This sentence surprised No. 76 a little.
It seems that there is more than one reviewer
But 400 years of training had taught her how to hide her emotions, not to mention that as long as her mind changed, her body would be separated from her consciousness, and it would be difficult for her to reveal her flaws just by a sudden surprise inquiry.
No. 76 first pretended to be surprised, then reluctantly took out the ring from his robe, hesitated for a long time before saying, "I stole it from..."dark money". "
At the same time, her evaluation of the Witch Union rose by another level, and she began to think that their welcome was too casual, which now seems not to be the case. One witch can identify lies, and another has the ability to see through, which is enough to be cautious.
"Dark money?" The long green-haired witch picked up the ring in her hand and scrutinized it for a while, "This... seems to be a magic stone, but it doesn't look the same."
No. 76 frowned inwardly. They actually knew about the existence of magic stones? This is a little troublesome. Although its activation method is different from that of ordinary magic stones, as long as you think about it for a while, you will find its function sooner or later. They had to be distracted, she didn't have a second for that kind of thing.
"Dark Money is the underground fair I used to go to... There are often auctions of things excavated from ancient ruins, and the owner often says that they have incredible power, and the more novel things are, the more popular they are with buyers. On top of that, they occasionally auction... auction..."
"What?" Wendy asked.
"Auction witch." No. 76 whispered.
Hearing this sentence, the four of them showed undisguised anger on their faces, and their attention on the ring also decreased a bit. Obviously, they all hated the idea of buying and selling witches as slaves, which also showed from the side that the witch organization in Greycastle would not agree with Starfall City's approach.
"No. 76 didn't lie, I was almost auctioned off by "dark money" to the nobles," Amy echoed, "Fortunately, Mr. Ambassador saved me. "
"They will get their retribution sooner or later," the blond witch said coldly.
"That ring..." No. 76 pretended to be timid.
"Although Miss Agatha will definitely be interested in this thing, but let's wait until you are familiar with Neverwinter," the green-haired witch shrugged, but she didn't want to take it for granted, and put the ring back again. her hands.
No. 76 was slightly taken aback, Agatha? This name sounds familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.
"I promise, you will never encounter such a thing again," Wendy reassured, "No one dares to challenge you in Neverwinter. His Majesty Roland firmly believes that the era of witches and ordinary people living together will soon come. At that time, not only in the western region of Greycastle, but in the entire kingdom, no one will see you as the devil's minions."
"Is there really such a day?" Broken Sword asked dubiously.
"Of course, the Witch League was established for this." Wendy smiled, "Anyway, I'll take you to a resting place first."
…
No. 76 slowly moved onto a stretcher and was carried out of the cabin by the sailors. The moment she left the sailboat, she finally saw the whole view of the pier. The heavy snow fluttering in the sky did not make the city deserted. Dozens of people lined up along the pier, sweeping the snow on the ground. Farther away were strange cargo ships docked to unload, as Amy had said, they had no towering masts and sails, but they could come and go in the river.
"Those boats don't seem to have oars..."
"And how is it like it's made of stone?"
The witches were talking in low voices, and she could clearly see the proud smile on Wendy's face. Even through the wind and snow, that smile still contained warmth.
However, there is much more to No. 76 than this.
As the group entered the city, the scene of Neverwinter City gradually unfolded in front of her.
This new capital is different from the mortal city or the holy city of the Federation that she has seen before. The wide and solid streets are straight like a black vertical line. The falling snowflakes do not affect the road at all. It was piled up on both sides of the road in an orderly manner, and it looked like a pile of white small earthbags.
The trees, apparently planted for beauty, were neatly arranged, with colorful ribbons hanging from their bare trunks. It is conceivable that in midsummer, there should be green trees here, and the staggered branches on the top of the head just constitute a natural awning.
A block of square brick houses stood side by side, almost all of the same size. Apart from that, No. 76 didn't even see a single bungalow or a dilapidated thatched hut.
It was obviously the month of the devil, but there were still many figures walking in the snow in the city. Many people would stop when they passed by and nodded to say hello to the black-haired witch. Their expressions are sincere and enthusiastic, and they don't seem to be oppressed by power and forced to do so.
This is what worries her the most.
It was the first time she had witnessed the sight of witches and mortals living on an equal footing. Although she heard that during the first Battle of Divine Will, witches and mortals also had such a period of non-interference with each other, but that was after all a hundred years ago. And the city seems to be going a step further, not just living in separate cities, but integrating with each other.
"Your Majesty Roland firmly believes that the era of witches and ordinary people living together will soon come." She suddenly recalled Wendy's words in her mind.
It turns out that this is not a joke. In Neverwinter City, there is a faint trend of realization.
During the more than a month-long voyage, she already had a certain understanding of the fourth princes of Greycastle: from the obscure border lord to the highly anticipated king of a country, if it was just a low-level war between mortals, then in the end, defeating the possessed Many churches of the God's Punishment Army may be able to prove his power. Could all this be related to the phenomenon in front of him
If it weren't for dressing sickness, No. 76 would almost want to sit up and take a closer look at the city.
According to Pasha, they will have to deal with mortals sooner or later. In order to defeat the devil, they can temporarily cover up the past of the Federation. After all, they couldn't easily leave the ruins of the labyrinth before the enemy, and it was not easy to reverse the mess left by Starfall City in a short period of time, and as long as the witches could continue, they would one day be able to reproduce the glory of Taquila. On this point, both Akashri-sama and Natalya-sama hold the same opinion.
…
After arriving at the messenger building, No. 76 and the hero were carried back to the bed, and the other three witches gathered around the burning fireplace, excitedly talking about what they had seen and heard along the way. There is no doubt that in just a short time, Neverwinter has left a deep impression on them.
Not long after, Wendy walked into the room with a little girl.
"This is Nana. Whether it is a new injury or an old wound, she can heal as before."
"Is it okay to have a broken leg?" Amy couldn't wait to run to the bedside and lift the cotton blanket over the hero.
"No," the little girl tried it out, shaking her head slowly, "unless you still keep her broken leg. If the entire amputated limb is lost, I can only join, but not regenerate."
"You mean, you have to find two new legs for her?"
"Well, it's better to just cut it." Nana answered seriously. It was clearly a childish voice, but it caused the witches present to shudder.