“Although it looks magical, it’s useless. Calling water is a basic spell for ring sorcerers, and no one will face a shortage of water. Moreover, your sword can produce a spring when it is pierced into the ground... Perhaps the real purpose of this cup is to purify the water source.”
Luvia commented, taking a sip of the water from the clay chalice to confirm that it was really just clean water.
"It's really useless. But it would be interesting if a cup appeared every time I used the spell 'Power of the Earth·Healing Aura'."
Shad said with a smile.
"But where are you going to find so much contaminated land? Miss Grant also said that a similar situation only occurs once every ten years, and the Orthodox Church can help solve it."
Shade nodded, but he felt that the so-called "polluted land" in the Randall Valley was definitely not that simple. Now that he and Luvia were here, the man in the dream described the "crazy land" so vividly, and Tobesk had a similar situation. In his opinion, it was only a matter of time before he encountered land that needed to be purified again.
"Speaking of which, did your Mithril Cube react to the story of 'Mad Earth'?"
Seeing that Xia De was a little absent-minded, Luvia asked again.
Shade shook his head:
"The strangest thing is that Miss Grande clearly said that this is a situation that occurs every ten years or so in the local area, and it should meet the requirements of 'The Story of Randall Valley'. But unfortunately, Silver Cube did not respond to this... So, what exactly can be considered as the Story of Randall Valley?"
After lunch, Luvia said goodbye to Shade and returned to the Prophet's Association, while Shade wandered around the city again. It was 2:40 pm when they arrived at the Wilde Opera House. The afternoon opera had already begun, and after Shade showed the ticket Miss Grande had given him, he climbed the stairs to the third floor of the opera house.
Although Randall Valley itself is not as big as Tobesk, this opera house looks bigger than Tobesk's. In Shade's opinion, there shouldn't be any accidents in picking up the goods. He even thought about going to the abandoned manor outside the city before dinner after returning to Tobesk.
At three o'clock, Shade, who saw the opening of the opera in the box, also welcomed the delivery man. Miss Grande did not show up, but a young girl dressed as a maid brought him a suitcase, which contained the three echo flowers promised.
After the maid left, Shade also planned to leave. He was not interested in the opera at all. But just as he walked out of the box with his suitcase, he suddenly felt heat in his chest.
"Um?"
After a moment's pause, he immediately realized that the witch detection badge was working. In the short two seconds that Xia De was stunned, the heat of the badge rose rapidly. Xia De fully understood what this meant. A real witch was not far away from him, and was gradually approaching.
"There is actually a great witch in the Randall Valley?"
The fright this brought him was even greater than the undead ghosts in the morning.
Mother-in-law Cassandra is in Middleburg, Miss Carina is still in Saradir County, and whether Miss Sylvia will follow Margaret here or not, at least she is definitely not here now. Miss Aurora had communicated with Shade some time ago, and she has no plans to come to Randall Valley in the near future. Therefore, the witch who appeared here must be any lady that Shade did not know.
No matter who the other party was, Xia De could not face a strange witch alone without any preparation. He immediately turned around and returned to the box with his box:
"There's no reason for the other party to find me. This is the first time the badge has heated up since I arrived here... It must be a coincidence..."
He turned the suitcase into a toy and put it away, then sat on the sofa feeling a little nervous, feeling the change in the heat of the badge on his chest.
But unfortunately, the heat was getting stronger and stronger, which meant that the unknown witch was getting closer and closer. When Shade heard footsteps outside the door, he had already put the extract of weathervane blue grass on the tip of his tongue, and was ready to get up and hide in the corner, then cover his face with his hands and turn into an angel statue to hide.
After all, there are no windows in the opera box.
Fortunately, the strange witch's target was not here. Judging from the footsteps, she and the people around her entered the box next door.
Shade nervously put his ear to the door and listened to the sound, wanting to leave as soon as possible after making sure the other party closed the door. There must be witch followers around the great witch. Only a small number of followers with strong power could not find out that Shade was different by looking at him, but if it was a real witch apprentice like Tifa and Miss Rita Swift, Shade might also be discovered.
Unfortunately, even though the witch entered the next room, there were still footsteps in the corridor.
Xia De listened patiently, and then heard the subtle sound of high heels stepping on the soft carpet outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door:
"Mr Watson, may I come in?"
