Agatha was at a loss for what she was saying, and she didn't want to believe what she was saying, but the stories sounded so true—what witch could have come up with such a tragic experience without having experienced it herself?

If it were herself, it would never be possible for her to imagine herself being enslaved and hunted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if it was an ordinary person with a low status in the Holy City, it was a person, not an animal.

She felt extremely tired, and Wendy seemed to see her discomfort and brought a glass of hot milk, "Drink this, you'll feel better." ”

Although the red-haired woman did not possess the power and power of the Divine Protector, she still infected her like a flame, not hot and dazzling, but warm as water...... She drank the milk, as if the sweetness she hadn't tasted in a long time flowed into her stomach, giving her some strength. After a long break, the conversation continued.

Although I don't understand why one group of witches is wary of another, in order for them to believe in themselves and unlock the stone of punishment, they must first gain the trust of the other party.

As for the credibility of what the prince and Wendy said, it must be confirmed by their own eyes.

She wouldn't believe that the Federation had just disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed, until she had seen this cramped and backward wilderness with her own eyes.

"As I said before, my name is Agatha and I'm from the Tachira Quest Society. In the fifth year of the War of the Divine Will, as the last holy city, Tachira did not hold out until the end of the war. Most of them started their escape journey, but I headed to the Hidden Forest to retrieve some of what was left behind. ”

"Wait...... Are you fighting the devil?" asked the prince.

Agatha frowned, "Who else but us?

"You're a witch of the church?"

"I have never heard of what the church is," she said impatiently, "Tachira...... No, all holy cities were founded by witches, and tens of thousands of people live in them, most of them are ordinary people like you, except for witches. They are responsible for giving birth and caring for the child until the child awakens, and then hands it over to specialized tissue culture. Of course, witches who are good at fighting will join the federation and start a battle with the devil. ”

The prince pondered for a moment, then took out a book and handed it to her, "Can you read what is written on it?"

Agatha flipped through the pages casually, and was quickly caught in her gaze, "This is ...... The Witch's Diary. ”

"You use this kind of writing?" asked a light-gray-haired witch.

"The Federation was created to separate it from the words used by ordinary people, so that they could not participate in the affairs of the upper echelons, although I don't think it was a good idea. ”

"How?" she wondered, "If it's just another set of words, ordinary people can learn it, right?"

"It takes magic," Agatha explained, "not too difficult a trick, and if you're a witch, I can teach you." ”

"The written word itself is a tool for communication, and it is foolish to make it as widespread as possible," the prince commented, "and to exclude ordinary people is to greatly narrow the range of manpower available to you." In fact, after training and education, ordinary people are able to perform many positions, and they are not far behind, except that they have no magic powers. ”

Even if he thinks the same as herself, Agatha is not used to a mortal making irresponsible comments about the Federation's decisions, she can accept working with ordinary people who have no magical powers, but she doesn't like them standing in front of her and pointing fingers.

She began to miss Kraft a little.

Even the head of a family's guard knows how to be more polite than the so-called prince.

"My name is Book, Miss Agatha," asked another, who looked very old, suddenly, "have you ever heard of Akaris's name?"

Agatha's hand shook slightly, "Where did you hear this name? Didn't you say that all the things of four hundred and fifty years ago were lost?"

"I've found an ancient book in a ruin in the forest east of the Grey Castle," the scroll said, "the one you have in your hand, her name on the last page, and it's written in the language of an ordinary person. ”

Agatha hurriedly turned to the last page, read through the scribbled notes, sighed, and remained silent for a long time. The woman who held her sword high and summoned ten thousand rays of light to the world came to her mind again. It's just that this time the scene in my memory, the shadow in the golden light has expanded a little.

After a long while, she said slowly, "Akaris, the queen of the Falling Star City, is also one of the three seats of the Federation. She is a high-level transcendent, or so-called transcendent. Even among the many Holy Blessers of the Federation, she was the most powerful. ”

"Extraordinary...... Above?" There was a chatter among the witches.

"Now that this knowledge has been lost, it is normal for you not to know," Agatha said in a deep voice, "The witch's abilities have been growing since she awakened, and solidified on the day of her coming of age. But this is not the end of the ability, through their own understanding, feeling and practice, there are very few lucky people who can go one step further and make the ability incredibly strengthened...... We call this the Higher Awakening. There is no upper limit to this awakening, and there is no hard division on how much the increase is, but a noticeable change can be observed in the form of mana. ”

"Uh, it's ability evolution, right?" said the prince, touching the back of his head, "In total, there are also four witches in the Witch League who have evolved abilities. ”

These words made Agatha almost choke, "Four, four, how many members of the Witch League are there?"

The other party counted with his fingers, "More than ten people." ”

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't know!" she looked a little annoyed, "Four out of more than ten people can awaken to the high level? You don't know what that means, don't compare it to the solidification of adulthood and branching ability, that's not the same thing at all! Those who can be promoted are all the darlings of the gods, and opportunities and their own efforts are indispensable!"

The prince looked a little helpless, and he beckoned, "Anna." ”

A beautiful and calm girl, Agatha said to herself as she looked at the witch who walked to the bed. Even among witches, she was outstanding, her blue eyes were like the surface of a moon-reflecting glacial lake, clear enough to see her own reflection. But she was too young, probably just an adult, and had no experience in terms of training, feeling, and comprehension. You must know that you were twenty-six years old when you advanced, and you can already be regarded as the outstanding genius of the Federation - only after experiencing it can you understand how difficult it is.

Probably because they regarded their branching abilities as adults as a high-level awakening, Agatha thought to herself.

A flame glowing orange appeared in Anna's palm.

"Flame abilities, very common summon types, can be measured by the maximum temperature and heating speed, and those who can erupt can be regarded as battle girls," she quickly commented.

As soon as he finished speaking, the flame instantly dimmed and turned into a faint blue flame, which slowly changed its color, from dark green to light green, but no matter what, the green flame seemed to fill itself by devouring the light around it.

"This is her ability to solidify as an adult, and then that's the point," the prince explained.

Curing? No...... How can this be solidified? Adulthood is supposed to only make the flame hotter, brighter, and more massive. She couldn't help but grow her mouth, and, what does it mean that the next thing is the point?

Soon, Agatha saw the strange sight - the green fire was gone, and in its place was a black square, which had completely lost the appearance of flames, like a dull metal square, with smooth and flat walls, sharp and angular, standing silently in the hands of the witch.

. (To be continued.) )