Chapter 344: The Past (Part 1)

Your Highness?

Weird appellation... like words only heard in old stories.

She tried her best to turn her eyes and turned her gaze to the side, only to see a gray-haired man entered her field of vision, and there were several women standing beside him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked in a low voice.

"..." She didn't answer, but asked instead, "Where is this place?"

"The western border of the Kingdom of Graycastle, Border Town."

Very well, things are developing in the direction she least expects to see, unknown place, unknown time, unknown person, she wants to turn over and get out of bed, but finds that she can't exert any strength.

"I am the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, the lord of Border Town, Roland Wimbledon," he said again, "These are all members of the Witch Union, you... don't you remember anything?"

Witch League? She frowned, they turned out to be witches? Although I don't know what kind of new organization this is, at least they are my own kind, but... why do they look like this man's subordinates?

Wait, prince?

She recalled it for a while, and couldn't help being dumbfounded. Isn't this the name of the secular government during the first battle of divine will in more than four hundred years? Could it be... that he returned to before the war started? Could it be that the gods gave her a chance to do it all over again, so that she could prepare in advance to save the holy city and its people?

No, calm down, she told herself, such nonsensical things only happen in fictional tavern stories. By the way, what did I encounter in the end? In the basement of the laboratory building, a group of crazy demons rushed in, and she released all the magic power in her body to build the strongest ice barrier. The Echo Stone keeps sending out distress signals, waiting for the day when they return to the Fertile Plain and find themselves again.

"It was you who saved me?" That's right, now that I have escaped from the ice barrier, it is only possible that the army of witches has returned! "Has the devil retreated yet? Have we won! How about the holy city... the holy city of Taquila?"

After blurting out this series of questions, she saw that the faces of the other party changed, and they looked at each other with expressions of joy and excitement. A mature-looking witch with long reddish-brown hair couldn't help but ask, "We did find you in the basement of a stone tower. Are you really from four hundred and fifty years ago?"

The questioner reminded her of the Blessed Warrior who turned the tide, and the man's hair was like this too, illuminating people's hearts like flames. Compared with the gray-haired man, she was more willing to answer the witch's questions. Although she usually didn't care much about her status, she always felt offended when asked by inferior people.

If it were a calculating master, this man would be severely punished in all likelihood.

"My name is Agatha, and I'm a witch from Taquila's Mystery Society." She paused, "What do you mean by four hundred and fifty years ago? Could it be...you have been fighting devils for more than four hundred years? impossible."

"You have slept for too long, and things may be a little different from what you think." The man who claimed to be Roland said, "If you feel that your body is fine, we can tell you slowly."

"Say it."

Agatha closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Although the prince was very rude, she didn't have time to worry about it now.

As the other party began to explain the history of Graycastle and the evolution of the four major kingdoms on the mainland, she felt a cold sweat gradually break out on her back. In his narration, Agatha quickly found several corresponding symbols—such as the Misty Forest, such as the Impassable Mountain Range...but she put these symbols into her memory, and the conclusion she came to shocked her extremely .

If the place names match, the so-called Four Great Kingdoms are just the former wild lands—the narrow strip between the mountains and the sea, which is a barren land with no development value in their eyes. And the barbaric restricted area he was talking about turned out to be the fertile plain that he was familiar with. As for the holy city of Taquila, it has already become an unknown area, buried in the depths of the fertile plain over the long years.

How ridiculous is this?

But what's even more ridiculous is yet to come.

Buried together with Taquila is the status of the witch—in his mouth, the witch has become the object of everyone's driving and humiliation. In the four kingdoms, the political power is firmly controlled by ordinary people. They call themselves kings and nobles , It is completely the old stuff before the first battle of divine will.

But it was such a group of old antiques who became rulers who stepped on the head of the witch.

How can this be?

"Presumptuous!" She couldn't help but interrupted, "Witches are actually hunted by ordinary people? Who has the guts to do that?"

Annoyed, Agatha stretched out her hand and wanted to teach this nonsense man a lesson, but she didn't expect that the magic power could not turn into frost as usual.

Only then did she feel that there was a metal ring on her ankle, and when she lifted the quilt, she saw that the stone embedded in it was God's Stone of Retaliation.

"Are you crazy!?" She looked at the group of witches in disbelief, "You actually helped an ordinary person deal with high-level awakened people, and even violated the prohibition of the federation by using God's Stone of Retaliation without authorization!"

Only the law enforcement team of the federation is allowed to use the sacred stone. In addition, anyone who carries, sells, transforms, or destroys the sacred stone will be subject to the most severe sanctions, and may even be the death penalty.

The prince sighed, "That's all I'm worried about."

"Don't worry, let me tell her," the red-haired witch sat on the edge of the bed and put the quilt back on her body, "My name is Wendy, things are not what you think, and what he said are all facts... I I don’t know what the holy city you lived in 450 years ago was like, but now, Taquila no longer exists, and the federation you mentioned has never been heard of. We have been living in hiding until Met His Royal Highness Roland."

"He gave us a safe place to live, and encouraged us to use our abilities, and at the same time study how to better use our abilities to transform the world. Here, we can live freely like ordinary people, without hiding or worrying about being taught Or the pursuit and killing of the people. You know, God's Stone of Retaliation is everywhere now, and after losing the ability, the witch is not much stronger than an ordinary person."

After listening to Wendy's narration, Agatha was completely silent.

The Federation is a huge organization led by several witch kingdoms, with many high-ranking witches and superhumans. In order to win the battle of divine will and gather forces, the federation formed an extremely large army and brought all the holy cities under its control. It was responsible for cultivating and dispatching witches, handling disputes, and maintaining city stability and order. Only they have the power to capture and judge a witch... However, no one has heard of their reputation for such a powerful organization...

Where are the fugitives who wanted to restore order?

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