Chapter 157 Ashes (Part 1)

These people who came here are all witches, Tasa is not lying, Ashes can feel the magic power conceived in their bodies, and can roughly distinguish the strength from the weak , Just focusing on feeling will feel a faint tingling.

"My name is Ashes. It's nice to meet you, sisters of the Mutual Aid Society." She put the giant sword aside, stepped forward and hugged four witches one by one... No, she thought, it should be five. Ashes raised his head, staring at the black spots hovering in the sky, "Won't she come down?"

"She showed us the way," the leader smiled, "I am Nightingale," and then she pointed to the other three witches, "Scroll, Leaf, and Echo." Finally, she pouted to the sky, "That little girl is Lightning."

Ashes stared at the scroll in a daze. The magic power in the other person's body was very weak, like a cloud covering the whole body. This feeling surprised her greatly, "Extraordinary?"

Nightingale also looked a little surprised, "Can you see magic power?"

"It's not seeing, but feeling," Ashes explained. "A transcendent can perceive the shape and flow of magic power, because every part of the body has been transformed by it. I think this sister must have the same feeling as me."

Scroll smiled and nodded, "Indeed, it allowed me to find many companions in the vast crowd."

"Are extraordinary people very rare?" Nightingale asked.

The other party's first concern is the quantity, rather than "what is an extraordinary person"... Ashes thought to himself, could it be that the mutual assistance society has also heard of the existence of extraordinary witches? This is a secret strictly banned by the church, because the supernatural witch's ability directly acts on herself and is not restricted by God's Stone of Retaliation. Any superhuman who is exposed is the number one enemy of the church.

"Out of thousands of witches, there will only be one extraordinary person," she thought in her heart, with the expression on her face still the same, "So far, among the compatriots I have seen, including scrolls, there are only three. Ashes paused for a moment, "By the way, I remember that the leader of the Mutual Aid Society seems to be called Hakara. Is she okay?"

"She died," Nightingale shook her head, "on the way to find the holy mountain."

"...It's really regrettable news," Ashes said in a low voice, but what made her a little concerned was that the other party didn't show much sadness when talking about this issue, "Then who is your new leader now?"

"Let's go back to Border Town and talk slowly," she smiled. "You'll see him soon."

...

After the group entered the town, Ashes discovered something was wrong. These fellow witches actually held torches and walked on the street openly. And even after nightfall, the town is not completely silent, and the paper windows of many residents reveal faint firelight. If you listen carefully, there are also the voices of children reading aloud.

Although things like candles are not expensive, commoners have limited savings and will never use them lightly unless necessary. It is an unbelievable sight that there are so many residents lighting candles in the town at night. With the sound of reading each word, are they teaching children to learn to read?

But the other party didn't mention it, and she didn't bother to ask. Anyway, this is not a place to live for a long time, all she has to do is to take everyone away as soon as possible.

Passing through the criss-crossing streets, the group got closer and closer to the castle area, Ashes could already see the dark walls and guards standing guard in the night. "Where are we going?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Border Town Castle, we're almost here." It was Nightingale who answered her.

"Wait," she couldn't help but slow down, "That's where the lord lives."

"Well, it's also the home of witches."

"Did you reach an agreement with the lord?" Ashes frowned. No matter how powerful the Mutual Assistance Society is in the local area, it will be difficult to contend head-on with the lords and churches who possess the God's Stone of Retaliation. Therefore, the only possibility is to cooperate, which is also one of the ways out of survival for some witches. It's a pity that most of the lords are unwilling to sit down and negotiate conditions fairly in the face of the disadvantaged group of witches, but instead squeeze and demand endlessly, so this road is quickly blocked.

"That's right," Nightingale's tone didn't show much resentment from being oppressed, but seemed to enjoy it, "At least we have all signed a contract with His Highness."

Ashes couldn't be happy for them. A contract like a paper and pen was not binding at all. When the lord was tired of giving or wanted to suspend the equal relationship, he just had to crumple it up and throw it into the fireplace. No one will complain about witches, their status is like a solitary boat in the sea, and they are in danger of capsizing at any time.

Fortunately, she came, she thought, and took them out of here to the other side of the sea. There are homes built by witches themselves, away from the threats of the church and the secular world.

Passing through the gate of the castle, the guards were quite accustomed to the appearance of the witch and greeted each other.

Compared with the palace of the king's capital, the lord's castle here is undoubtedly much smaller and darker. There are only a few lone torches hanging on the wall of the aisle, and the flickering light cannot cover the entire slate floor, and walking in it feels a little depressing. It wasn't until entering the living room that the fire suddenly brightened.

In the hall, Ashes saw more witches, they seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and when they saw her appear, they all applauded to show their welcome. Nightingale took two steps forward and was about to give a brief introduction when a witch suddenly rushed over.

"Wendy!" someone yelled.

Ashes noticed the other party's actions, but did not take any countermeasures. She could feel the other party's surprise and joy, but there was no hostility. Soon, a warm body embraced her.

"You survived," the other party's voice was full of excitement, "Thank you for saving me."

Ashes was startled, "You are..."

"My name is Wendy." She let go of her hands and looked straight into Ashes' eyes. "The little girl in the choir. Do you remember me?"

...

In the bedroom on the second floor, only Ashes and Wendy were left.

She didn't expect to meet her companions from the monastery here.

It's a little bit reluctant to say that she is a partner. If it wasn't for that night, she would never have interacted with Wendy. In fact, she didn't pay attention to the buried room in the ground. By. Not to mention that the other party became a witch in the end.

"After I escaped from the monastery, I settled down in Haifeng County." Wendy was silent for a long time before she opened her mouth. "After inquiring about the news, it seems that there was a fire in the monastery that day, and the whereabouts of the children inside are also unknown."

"Big fire?" Ashes shook his head, "That was done by the church itself, to cover up this scandal. I killed some managers and the army of judges who tried to stop me, until... the church's God's Punishment Army arrived. My eyes The scars on my face were left by them, if I hadn’t decided to run away, I’m afraid I would have died there when the God’s Punishment Army arrived.”

"God's Punishment Army..." Wendy repeated with wide-eyed eyes, "What is that?" .Mobile phone users please go to read.)