This sentence surprised Seventy-Six slightly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that there is more than one reviewer?

However, after 400 years of training, she has already learned how to hide her emotions, not to mention that as long as her mind turns, her body will be separated from her consciousness - it is difficult for her to reveal her flaws by cold surprise questioning.

Seventy-six first feigned surprise, then reluctantly pulled the ring from his robe, hesitated for a long time before saying, "I stole it from ...... 'black money'. ”

At the same time, her mental evaluation of the League of Witches had risen a notch, and she had begun to think that their greeting was too casual, which now seemed to be the case. A witch can discern lies, and another has the ability to see through the eyes, which is cautious enough.

"Black money?" the long-haired green-haired witch picked up the ring in her hand and looked at it carefully for a moment, "this...... It seems to be a magic stone, but it doesn't look the same. ”

Seventy-six suddenly frowned in their hearts, they actually knew about the existence of the magic stone? Now it is a little troublesome, although its activation method is not the same as that of ordinary magic stones, but as long as you think about it for a while, you will find out its effect sooner or later. Gotta distract them, she didn't have a second one.

"Black money is the underground fair I used to stay in...... Objects excavated from ancient ruins are often auctioned off, and the owners often say that they have incredible powers, and the more novel things are, the more popular they are with buyers. In addition to this, they occasionally auction ...... Auction ......"

"What?" Wendy asked.

"Auction witches. Seventy-six whispered.

Hearing this, the faces of the four of them showed undisguised anger, and the attention placed on the ring was also a little less. Apparently, they all abhor the sale of witches as slaves, which also shows that the witch organization of Greycastle will not approve of Starfall's approach.

"Seventy-six didn't lie, and I was almost auctioned off to the nobility for 'black money'," Amy chimed in, "but luckily Mr. Ambassador saved me." ”

"Sooner or later, they'll get their retribution," the blonde witch said coldly.

"That ring ......" number seventy-six pretended to be timid.

"Miss Agatha will be interested in this thing, but let's wait until you're familiar with Neverwinter," the green-haired witch shrugged, but didn't mean to take it for granted, and put the ring back in her hand.

Seventy-six was slightly stunned, the name Agatha sounded familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"I promise you won't happen to you again," Wendy reassured, "no one in Neverwinter will dare to fight your idea, and Your Majesty Roland is convinced that the time will soon come when witches and ordinary people will live together - and then, no one will see you as the devil's minions, not only in the west of the Greykeep, but in the entire kingdom." ”

"Is there really a day?" Broken Sword asked, incredulous.

"Of course, the League of Witches was built for that. Wendy smiled, "Anyway, I'll take you to a resting place first." ”

......

Seventy-six slowly moved onto the stretcher and was carried out of the cabin by the sailors. The moment she left the sailboat, she finally saw the whole picture of the pier - the heavy snow did not desert the city, and dozens of people lined up along the pier, sweeping the snow from the ground. Farther away are strange cargo ships that come ashore to unload their cargo, which, as Amy puts it, have no towering masts or sails, but can come and go in the river with ease.

"Those boats don't seem to have oars......"

"And how does it look like it's made of stone?"

The witches lowered their voices and talked, but she could clearly see a proud smile on Wendy's face—a smile that still contained warmth even through the wind and snow.

However, there was much more to Seventy-Six's surprise than that.

As the group entered the city, the scene of Neverwinter unfolded in front of her.

The new royal capital was unlike any other mortal city or a United Holy City she had ever seen, the wide, solid streets were as straight as black vertical lines, and the falling snowflakes did not affect the road at all, and the snow was piled up on both sides of the road in an orderly manner, looking like small white dirt bags.

The large trees, apparently planted for aesthetic purposes, are neatly arranged, and colorful ribbons are hung on the bare trunks. As you can imagine, in the middle of summer, it should be full of greenery, and the staggered branches overhead form a natural awning.

The boxy brick houses stood side by side, almost all of the same size, and there was not even a single bungalow or dilapidated thatched hut to be seen at No. 76.

It was the month of demons, but there were still many figures in the city who braved the snow, and many of them would stop and nod to the black-haired witch as they passed by. Their expressions were sincere and enthusiastic, not at all like they were forced to do so by power.

That's what she cares about the most.

It was the first time she had seen witches and mortals on an equal footing - although she had heard that during the first battle of the gods, witches and mortals had a time of non-interference, but that was eight or nine hundred years ago. And the city seems to go one step further, not just living separately, but as one with each other.

"His Majesty Roland firmly believes that the time will soon come when witches and ordinary people will live together"—she suddenly recalled Wendy's words in her mind.

It turns out that this is not a joke, and in Neverwinter, there is a faint trend towards realization.

During the voyage of more than a month, she already knew a certain amount about the four princes of the Grey Castle: from the obscure border lord to the king of a kingdom that everyone watched, if the front was only a low-level war between mortals, then the final defeat of the church with many divine punishment armies might prove his strength - could all this have something to do with the phenomenon in front of him?

If it weren't for the dress code, Seventy-Six would have almost wanted to sit up and take a closer look at the city.

According to Pasha, sooner or later they will have to deal with mortals, and in order to defeat the devil, they can temporarily cover up the past of the Federation. After all, the enemy is current, and they can't easily leave the labyrinth ruins, and it is not easy to reverse the mess left by Falling Star City in a short time, and as long as the witch can continue, she will be able to regain the glory of Taqira one day. On this point, both Lord Akasri and Lord Nataya are on the same page.

......

Upon arrival at the Messenger's Building, Seventy-Six and the Hero were carried back to their beds, and the other three witches gathered around the roaring fireplace, excitedly talking about what they had seen along the way. There was no doubt that in just a short period of time, Neverwinter had already impressed them.

It wasn't long before Wendy walked into the room with a little girl.

"This is Nanawa, whether it's a new injury or an old wound, she can heal as before. ”

"Is it okay to break a leg?" Amy couldn't wait to run to the bedside and uncover the cotton blanket covering the hero.

"No," said the little girl, stretching out her hand and shaking her head slowly, "unless you still have her broken leg." If I lose my entire limb, I can only rejoin, not rebirth. ”

"You're saying you'll have to find her two new legs?"

"Well, it's better to cut it fresh. Nanawa replied earnestly. It was obviously a childish voice, but it made the witches present shudder.