"So this pigeon is so powerful!" Amy exclaimed.
"Cuckoo!"
"Is there?" Lightning expressed dissatisfaction. "She just took advantage of her age. When I become an adult, I will definitely be able to evolve super powerful new abilities!"
"Then... can you tell me what Miss Maisie's new ability is?"
"It's turned into a flying monster. Although it looks very fierce, it can fly up to cover the sky, but it's not cute at all."
"Woooo-" Maisie's high head drooped down.
"The flying beast... I really want to see it."
"Me too."
The witches chatted around the two of them, only No. 76 was anxious—these idiots were all laymen and couldn't ask the key points at all. Who cares whether a high-level witch is cute or mighty? Shouldn't the focus be on the relationship between ability evolution and magic cyclone, and how to become a high-level witch? For the first time, she felt that it was so difficult to maintain a smile, and there was an illusion that the corners of her mouth were about to twitch.
Seeing that the topic was getting more and more biased, she had to speak by herself, "But Miss Maisie looks no different from an ordinary pigeon now... How can I tell that her ability has evolved?"
This question may have a slight possibility of increasing her chances of revealing her identity, but No. 76 can no longer care about that much.
There is still a bit of luck in her heart. Maybe they can clearly distinguish the difference between the awakening day and the adult solidification, but it is still possible to regard some branch abilities as high-level awakening-after all, some lucky people may have multiple branch abilities.
"Distinguish from the magic power," Wendy answered her, "If the magic power of an ordinary witch is like a cyclone or mist, it will condense into a new shape after evolution. For example, Maisie's magic power is now spread out. The white wings are very different from the foggy mist before."
The magic cohesion and reconstruction is exactly the same as the definition of the Federation.
The last suspicion was also shattered. If the other party did not lie, then Maisie was indeed a high-level witch.
Although No. 76 did not have the means to directly observe the magic power, since Wendy can speak so clearly, it is obvious that she has a relatively comprehensive understanding of evolution.
"So that's it," she suppressed her turbulent emotions, showing a sudden realization, "Your ability... is it the same?"
"I don't have magic power," Wendy replied calmly. "Compared to Anna and the others, I still have a lot to learn."
So a "primordial witch" became the manager of the entire alliance, and was still in a group with the high-level promotion? Seeing Pigeon's intimate and easy-to-understand expression, No. 76 suddenly had a feeling that she had really slept for too long, and the world was very different from the Taquila she was familiar with.
The Wolfheart Witch did not feel the complicated emotions in her heart at all. Except for Annie, the three teased Maisie with each other, and the laughter and laughter spread all the way.
Just as they were climbing along the mountain road, No. 76 deliberately fell behind.
She stretched her finger wearing the multi-colored magic stone ring to the edge of her eye socket, pretending to rub her eyes, but in fact, through the clear magic stone, she squinted at Lightning and Maisie.
Since both of them were in the stage of ability display, two striking orange lights suddenly appeared in her field of vision.
The beam of light above Lightning's head was close to that of Annie and the others, about the thickness of a finger, while Maisie's was thicker, almost equal to her arm, which was in line with the theory that a high-level witch's key was more complicated.
It's just that it is much smaller than the beam of light from the infiltrator last night, not to mention the giant beam of light like a gable in the castle area.
They are not the chosen ones.
With mixed feelings, No. 76 wrote down the names of the two.
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After entering the North Slope Mine, the noise became louder and louder. The witches were surprised to see that there was still a lot of uproar around the mine. The scattered snowflakes and the cold wind did not make them stop their work. They could see everywhere along the way. to a busy figure.
And unlike what was expected before, they were definitely not dressed as prisoners in ragged clothes, but thick leather coats of the same color, with cloth belts of different colors wrapped around their heads, which seemed to distinguish the content of their work in this way. Near the entrance of the mine, the ground was covered with iron bars of the same width, and four-wheeled carts drove across the iron bars. There were neither people pushing or pulling, nor horses or donkeys in sight.
Bright banners are hung along the track, embroidered with huge slogans - labor is the most glorious, win the future with your hands, ten years of labor, hundred years of housing, etc... Crimson banners, white snow and dark rails constitute the The three main primary colors in the mining area.
"When His Majesty Roland was not yet the lord of Border Town, the ore produced here could only be exchanged for hundreds of golden dragons each quarter, and in winter it was impossible to produce in order to cope with the Devil's Moon, and the salaries of the locals could not even support themselves. Wendy stopped, turned around and said slowly, "After your Majesty came to the Western Territory, he rescued a witch named Anna, which opened a new door for witches and ordinary people to cooperate with each other."
"Have you seen those black steel machines? They were made by Anna alone. They can drag mine carts instead of manpower, drain water, and can be operated by anyone without being driven by magic. It is with these devices that the mine's The output has increased more than ten times, and people's wages can not only fill their stomachs, but also buy new clothes or a place to live. It is this visible benefit that makes the townspeople gradually accept the existence of witches."
"The question you asked before, what exactly is the work of witches, this is the answer - to create a better life." Wendy stroked the red hair in front of her forehead, her tone full of pride, "If you are willing to join the Witch Union, Let’s work together to build this city and this home, and the people will remember your name firmly in the future.”
It can be seen that even Annie, who has always been calm, was moved. Her hands holding the wheelchair opened and closed gently, revealing her emotions. Others were even more insane after hearing about "the witch's home"... For these refugees, there is nothing more heartwarming than a warm place to live.
Only No. 76 was full of doubts. The key to the change Wendy told was not the witch, but the black machines. How did a local commoner, one of the lowest class even among mortals, know how to make them? Awakening can only bring about an improvement in ability and physical fitness, but it will not give her knowledge she has never seen before.
What happened during this period
And the next sentence of the other party made No. 76 feel a sudden jump in his heart.
"Since we arrived at Beipo Mountain, let's drop by to meet Miss Anna," Wendy said with a soft smile, "You must know that she is not only the busiest witch in the alliance, but also the only genius who has evolved twice. "