred years can change a lot of things, why are you still clinging to your previous ideas and refusing to let go?" Nightingale sighed, "Your Highness said when he left. I heard that mortals can defeat the devil. He is also doing things to unite people, but not just witches. He wants to unite every ordinary person on the continent. He told me that the people all over the continent are the most powerful. group.”
"Huang—" Agatha was about to refute this nonsense, but suddenly stopped. The other party said so affirmatively, as if he had already seen the result. Can four hundred years really change all this? Could it be that... that gray-haired prince has such an incredible ability, so that mortals can have the power comparable to that of a witch
"You seem to have realized it," Nightingale smiled lightly. "It's still a long time, why don't you let go of your heart and use your own eyes to confirm it?"
This time, Agatha was silent for a long time, "... I can see that you don't like me."
The other party did not object.
"The witches of the Quest Association often look at me like this - ever since I knew that I used a group of mortals as experimental assistants in the tower," she said, "You obviously don't like me, why are you telling me this?"
"As long as you restrain your arrogance and treat your Highness normally, I can't talk about how much I hate you. As for the latter..." She paused, "because His Highness said that he did not want to see you being judged by the times. abandon."
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