When Agatha woke up again, the room was empty, and the thick curtains were closed, making it seem very quiet. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Probably considering that he was not familiar with the environment, a candle was always lit by the bedside, and the orange flame burned quietly.

She looked at it for a long time, and saw that not a single drop of wax came out, and the candle was always so long, as if it would never burn.

It must be magic, she thought.

The quilt was very soft, probably woven from fine cotton, and filled with a light and warm fleece core. This treatment is no worse than when I was in the holy city of Tachira, and it is hard to believe that there can be such comfortable beds and bedrooms in the wilderness.

I moved my fingers, and most of my strength had recovered. Agatha rolled out of bed and drove her magic, and a chill suddenly overflowed from her fingers - it seemed that the prince really didn't do anything more, but removed the Divine Punishment Stone, giving himself a certain amount of freedom.

She walked over to the window and lifted the corner of the curtain. It was pitch black outside, with no stars or moon in sight, and the whole land seemed to be swallowed up in darkness, except for a few dim fires shaking in the distance. Through the window, she could hear the wind whistling outside, and occasionally see a few snowflakes falling on the glass.

It seems to be winter, and it's a good season for witches to wake up. In Tachira, you don't see such nights at all, and every day of winter is a day of celebration for the whole city. Bonfires are lit in the streets all night long, and when you look out from the tower, it looks as if the whole city has been set on fire. The flickering firelight is like a star, symbolizing hope and the future. People prayed around the campfire, hoping to gather magic and cross the mortal realm. Every time a witch appears, the fate of her family changes, and she has no worries about food and clothing from now on.

Egger pulled the latch and pushed the window open, and the cold wind melted into the room, blowing the curtains back. The candles in the house were extinguished. Darkness poured in, filling every corner of the room. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see the faint white light reflected off the snow on the town's rooftops. Judging from the scope of the building, this place is indeed not large, and it coincides with the border town in the prince's mouth.

In such cold weather, ordinary people would freeze after spending a few hours outside, but Agatha was not afraid of the cold, and the slightest uncomfortable chill would be automatically omitted by her body. When she felt cold, it was before she woke up, and by now, she had almost forgotten it.

Closing her eyes, Agatha's mind was full of previous conversations.

The Federation is dead, witches have become minions of the devil, and mortals are hunting witches wantonly relying on the Stone of Divine Punishment...... From that note, it is clear that both Akaris and Nataya have managed to escape the Fertile Plains, and if they fail to stop this, the end of the Federation is a foregone conclusion.

What happened at that time that caused these two transcendents to fall into the hands of mortals?

She just didn't want to think about it anymore.

"Aren't you cold?" suddenly someone behind him asked.

Agatha was startled, and she turned back to see a woman sitting on the edge of the bed in the dim light, her face completely hidden in the night, like a ghost looming quietly. The door was still closed, and I hadn't heard any footsteps before.

"I wouldn't mind relighting the candle if you could close the window. She added.

There is no doubt that the other party is a witch.

What is she doing at such a late hour?

Agatha nodded quietly, closed the window, and quietly let the thin ice crawl all over her skin. Instead of making a dangerous move, the visitor opened the first compartment of the bedside table, took out the fire sickle from it, and lit the candle - and as the light of the fire lit up, she saw the other man's appearance: a beautiful head of curly blond hair, slender eyebrows, and a look of snarky eyes, not of any witch she had ever seen before.

"First meeting...... No, this is the second time we've met," she curled the corners of her mouth, "my name is Nightingale." ”

Meaning...... She was also hidden in the crowd before?"This is your ability?" Agatha frowned, "You're also a high-level awakener?"

Even for a respectable high-ranking witch, it would be rude to trespass without saying hello.

"Ah, you said evolution......" Nightingale shook her head, "I'm not as smart as Anna, I can finish "What Foundations of Nature" in a short time, and my head will explode when I see those formulas and theorems." Evolution probably didn't have anything to do with me in my life. ”

Agatha was stunned that she didn't understand half of the words in her short answer, she really didn't expect the "primordial witch" to say such a thing, and judging by her expression, it didn't look like she was deliberately teasing herself. Could this be what the prince said...... Knowledge?

"That natural ...... Basics, can you show me?"

"Of course, as long as you are willing to join the League of Witches and serve His Royal Highness. She shrugged.

"Serving a mortal?" Agatha's eyes widened, and it took a long time before she whispered, "I thought I was weird enough, but I didn't expect you guys to be even crazier than I am." ”

"Weird, crazy?" said Nightingale, tilting her head, "why do you say that?"

"In the Holy City of Tachira, most of the Awakened only regard ordinary people who are unable to condense their magical powers as lowly servants, inferior, or ...... Fertility tools. "But I don't think so, they are stupid, but they are not incorrigible, and if they are taught to learn and think, they are no worse than witches in most things." Because of this, many people think that I am a strange person who actually leaves some of the affairs of the tower to mortals. I didn't expect you to go one step further than me and recognize a mortal as the master and work for him. ”

"Your Highness Roland doesn't see us as servants," Nightingale pouted, "I don't know what your strange understanding of the word potency is, but the truth is that he took in witches who had been oppressed by the Church, gave the sisters new powers, and brought everyone and their lords to live together in the lands of the West, all of them against the Church, the Beasts, and the Devil in the future. ”

"But this model has proven to be a failure!" said Agatha, raising her voice a little, "more than four hundred years ago...... For you, it could well be eight or nine hundred years ago, when mortals and witches ruled together, when humans were almost all over the Dawn Realm, but in the face of the devil's attack, they were completely defeated, leaving only the corner of the fertile plains. ”

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow, "and such a thing?"

"You said that more than four hundred and fifty years have passed since this buried history," Agatha continued, "according to the records of the Federation, the Third War of the Divine Will will soon begin, and you know nothing about the Devil! Only by reforming the Federation, uniting the witches, and increasing the chances of high-level awakening according to those knowledge, will it be possible to seize the last chance to stop the Devil's attack!"

"Why do you have to say that?"

"What?"

"It's been more than four hundred years now, hasn't it? Four hundred years can change a lot of things, why do you still cling to your old ideas and refuse to let go?" Nightingale sighed, "You also heard what Your Highness said when he left, mortals can defeat the devil. He is also doing something to unite people, but not only witches, he wants to unite every ordinary person on the continent, and he told me that the people all over the continent are the most powerful groups. ”

"Wild—" Agatha was about to refute this nonsense, but suddenly paused. The other party said so affirmatively, as if he had already seen the results. Can 400 years really change all that......? That gray-haired prince has such incredible abilities that mortals can have the power of a beautiful witch?

"You seem to have realized," Nightingale chuckled, "that time is still long, so why not put down the wall of your heart and confirm it with your own eyes?"

This time, Agatha was silent for a long time, "...... I can see that you don't like me. ”

The other party did not refute.

"The witches of the Quest Society often look at me like this, too—ever since I learned that I had hired a group of mortals in the Tower as my lab assistants," she said, "why do you say this to me when you don't like me?"

"As long as you restrain that arrogance and treat Your Highness normally, I can't say how much I hate you, and as for the latter,......" she paused, "because His Highness said that he didn't want to see you abandoned by the times." ”

. (To be continued.) )