When Roland fell asleep, the nightingale slipped into the fog and quietly left the castle. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Her destination was the Diplomatic Building.

The darkness of the night, in black and white, was a distinct black and white color in the mist, and with the distorted lines of her outline, she leaped several meters and walked through the garden wall in a few steps.

Roland calls this method of action flash, and says that it is a magic skill with no cooldown. The nightingale immediately liked this name - moving like lightning, quiet like a shadow, flickering and flickering, unguardable, for flashing.

It's just that she doesn't quite understand what the cooldown time in the second half of the sentence means.

But this is also the old problem of His Majesty Roland, who has been by his side for a long time, and can always hear some words that he doesn't know what to say.

Out of the castle area, the nightingale did not descend the hill as usual, but jumped high on the side of the hillside, followed the lines that appeared in the sky, and after a few vertical steps, fell directly to the top floor of the diplomatic building.

Built on the strip between the castle and the residential area, the four-storey building is just as high as the small plateau where the castle is located, and is the second concrete building after the Witches' House.

It was originally built to house some of the more important prisoners, such as the wife and daughter of the Duke of Lane, who were interned in the basement - prisoners, but the conditions of the new dungeon were much better than the previous ones, and there were daily walks and wind breaks, which, in her opinion, were simply cheaper for the nobles.

Presumably because His Majesty felt that he might not have so many enemies to keep under house arrest, the above-ground part became the first place of residence for the newcomers to Neverwinter, such as the Alchemists' Guild of the Royal Capital, the sages of the Astrology Society, and the Fjord Maritime Merchant, who lived here for some time.

Since the rooms in the diplomatic building are mostly vacant and far away from the community heating system, there is only running water. And because the identity of the occupants is more complicated, His Majesty has also added a personal guard here, which can not only show the importance of the guests, but also have the meaning of monitoring and vigilance.

Nightingale naturally did not choose to go down the corridor to alarm the guards, she went directly through the top floor and entered the bedroom where the wolfheart witches lived.

The afternoon review did not find anything unusual, the magic cyclones of the four witches were all stable, and the capacity was not outstanding, which was the most ordinary kind. As for the content of the Q&A, she is basically not lying, only a little vague when talking about her past experiences, and the subtle parts of her words are keenly captured by her branching abilities - but this is normal, and the hardships, hunts, and even more unspeakable treatments along the way will become a shadow in the witch's heart that she does not want to mention, and it is common people to want to hide it.

If only these four witches had come to Neverwinter, it would likely have four more sisters.

But what made Nightingale concerned was the ordinary woman known as Seventy-Six.

Obviously, the other party has no magical brilliance, and her demeanor is no different from ordinary people, but she always feels that something is wrong. In retrospect, she realized that what made her feel strange was Seventy-Six's unconcealed answer.

Nightingale has seen many people pour beans into a basket and pour out what they know until they are facing death, and it is rare for a former maid of the underground chamber of commerce to be honest with a stranger without any threat.

But she couldn't tell that there was something wrong with the other party's identity for this reason.

After all, Seventy-Six did not lie.

Not lying means that the experiences and origins she talks about so far are credible. In addition, Joko, Amy, and Anne corroborate each other's claims - she is indeed a guide at the "Black Money" fair, and was bought by Joko because she was involved in a witch auction.

So Nightingale decided to visit the Diplomatic Building at night and observe Seventy-Six's movements in the fog.

If the other party really has bad intentions, this is also the moment when it is easiest to show flaws.

She went from bedroom to bedroom and quickly found the room where her target was.

The other witches had mostly fallen asleep, but Seventy-Six's room was still lit - she was sitting at the head of the bed, playing with the ring in her hand by the candlelight, and her eyes were full of joy and intoxication.

Is it because of the beautiful gemstones set in the ring?

Nightingale walked over to the bedside and watched her every move in silence.

And she didn't do anything suspicious except to admire the ring over and over, like a lucky person who held a treasure in her hand and couldn't sleep with excitement.

Although the ring shimmered with a small amount of magic, it was not surprising that one of these magic stones appeared in the exhibition, considering that there were often auctions of relics that had been collected from unknown sources.

Half an hour passed like this, until the other party was tired of appreciating it, hung his arms in a daze, closed his eyes, and the nightingale sighed softly.

It seems that he is overly worried.

She gave Seventy-Six one last glance, reached out to extinguish the candle, and turned through the wall to throw herself into the howling snowstorm.

The heat of the multicolored magic stone subsided, which proved that the person who used the magic power had left the bedroom.

Seventy-six breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if they were able to gain almost unlimited lives through soul transfer, it didn't mean they could stay awake all night. It's just that after disconnecting the soul from the body, the efficiency of rest is much higher than sleep, so in a day, she only needs to rest for an hour or two to recover her spirit.

Normally, she falls asleep much later than a witch.

Unexpectedly, it was precisely because of this difference that she observed an incredible scene.

Seventy-six opened his eyes and looked at the bed that was already empty—just now, a pillar of bright orange light appeared in the room, and the beam of light the thickness of a torso reached the ceiling, reflecting the other side of the ring in a golden yellow! Although she couldn't see the other party's figure, she knew that it was by no means a simple stealth technique, but a much more complex ability!

Could it be that the visitor is Anna or Leaf in Nanawa's mouth?

Although there was still a certain gap from the requirements of the Chosen One, the sight of such an orange light had already excited Seventy-Six.

The activation method of the Colorful Magic Stone Ring is very simple, as long as someone nearby is casting the ability, the magic stone can absorb a small part of the surging magic power, thus showing the complexity of the ability. The specific manifestation is the pillars of light observed through the magic stone, and the thicker the pillar of light, the more complex the key.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and she simply walked out of the room and went to the top floor of the building.

The wind and snow were blowing, but she didn't feel a trace of cold, if it was usual, this feeling of emptiness would only make her tired, but now she felt very excited, quite a kind of boldness to stand in the wind, chasing the last light in the dark.

Raise the ring and point it in the direction of the castle - according to Wendy, this is where the witches live, and now that the first high-ranking witch has appeared, will the witches have more surprises for her?

She was looking forward to it.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The ring in his hand suddenly trembled, as if it was resonating with something.

Through the magic stone, Seventy-Six saw a pillar of light that had never been seen before—it was almost like a wide wall, cutting off half of the sky.