It was Miss Grande's voice.
"Is she related to the witch? That's not right. When we shook hands this morning, she clearly..."
No witch power.
Xia De did not speak at the door, but took a step forward, returned to the sofa and sat down:
"Miss Grande? Please come in."
After saying that, he stood up, and the lady who looked to be in her twenties also walked in.
Although the voice he heard just now was that of Miss Grande, the person who came in was not the slightly ordinary face he saw in the morning, but a delicate face that was no less exquisite than the girl next to Xia De.
This is obviously what she really looks like.
When I met this lady in the morning, she was wearing ordinary winter clothes. She was probably dressed a little more formally because she was at the opera house. But it was not a dress, but some kind of uniform dress with a round badge on her chest.
The main body of the badge is golden, with extremely complex patterns on it. Some look like the rising sun, while others look like meaningless ink patterns in religious murals in churches.
Shad didn't recognize this.
"Good afternoon, Miss Grande, is that you? You have a really pretty face... May I ask what I can do for you? I thought the commission I accepted was over."
He asked with pretended hesitation, and confirmed again that the lady in front of him really did not have the power of a witch.
The sorceress smiled and said:
"It is indeed over. There are no more problems with that piece of land. However, I have informed my friend, a high-level sorcerer who is very powerful in the local area, about this matter. She is very interested in the problem of that piece of land and the spell you used to solve it. Mr. Watson, are you interested in meeting her? The lady is next door now."
Although this suggestion was presumptuous, it seemed good at least on the surface. Shade claimed to be a ring sorcerer from another place, and if he could get to know a local high-ring sorcerer through this, it would be very helpful for the future.
But the problem is that the high-level warlock cannot be a witch. It is impossible for all witches in the Witch Council to not mind his existence. Miss Carina has repeated this many times.
“I’m honored to be invited.”
Xia De said this very cautiously. He did not refuse. He knew that he would have to deal with many things in this city, and from past experience, the witch was unavoidable.
"However, I originally had nothing to do in the afternoon, but I received a letter from a friend at noon, and now I have to go meet him."
He tried to keep his expression calm to hide his inner thoughts when he was lying:
"Please apologize to the lady for me, but I think I can go see her any time later this week."
Miss Grande still maintained her elegant smile:
"Of course, please accept this ticket then."
She handed over the tickets to the Shad Wilde Opera again:
"Tomorrow afternoon, still at this time, the lady will meet you here."
"Yes, I won't break my promise this time."
Shade assured, and then left as Miss Grande watched.
As he walked through the corridor, he did not dare to look back. It was not until he walked down the stairs that he felt his back was soaked. He was afraid that he would hear the sound of a door opening behind him when he was halfway through his walk:
"But... who is this witch?"
(Little Mia is running...)
Thursday night at 8:00. Witch Council.
As the thirteen witches left through the fog doors behind their seats, another meeting of the Witch Council ended. However, before the scent of the ladies' perfume dissipated, the fog door opened again, and Miss Sylvia, Miss Carina, and Miss Aurora returned one after another.
Miss Aurora was wearing a black dress with an exceptionally slim waist. She stood behind her chair, holding the back of the chair with one hand, frowning slightly as if she was thinking about something.
Miss Carina was wearing an elegant sky blue dress and a small silver crown. She sat on her stone chair, clasped her hands together and looked at the round stone table illuminated by an unknown skylight. Tifa stood behind her with a peaceful smile, still wearing the maid's long dress.
Young Miss Sylvia was wearing a simple red dress. She folded her hands in front of her chest and leaned against the wall at the edge of the circular open space in the center of the parliament. She rubbed the index finger and thumb of her right hand, which were painted with red nail polish, back and forth anxiously.
No one spoke, but waited patiently. Fortunately, after only a few minutes, another fog door opened, and the old witch Granny Cassandra walked in first, followed by her apprentice Miss Rita Swift. The young girl seemed a little nervous, and after respectfully saluting the three witches, she pulled out a chair for her teacher to sit down.
Behind Miss Swift, Shad, who was waiting at Cassandra's Auction House in Midhill Castle, also walked in.
"Good evening, Miss Carina, Miss Aurora, Miss Sylvia."
He greeted all the great witches, and the witches and apprentices, who had different looks but were all as bright as flowers, also smiled at him.