Chapter 345: The Past (Part 2)

The huge change made Agatha feel at a loss. She didn't want to believe what the other party said, but those stories sounded very real—if she hadn't experienced it herself, which witch could think of such a miserable experience?

If it were herself, it would be impossible for her to imagine herself being enslaved and hunted down.

Even ordinary people with low status in the Holy City are human beings, not animals.

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

Although this red-haired woman does not have the power and power to overwhelm all living beings like the Blessed One, she still infected her like a flame, not hot and dazzling, but as warm as water... She drank the milk, as if she had been dying for a long time. The untasteful sweetness flowed into her stomach, which made her regain some strength. After a long break, the conversation continued.

Although I don't understand why one group of witches would be vigilant and wary of another group of witches, but if they want them to believe in themselves and unlock the God's Stone of Retaliation anklet, they must first gain the other's trust.

As for the credibility of what the prince and Wendy said, it had to be confirmed with their own eyes.

Before witnessing this narrow and backward wild land with her own eyes, she would not have believed that the Federation had just disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"As I said before, my name is Agatha, and I am from the Taquila Mystery Society. In the fifth year of the Battle of God's Will, as the last holy city, Taquila failed to last until the end of the war. Most people started I went on an escape trip, and I went to the Hidden Forest to retrieve some leftovers."

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

Agatha frowned, "Who else is there besides us? Do you rely on ordinary people like you?"

"Are you a witch of the Church?"

"I have never heard of what a church is," she said impatiently, "Taquila... no, all holy cities were founded by witches, and there are tens of thousands of people living in them. Except for witches, most of them are Ordinary people like you. They are responsible for giving birth and caring for children until they awaken, and then hand them over to specialized organizations for training. Of course, witches who are good at fighting will join the federation to fight the devil."

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

Agatha flipped through two pages casually, and was quickly attracted. "This is...the diary of a witch."

"Do you use this kind of writing?" A witch with light gray hair asked.

"Created by the federation, to keep it separate from the writing used by ordinary people, so that they can't get involved in the affairs of the upper echelon, although I don't think it's a good idea."

"How do you do it?" She asked curiously, "If it's just another set of characters, ordinary people can also master it through learning?"

"Magic power is needed," Agatha explained, "It's not a difficult technique. If you are a witch, I can teach you."

"Writing itself is a tool for communication. The more popular the better, it is really stupid to do so," the prince commented. "Excluding ordinary people is equivalent to greatly reducing the scope of your available manpower. In fact, after training After education and education, ordinary people can be qualified for many positions, except that they have no magic power, they are not so bad."

Even if his ideas are the same as hers, Agatha is not used to a mortal talking irresponsibly about the decisions of the federation. She can accept working with ordinary people without magical powers, but she doesn't like them standing in front of her and pointing fingers. .

She began to miss Kraft a little.

Even a head of the family guard is more polite than the so-called prince.

"My name is Scroll, Miss Agatha," another witch who looked very old suddenly asked, "Have you ever heard the name Akaris?"

Agatha shook her hands slightly, "Where did you hear this name? Didn't it mean that all the things from 450 years ago were lost?"

"I once found an ancient book in a ruin in the forest in the east of Graycastle," said the scroll, "it's the one in your hand. Her name appeared on the last page, and it was written in ordinary people's language. .”

Agatha quickly turned to the last page, read through the lines of scribbled notes, sighed, and remained silent for a long time. The woman who held up the long sword and summoned thousands of rays of light to the world appeared again in her mind. It's just that this time in the scene in memory, the shadow in the golden light has expanded a bit.

After a while, she said slowly, "Akaris is the queen of Meteor City and one of the three seats in the federation. She is a high-level transcendent, that is, the so-called transcendent .Even among the many Blessed Ones in the Federation, she is the most powerful one."

"Above the extraordinary...?" There was a discussion among the witches.

"Since all this knowledge is lost, it's normal for you not to know," Agatha said in a deep voice, "The witch's ability has been growing since she awakened, and it solidified on the day of adulthood. But this is not the end of the ability. Through self-comprehension, feeling and practice, a very small number of lucky ones can go one step further and obtain incredible strengthening of abilities... We call it high-level awakening. There is no upper limit for this kind of awakening, and there is no hard division of the increase, but it can be obtained from magic power Significant changes were observed in morphology."

"Uh, it's ability evolution, right?" the prince rubbed the back of his head and said, "According to the calculation, there are four witches in the Witch Union who have evolved abilities."

These words almost made Agatha choke, "Four, four? How many members are there in the Witch Union?"

The other party counted, "More than ten people."

"If you don't know, don't talk nonsense!" She looked a little annoyed, "Four out of ten people can awaken high-level? You don't know what that means, don't compare it with the solidification and branching ability of the adult day , That's not the same thing at all! Those who can be promoted are all the darlings of the gods, opportunities and their own efforts are indispensable!"

The prince seemed a little helpless, he beckoned, "Anna."

A beautiful and calm girl, Agatha looked at the witch who walked to the bed, and commented in her heart. Even among witches, this appearance is very outstanding, her blue eyes are like the water surface of the ice lake reflecting the moon, so clear that you can see your own reflection. But she is too young, I am afraid she has just grown up, and she is inexperienced in terms of training, feeling and comprehension. You have to know that I was already twenty-six years old when I advanced, and I can already be regarded as an outstanding genius of the Federation - only after experiencing it can I understand how difficult it is.

Probably because they regarded the branch ability in adulthood as a high-level awakening, Agatha thought to herself.

A ball of orange flames appeared in Anna's palm.

"Fire abilities, a very common summoning type, can be used to measure the level of mastery by the highest temperature and heating rate, and those that can erupt can be regarded as combat girls," she quickly commented.

As soon as the words were finished, the flame instantly dimmed, turning into a wisp of dark green flame, which slowly changed its color, from dark green to light green, but no matter what, the green flame seemed to be swallowing the surrounding light to fill it up. I am average.

"This is her ability to solidify as an adult, and the next thing is the focus," Prince explained.

Curing? No... how could this be cured? Adulthood should only make the flames hotter, and the heart of the flames brighter and bigger. She couldn't help but grow her mouth, and, what is the point next?

Soon, Agatha saw an unimaginable scene—the green fire disappeared, replaced by a black square, which had no flame at all, like a dull metal square, with smooth walls and no corners. Clearly, standing quietly in the hands of the witch.

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