Chapter 348 Ordinary and Extraordinary

When Agatha woke up again, there was no one in the room, and the thick curtains were closed, making it extremely quiet.

Probably considering that he was not familiar with the environment, a candle was always lit beside the bed, and the orange flame burned quietly.

She turned her head to look for a long time, and found that there was no drop of wax flowing out. The candle was always so long, as if it would never burn out.

It must be magic, she thought.

The quilt on her body was very soft, probably made of high-quality cotton cloth, filled with a light and warm fluffy quilt core. This kind of treatment is no worse than when I was in the holy city of Taquila. It is hard to believe that the barren land can have such a comfortable bed and bedroom.

After moving his fingers, most of his physical strength has been recovered. Agatha rolled over and got off the bed, activated the magic power, and the cold air immediately overflowed from her fingers—it seemed that the prince really didn't do anything, but removed the God's Stone of Retaliation and gave himself a certain degree of freedom.

She went to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain. It was pitch black outside, neither the stars nor the moon could be seen, the whole earth seemed to be engulfed in darkness, only a few hazy fires flickered in the far distance. Through the window, she could hear the wind whistling outside, and occasionally she could see some snowflakes falling on the glass.

It seems that it is winter now, and it is also a good season for witches to awaken. In Taquila, there is no such night at all, and every day in winter is a day of celebration for the whole city. Bonfires are lit all night in the streets, and when you look down from the tower, it seems that the whole city is on fire. The twinkling flames are like stars, symbolizing hope and the future. People pray around the bonfire, hoping to gather magic power and cross the realm of mortals. Whenever a witch appears, the fate of her family will also change, and they will have no worries about food and clothing from then on.

Agatha pulled the latch and opened the window, and the cold wind immediately entered the room, blowing the curtains back. The candles in the house were also extinguished. The darkness suddenly rushed in, filling every corner of the room tightly. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could see a pale white light reflected off the snow on the town's roofs. Judging from the scale of the buildings, this place is indeed not big, and it matches the "Border Town" that the prince said.

In such cold weather, ordinary people would freeze up after spending several hours outside, but Agatha was not afraid of the cold, and any chill that made her feel slightly uncomfortable would be automatically eliminated by her body. When she felt cold, it was before she woke up, but by now, she had almost forgotten it.

Closing her eyes, Agatha's mind was filled with the previous conversation.

The Federation is dead, witches have become minions of the devil, and mortals are hunting witches wantonly relying on the God's Stone of Retaliation... From that note, both Akaris and Natalya have successfully escaped from the Fertile Plain. None of them could stop all of this, and the Federation's demise was a foregone conclusion.

What happened at that time, so that these two extraordinary masters were defeated by mortals?

She just didn't want to think about it any further.

"Aren't you cold?" Someone behind suddenly asked.

Agatha was startled, she turned her head, and saw a woman sitting by the bed under the dim light, her face was completely hidden in the night, like a ghost that appeared quietly. At this time, the door was still closed, and I hadn't heard any footsteps before.

"I don't mind relighting the candles if you can close the window," she added.

The other party was undoubtedly a witch.

It's so late, what is she doing here?

Agatha nodded calmly, closed the casement, and quietly let the thin ice cover her skin bit by bit. The person who came did not make a dangerous move, but opened the first shelf of the bedside table, took out the scythe from it, and lit the candle - as the fire lighted up, she saw the appearance of the other party: a head of beautiful golden curly hair, slender eyebrows, and eyes that looked like Very sharp, unlike any witch I've seen before.

"We met for the first time... No, this is the second time we met," she raised her lips, "My name is Nightingale."

Meaning... She was also hiding in the crowd before? "Is this your ability?" Agatha frowned, "Are you also a high-level awakener?"

Even if it is a respectable high-level witch, it is very rude to break in without saying hello.

"Ah, you said evolution..." Nightingale shook her head, "I'm not as smart as Anna, and I was able to finish "The Basics of Nature" in a short period of time. When I saw those formulas and theorems, my head would explode. Evolution I'm probably out of luck for the rest of my life."

Agatha was stunned for half of the words in the short answer were incomprehensible. She really didn't expect such words to come out of the mouth of the "Original Witch", and judging by her expression, it didn't seem like she was deliberately teasing herself. Could this be what the prince said...knowledge?

"That nature...basic, can you show me?"

"Of course, as long as you are willing to join the Witch Union and serve His Highness the Prince." She shrugged.

"Working for a mortal?" Agatha's eyes widened, and it took a long time before she whispered, "I thought I was weird enough, but I didn't expect you to be crazier than me."

"Weird? Crazy?" Nightingale tilted her head and said, "Why do you say that?"

"In the holy city of Taquila, most awakened people only regard ordinary people who cannot condense magic power as humble servants, inferior people, or... reproductive tools." She said slowly, "But I don't think so I think that although they are stupid, they are by no means hopeless. As long as they are taught to learn and think, these people can do as well as witches in most things. Because of this, many people think that I am weird by nature, and I actually put the witches in the tower Some of the affairs are handed over to mortals. I didn't expect that you would go one step further than me and even recognize a mortal as the master and work for him."

"Your Highness Roland didn't regard us as servants," Nightingale pouted, "I don't know what kind of strange understanding you have on the word service, but the fact is that he took in the witches who were oppressed by the church and gave the sisters a new life. power, and let everyone and the people live together on the land of the western border, and everyone will fight against the church and evil beasts together, and will also fight against the devil together in the future."

"But this model has been proven to be a failure!" Agatha couldn't help raising her voice, "More than four hundred years ago...for you, it may be eight, nine, or eight hundred years ago. In the era of co-government with witches, at that time, humans were almost all over the entire Dawning Realm, but in the face of the devil's attack, the result was a crushing defeat, leaving only a corner of the Fertile Plain."

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows, "Is there such a thing?"

"You said that more than four hundred and fifty years have passed since this buried history," Agatha continued, "According to the records of the Federation, the third battle of divine will will begin soon, and your The devil knows nothing! To the east of the barren land is the Sea of ​​Whirlpools. Where else can you retreat? Only by reorganizing the Federation, uniting the witches, and increasing the chances of high-level awakening according to the knowledge can it be possible to seize the final A chance to block the devil's attack!"

"Why do you have to say that?"

"What?"

"It's been more than four hundred years now, right? Four hundred years can change a lot of things, why are you still clinging to your previous ideas and refusing to let go?" Nightingale sighed. I heard that mortals can defeat the devil. He is also doing things to unite everyone, but not just witches. He wants to unite every ordinary person on the continent. He told me that the people all over the continent are the most powerful groups."

"Huang—" Agatha was about to refute this nonsense, but suddenly stopped. The other party spoke with such certainty, as if they had already seen the result. Can four hundred years really change all this? Could it be...that gray-haired prince has such an incredible ability, allowing mortals to have the power comparable to witches?

"You seem to have already realized it," Nightingale said with a slight smile, "It's still a long time, why don't you let go of the wall in your heart and use your own eyes to confirm it?"

This time, Agatha was silent for a long time, "...I can see that you don't like me."

The other party did not refute.

"The witches of the Mystery Association often look at me like this—since they found out that I used a group of mortals as experimental assistants in the tower," she said, "You obviously don't like me, why are you telling me this?"

"As long as you restrain your arrogance and treat His Highness normally, I won't say how much I hate you. As for the latter..." She paused, "Because His Highness said that he doesn't want to see you being killed by the times." abandoned."

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