When Agatha returned to the castle after a busy day, it was completely dark. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Pushing open the door to her apartment, she was surprised to find Wendy waiting for her in the living room.

"Why are you so busy at this time?" the other party frowned slightly, but there was no hint of blame in his words, just simple concern, "It's better to come back early in the future, at least have dinner with everyone." ”

"I'm sorry, I forgot to look at the sky," Agatha took off her coat and hung it in the doorway, "just thinking about making the last batch of nitrogen, but it was already dark when I went out—but you have to blame the lord, the lights in the chemical plant are no different from daytime." ”

"I've brought you dinner," Wendy sighed helplessly, "just put it on the table, it's still hot, hurry up and eat it." ”

"I'm sorry for you," Agatha said with a slight touch. The other party is the most beloved witch of the Mutual Aid Society, and is deeply trusted by the lord, and if he is placed in Tachira, he is also the executive officer of at least three seats. It is absolutely impossible for such a person to bring himself dinner.

"You're welcome," Wendy patted her on the shoulder, "If you're tired, don't feel embarrassed to ask Echo to sing you a song about the hot springs...... Don't forget that you're also a member of the League of Witches. ”

Witch Alliance......

After the door closed, Agatha was silent for a moment before she walked over to the table and unveiled the insulated metal lunch box.

Inside the box were three dishes and one soup, fragrant barbecue steak, pan-fried mushrooms, slices of bread and egg soup, and to her surprise, there was a small plate of honey stuffed into the corner of the box.

She couldn't help but swallow.

I didn't expect Wendy to notice this......

During the decades of Tachira's battle with the devil, supplies of all kinds became increasingly scarce, including food. Although Agatha's status is not low, all she can eat on weekdays is all kinds of grains and fruits grown by auxiliary witches, and meat is also available, but the supply is not very stable, not to mention spices, sugar, and honey - the first two are luxuries that can only be enjoyed by the upper echelons of the Federation, while the latter, even if there are witches who can drive swarms, are thrown into the battlefield, not used to brew this dispensable sweet.

In fact, she loves sweet things, especially honey.

At a barbecue, most people choose a combination of pepper powder and salt as a spread, and she quietly brushes a jar of honey clean. Unexpectedly, this scene was seen by Wendy.

Suddenly, she felt something rush up in her heart - because she couldn't feel the cold, she was also very insensitive to warmth, and rarely used hot water in the bath, because she didn't want to trouble Anna. Considering her identity and origin, she even asked Roland for a separate room, just like the top floor of the test tower where she lived alone.

But now, she felt a little cold in the room.

Perhaps, it's not bad to live with other people?

Agatha took out the honey, spread it evenly on the bread slices, and slowly put it in her mouth, this time, she did feel the warmth of the sweetness.

......

After dinner, she planned to watch "Elementary Chemistry" for a while before going to sleep, this knowledge may not help her further promotion, but it will not embarrass her in front of mortals.

Recently, there have been a large number of strangers in the chemical factory, and they are all from the Wangdu Alchemy Association. Agatha could see them wandering between the lab and the factory every day, sometimes with Kaimo Stoil, sometimes with Chemo's disciple Chames, but whenever she saw them, there was always an expression of disbelief on their faces, and each of them could put an egg in their mouth, as if they had only one expression. And there are a few guys with too much curiosity who seem to think of her as a famous alchemist, and when they have the opportunity, they come over and ask a few questions, which are extremely simple at first, and then a little difficult to deal with.

In order to preserve the dignity of the High Witch and the honor of the Secret Society, Agatha decided to keep this image alive.

However, these days of getting along also made her confirm once again that the Federation's approach is indeed wrong.

Roland proved the intellect of the aristocracy, and these mortals of ordinary origin also possessed the wisdom of witches. It only took them a few days to master the operation of the nitrogen production equipment and understand the process of extracting nitrogen. At first, there was a debate about how many elements are in the air, but now there is a discussion about what synthetic ammonia is. Even a few gray-haired old men asked the white paper with a shy smile, which scared the latter enough.

Clearly, they're learning everything about it at a rapid pace.

Thinking of this, Agatha couldn't help but sigh that witches were neither darlings of the gods, nor unfortunate people abandoned by the gods—they were essentially no different from mortals, just an inevitable fate. In this battle of divine will, everyone has to bear their own fate, and witches are just a small part of it.

She began to believe that humanity would not be able to win this battle of fate without any part.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Agatha said, turning back, "the door is unlocked. ”

Pushing the door open was a tall, blonde woman who didn't pull up her hood, but Agatha felt like she was in the shadows at all times.

Nightingale.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty Roland wants to see you. ”

"If he wanted to emphasize the theory of combining work and rest, so that I would come back sooner later, I already knew that. I'll pay attention later," Agatha pouted, "so as not to waste his precious time." ”

"Yes......" Nightingale blinked, and to be honest, she seemed to be quite talkative if not against her, "that's just one of the reasons, and His Majesty said that he wanted to attack the devil." ”

Agatha was stunned for a moment, "What?" and then she threw the book in her hand onto the table, "Take me there!"

......

Rushing into the lord's office, before Roland could speak, Agatha said eagerly, "Now that you can't even muster ten fortress cannons, you want to attack the devil's camp? Do you think they are as fragile as humans, and they only need to kill a few thousand of them, and they will throw away their armor and flee around!

"What?" Roland looked surprised, "what the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't you want to do it to the devil!"

He glanced at the nightingale, then chuckled, "No, you misunderstood me, I didn't mean to destroy their camp, but to catch a few live devils back. ”