The night faded, and a dim light shone through the gaps in the curtains.
Its daybreak.
Agatha stayed awake almost all night, her head was filled with the words of Nightingale.
The people all over the continent are the most powerful group.
Four hundred years can change a lot of things. Why do you still hold on to the previous concept and refuse to give it away
It's still a long time, you can confirm with your eyes.
She rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the hanger, and stroked the robe that symbolized the Taquila quest. I remember that when I got this robe through the unanimous approval of the three seats, my mood was so happy that I was about to fly. Exploring the mysteries of magic is what she has pursued all her life, and the word that the Quest will most believe in is that existence is truth, if those mortals can really prove their power...
Agatha put on her robe, opened the door and walked towards the hall.
In any case, he may be the last member of the Quest Club and the only survivor of Taquila. It is not a matter of a day or two to rebuild the new holy city. Before that, you might as well see with your own eyes what the mortal prince is capable of, allowing the witches to obey him.
After breakfast, Agatha, accompanied by Wendy, came to the gray-haired prince's office.
His dress is not much different from that of 400 years ago, but he feels different from those common mercenaries, merchants and farmers in the lower city, and he is also different from the chief guard of the family, Kraft. Most of them can tell at a glance. Deep and shallow, even the thoughts in the heart can be guessed closely, it is as simple as an empty symbol. However, this identification method cannot be used on the prince, especially the eyes of the other party, which are just ordinary gray pupils, but they make people feel full of indescribable expressions and confidence, especially the latter, which is different from the confidence brought by blind optimism. , but from a calm and peacefulness that doesn't match his age, as if he had lived... for thousands of years, and knew everything in the world like the back of his hand.
Why do you feel this way
His name was Roland Wimbledon, and Agatha silently remembered this name in her heart.
"How was your rest last night?" The other party smiled. "Wheat porridge and fried eggs in four hundred years should still suit your appetite, right?"
"Reluctantly, it would have been better if you hadn't sent a witch into my room without permission."
He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, "Okay, she will knock on the door in the future. By the way, if you want to go outside and visit the towns and people's customs of this era, you can ask the nightingale to lead the way. If you want to look up history books, you can ask Ms. Scroll, who keeps all the books she's read in her head."
"People's customs?" Agatha frowned. "The threat of the devil is imminent, and I just want to see how you dare to boast that mortals can defeat the devil. If you can't stop their attack, history and customs will have nothing to do with it. Pointless!"
The prince pouted: "Compared to heavy industry, light industry and people's livelihood are also very important... Why are you all interested in shooting artillery?"
"What's heavy and what's light?"
"No, it's nothing..." The other party sighed, "you will see, this afternoon just happens to be the performance test of the new weapon. But before that, I still have some questions I want to ask you about four hundred and fifty years ago. The holy city of Taquila."
A new weapon for mortals? Agatha couldn't help but think of the crossbow and the catapult. If they were only improved products of these things, it would not be enough to deal with the devil. But she didn't express her doubts, "Ask."
"You mentioned earlier that the holy city of Taquila is a city ruled by witches. Ordinary people without magic power can only be counted as the people of the lower classes, so how many meals do they eat a day? What is the main food, and do they eat a lot of meat?"
Agatha couldn't help being stunned for a moment, she didn't expect the other party to ask her such a question, "Civilians also have high and low status, and can work for high-level witches, do some chores, and city defense. Ordinary people are equivalent to the weakest auxiliary witches. . Next are farmers and merchants, and finally slaves and coolies. As for your question, I can't answer that any witch who lives in the upper city will not pay attention to what ordinary people eat. As for the guards in my tower and Servants, they are all provided with three meals a day, except for the month of demons, they can eat meat once a week."
"What's their salary?"
"What is that, money?" She raised her brows. "They became my entourage, my masters and their service for life, and I gave them shelter and food, imparted their knowledge, and no other payment was required. ."
"So that's the case," the other party wrote something on the paper with great interest, "like farming, raising livestock, and making iron tools, will witches also participate in it?"
"Of course, these are all tasks done by auxiliary witches," Agatha replied, "Even if they are much better than ordinary people, if they are left to mortals to do them alone, they simply cannot meet the needs of the Federation."
This kind of question and answer lasted for nearly half an hour. He seemed to be particularly interested in the necessities of the witch's major cities, and he asked very detailed questions, which made it difficult for Agatha to understand. Compared with these irrelevant contents, doesn't he care about the devil who has occupied most of the Dawn Realm and is about to invade again
The prince rested for a while, and handed the contents recorded in his hand to the scroll, "You said that you are a member of the Quest Club, and this organization specializes in the study of magic stones and magic power?"
After finally asking a decent question, Agatha nodded, "Yes, the so-called magic stones are all transformed from the Stone of God's Punishment. It can not only suppress the witch's ability, but also enable the witch to exert a profound effect. Different power."
This sentence made everyone stunned, and the witch who called herself Tilly blurted out, "What should I do?"
She finally regained the feeling of being valued in the past, and couldn't help feeling a little proud, "This is the secret that the Quest Club has been pursuing for more than four hundred years. Countless. I can tell you, but you must also exchange knowledge that increases the chance of the witch's awakening."
Tilly and Roland looked at each other, "Of course there's nothing wrong with this, but I have one question that I don't understand." She raised her left hand, and the blue spar ring on her finger reflected a striking luster, "This magic stone is a I found it from the ancient ruins, it can give me the ability to fly freely. There is no doubt that this magic stone has a great effect. When fighting against the devil, whether it is attacking or retreating, it can make the troops take the initiative, and it can also be used on weekdays. It saves a lot of time to travel." She paused, "Why do you still rely on walking when you retreat? Even a high-level awakened person like you does not have such a convenient magic stone, which is not very strange. Is it?".
(., Your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-10-05 08:09:20