When Agatha returned to the castle after a busy day, the sky was completely dark.
Pushing open the door of the residence, she unexpectedly found Wendy waiting for her in the living room.
"Why are you so busy at this time?" The other party frowned slightly, but there was no blame in his words, just pure concern, "Come back earlier in the future, at least have dinner with everyone."
"Sorry, I forgot to look at the sky," Agatha took off her coat and hung it at the door of the room, "Just thinking about making the last batch of nitrogen gas, I didn't expect it to be dark after going out - but you have to blame the lord for that. My lord, the lights in the chemical factory are no different from the daytime."
"I brought you dinner," Wendy sighed helplessly, "it's on the table, it's still hot now, eat it quickly."
"Excuse me," Agatha said slightly moved. The other party is the most beloved witch in the Mutual Aid Society, and she is deeply trusted by the lord. If it is placed in Taquila, she is at least an executive officer under the three seats. It is absolutely impossible for such a person to bring himself dinner.
"You're welcome," Wendy patted her shoulder. "If you feel tired, remember to ask Echo to sing you a song of the hot spring, don't feel embarrassed... Don't forget that you are also a member of the Witch League."
witch league...
After the door was closed, Agatha was silent for a while, before walking to the table and uncovering the insulated metal lunch box.
In the box were three dishes and one soup, which were fragrant barbecued pork chops, fried mushrooms, sliced bread, and egg soup. To her surprise, there was a small plate in the corner of the box, which contained half a plate of honey.
She couldn't help swallowing.
I didn't expect Wendy to notice this...
During the decades that Taquila fought against the devil, all kinds of materials became increasingly scarce, including food. Although Agatha's status is not low, all she can eat on weekdays is all kinds of grains and fruits grown by auxiliary witches, and meat is also available, but the supply is not very stable, not to mention spices, sugar and honey— The first two are luxuries, which can only be enjoyed by the top leaders of the Federation, while the latter, even if there are witches who can drive the swarm, are thrown into the battlefield instead of brewing this dispensable dessert.
In fact, she is very fond of sweet things, especially honey.
At a barbecue banquet, most people choose a combination of pepper powder and salt as a smearing condiment, and she quietly brushed a jar of honey. Unexpectedly, this scene was seen by Wendy.
She suddenly felt that something came up in her heart—because she couldn't feel the cold, she was not particularly sensitive to warmth, and she seldom used hot water in the bath because she didn't want to trouble Anna. Considering her identity and origin, she even asked Roland to arrange a separate room, just like the top floor of the test tower where she lived alone.
But now, she felt a little cold in the room.
Maybe it's not bad to live with others
Agatha took out the honey, spread it evenly on the slices of bread, and slowly put it into her mouth. This time, she really felt the warmth brought by the sweetness.
…
After dinner, she plans to watch "Elementary Chemistry" for a while before going to bed. This knowledge may not help her advance further, but it will keep her from being embarrassed in front of mortals.
Recently, there have been a large number of strangers in the chemical factory. I heard from Bai Zhi that they are all from the Royal Capital Alchemy Association. Agatha could see them wandering between the laboratory and the factory every day. Sometimes they were led by Kemo Strell, and sometimes they were led by Kemo's disciple Chamis, but no matter when they saw each other. When it comes to this group of people, there is always a look of disbelief on their faces, and everyone can put an egg in their mouth, as if they only have this one expression. And there are a few overly curious guys who seem to regard her as a famous alchemist, and they come over to ask a few questions when they have the chance. It was a simple question at first, but it became a bit difficult to deal with later.
In order to maintain the dignity of the high-ranking witch and the honor of the quest, Agatha decided to keep this image.
However, getting along these days also made her confirm once again that the Federation's approach was indeed wrong.
Roland proved the wisdom of the nobles, and these ordinary mortals also possessed wisdom no less than that of witches. It only took them a few days to master the operation method of nitrogen production equipment, and at the same time understand the process of nitrogen extraction. In the beginning, there was a debate about how many elements were in the air, and now there is a discussion about what synthetic ammonia is. Even a few white-haired old men asked Bai Zhi with shy smiles, scaring the latter enough.
Obviously, they are learning everything here very fast.
Thinking of this, Agatha couldn't help but sighed, witches are neither the darlings of the gods, nor the unfortunate ones who have been abandoned by the gods - they are essentially no different from mortals, just an inevitable fate. In this battle of divine will, everyone has to bear the corresponding destiny, and the witch is only a small group of them.
Gradually she began to believe that without a single part, humanity would not be able to win the battle of fate.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Agatha turned back, "the door is unlocked."
Pushing the door in was a tall, blond woman who didn't pull up her hood, but Agatha felt that she was always under a shadow.
nightingale.
"Is there a problem?"
"His Majesty Roland wants to see you."
"If he wanted to emphasize the theory of the combination of work and rest, and let me come back sooner, I already knew. I will pay attention to it later," Agatha pouted, "I won't waste his precious time."
"Really..." Nightingale blinked, to be honest, if she wasn't her enemy, she seemed to be able to talk easily, "This is just one of the reasons, His Majesty also said that he wants to attack the devil. ."
Agatha was stunned for a moment, "What?" Then she threw the book in her hand on the table, "Take me there!"
…
Rushing into the lord's office, without waiting for Roland to speak, Agatha said eagerly, "Now that you can't even gather ten fortress cannons, you want to attack the devil's camp? You think they are as fragile as humans, and you only need to kill a few. Thousands, will you throw away your armor and flee around! You will destroy the city and the current good situation!"
"What?" Roland looked very surprised. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you want to do something to the devil!"
He glanced at Nightingale, then chuckled, "No, you misunderstood me, I didn't intend to destroy their camp, but to bring back a few live devils."