"You can come out," Agatha looked towards the empty corner of the compartment.
Following her voice, a faint shadow first appeared on the wall, and then Nightingale appeared out of nowhere, blocking the dim candlelight in front of her.
"When did you find me?" There was a hint of surprise in her tone.
"When I took the ring from No. 76," Agatha shrugged and raised the jug, "Would you like a drink?"
"If you pay the bill." Nightingale sat down opposite the Ice Witch, "That magic stone can observe magic power?"
"It's not magic, it's an orange beam of light, or... 'the key'. The latter took out an empty glass, filled it up, and pushed it in front of the other party. "Your beam of light has almost illuminated half the room, so it's hard for people not to notice." "
"She noticed too?"
"Ten," Agatha nodded, "she doesn't mind showing her identity in front of her peers."
"I'm not of the same kind as she is, just like I'm not of the same kind as the pure," Nightingale said solemnly, "Why, do you believe what she said?"
"I believe."
"But you didn't take her ring."
"Because I want to really help her and get her on the right path." Agatha poured herself a glass of ale, and then drank it - the quality of the wine is quite inferior, far inferior to the fruit prepared by Evelyn Fragrant liquor, not to mention a chaotic drink with a strange taste. Even so, the sour and bitter taste could not suppress the joy in her heart.
Agatha felt extremely happy.
At the moment when No. 76 revealed her identity, a faint sense of loneliness disappeared from her heart. It turned out that she was not the last remnant of Taquila, and there was a witch of the Federation like her, who had spanned more than 400 years and continued to this era.
Although most people in the Witch Union are very friendly and Wendy loves her very much, Agatha always has a lingering confusion—she knows that this is a chasm accumulated over hundreds of years, not a short-term relationship. can be filled. Facing the witches of the new era, this kind of loneliness has no one to tell, and it is also a kind of paralysis to indulge in work all day long.
The only exception was Roland Wimbledon, and only when she was alone with this strange mortal did she feel a sense of consolation. At first, she found it difficult to understand, but later realized that there was also an indescribable estrangement in Roland, as if he was out of tune with this world - but the other party had to hide it better, almost no one could detect it. .
And now, she is finally no longer alone.
Because of this, Agatha hoped that the other party could request Roland Wimbledon to visit Roland Wimbledon on behalf of the Taquila witch.
The two stood hand in hand to fight the battle of divine will, which was what she wanted to see.
She has fallen in love with the life in Neverwinter, and naturally hopes that those compatriots will also like it here.
Besides, Agatha still had a small thought hidden in her heart.
She wanted the witches to see that she had been wise and correct in her opinion - that cooperation between mortals and witches was the best way to fight the devil.
"That's why you deliberately left her out?" Nightingale looked complicated, as if seeing her true thoughts for the first time.
"Number 76 will understand, after she stays here for a while." Agatha raised the corner of her mouth, "Isn't that how I came here?"
This group of survivors is different from the church... They don't agree with the God's Punishment Army plan, they don't want to use witches as materials, and they even break with Lord Akalis for this. This is also one of the reasons why she decides to help them.
After that, Nightingale was silent for a long time, until the swaying candle bottomed out, and she gradually disappeared and returned to darkness. "I hope she will make the right choice."
"She will," Agatha smiled, "I believe it."
No. 76 went back to the Diplomatic Building along the original road, and happened to meet Annie and her party after visiting the beverage factory.
"I'm much better when I wake up," she explained proactively before everyone spoke, "I just felt a little stuffy in the room, so I went for a walk in the yard."
"You should wear more clothes and be careful of catching a cold," Duanjian said with concern.
Amy took her hand and said cheerfully, "It's a shame you didn't come with us this afternoon! Miss Evelyn's Chaos Drink is the most incredible thing in the world!"
"Chaos... drink?"
"Yeah, she could only change the taste of drinks. After her ability evolves, she can create delicious drinks that will never repeat the taste. I swear that even the nobles of Wolf Heart City would never have tasted such amazing things." Amy looked very excited. "Whether it's black tea, honey milk or fine wine, it's not worth mentioning in front of it."
It's a high-level witch again... No. 76 is already numb. Although it's unclear what Wendy and Nana mean by study, there is no doubt that the Alliance has come to the front of the Federation when it comes to cultivating witches. . It's just that according to Agatha, the root of all this seems to be rooted in the mortal Roland Wimbledon, which is what makes it difficult for her to understand.
Is it possible that mortals know more about magic than witches
"I can testify," the hero echoed, "for a moment, I even felt that all the hardships I encountered before were worth it."
"If I can take a sip occasionally in the future, I won't want to leave Neverwinter if I die," Amy stuck out her tongue.
"Then let's just join the Witch League," Broken Sword said suddenly, "As long as we stay here, there will always be a chance to drink it again, right?"
"I agree!" Amy immediately raised her hand.
"Me... too," the hero nodded earnestly.
The three looked at Annie together, and the latter said helplessly, "I'll listen to you."
Wait... Did you agree to stay here just for an inexplicable drink? No. 76 couldn't help being stunned. And Annie, you said you should observe carefully, take it seriously? After all, I will make a choice after watching tomorrow's visit. If Wendy heard the reasons that made them make up their minds, I'm afraid they would not know whether to laugh or cry.
For some reason, a feeling of envy suddenly rose in her heart.
Simple requests, easy decisions, as long as you see a glimmer of hope, you can move forward without hesitation.
What about herself
…
When everyone fell asleep, No. 76 quietly left the room again and climbed up the roof.
Facing the whistling wind and snow, she raised her ring and pointed it in the direction of the castle, squinting her eyes - a beam of light as broad as a city wall appeared in front of her again, even if no magic power was activated, even if it far exceeded the theoretical detection range. , it still miraculously descended upon her vision.
She needs to find the Chosen for the Taquila witch, which is the biggest purpose of this trip.
But taking a step back, the meaning of the Chosen to the survivors seems to be no different from the meaning of Chaos Drink to Amy and others.
She made a decision in her heart.
…
When Wendy came to the Diplomatic Building the next day, on the 76th, she handed a letter written overnight to the other party.
"I'm the Taquila witch from the labyrinth of despair, Phyllis. I have brought news about the will of God and the savior of the world. I hope to meet the lord of Neverwinter and discuss the battle against the will of God." She did not evade The witch with the heart of the wolf, but stood in front of everyone and said solemnly.
Amy and the others widened their eyes, as if they had heard unbelievable news.
"Number seventy-six... what are you... talking about?"
"So you're a witch too? Great!"
"Phyllis... is that your real name?"
The reactions of the three were different, and only Annie remained silent.
Wendy seemed to have expected this a long time ago. She didn't even say that she would report the situation to the castle first. Instead, she accepted a paper and smiled encouragingly at her, "Come with me, Your Majesty is waiting for you in the study. already."