Chapter 689: First Contact

Using this colorful magic stone ring, No. 76 can observe the "dialogue" between the witch and the god when she casts her magic power.

It is like a faint orange light, connecting the witch and the vast sky.

In fact, it's not just witches. If the records are correct, demons and some hybrid beasts should also be able to see this kind of orange light.

The gods do not love the world.

Every time she thinks of this, it makes her feel extremely worried.

Compared with the endless number of devils, witches are really not a powerful group. They cannot be inherited or cultivated. They rely entirely on luck to awaken, and their magic power is far less than that of the enemy.

Fortunately, the key is not a predetermined thing.

They can change the key itself through high-level awakening, so as to obtain more powerful power from the gods.

Since leaving the Kingdom of Dawn, No. 76 has observed the orange light of Amy, Annie, and the hero. Among the three, Hero is the strongest and Annie is the weakest. But overall, the difference is not that big. They are all about the thickness of a finger. It is still far from the requirement to activate the scourge instrument.

She has reason to believe that the Chosen One must be a high-ranking witch.

Suddenly, the cabin door was pushed open, and Yorko, the ambassador of Graycastle, walked in. He raised his eyebrows and walked to the hospital bed, "The smell of this herb... is worse than that of a latrine. How did they use such a smelly thing as medicine?"

"Perhaps those crew members think that the evil plague will also recede in front of this stench." No. 76 forced a smile, "But my body is indeed much better, at least the cut wounds have scabbed over."

Of course, it was not medicine, but the extraordinary body of the God's Punishment Army.

"If it doesn't work, I will definitely push their heads into the latrine so that these guys can smell the potion I made," Yorko picked a bench and sat down.

"The sailors are too pitiful," she said softly, "I heard from Amy that you asked them if they had any special prescriptions."

"Ahem, cheating the nobles is a felony in itself, and they have to take the blame." The ambassador spread his hands, "If you really can't answer, you can say hot water and honey orally. Even if it can't heal the wound, at least it can make the patient laugh with satisfaction and left—oh, I'm not talking about you."

No. 76 couldn't help but raised the corners of her lips. During the long voyage, the ambassador would visit her once a day. There wasn't much time, but the conversation was pleasant. She found that Yorko may be a mortal with no merits, but when it comes to dealing with women, he is more humorous than most nobles. Even in Taquila, he should not be unknown. Since losing most of her senses, verbal communication is one of the few ways she can find pleasure in pastimes.

After chatting for a while, the other party fell silent uncharacteristically.

No. 76 thought for a while, propped up his body with one hand, and asked tentatively, "Sir, do you need me to serve you? Although my body is a bit inflexible, but..."

"I've said it many times, you are no longer my maid. Don't wait on everyone, you are a free citizen of Graycastle now, understand?" Now, I'm not one of those upper-class nobles with morbid hobbies."

"Then you have something to say to me?"

Hearing this sentence, Yorko's expression changed slightly. He cleared his throat, "Uh... I do have a question I want to ask you. After arriving in the new capital, how do you plan to live the next day?"

"Hmm... to be a maid in a tavern? Casinos are fine too." Number 76 tilted his head and said, "If the witch can really heal this body."

As long as you can stay in Neverwinter, it doesn't matter what you do. She has already caught up with the Witch of Dawn, and sooner or later she will meet other members of the Witch Union.

"You should do something else," Yorko dissuaded. "Since you have come out, don't go back to the old road."

"But Black Money didn't teach me anything other than serving men. Even if he wanted to be a bodyguard, the spliced ​​severed limb should not be as flexible as before. "

"Neverwinter will teach you. I heard His Majesty say that his city can provide everyone with a formal job." Yorko paused for a while when he said this, "If you encounter any difficulties, You can also come to me at any time—as long as I haven't left the Western Territory."

Did he hesitate for so long just to say something? No. 76 couldn't help feeling a little emotional. When she was in the Dawn Kingdom, she clearly knew how troublesome this ambassador was. It was probably very difficult for him to make such a promise.

"Well...I'll try it," she lowered her head, "Thank you."

...

Four days later, the sailors brought good news. They finally arrived at the new city in the west of Graycastle—Neverwinter.

All the witches gathered in room No. 76, waiting for further instructions with some anxiety. Among them, Annie was the most anxious. She opened the window panel and glanced at the pier from time to time. She estimated that as soon as she found something amiss, she would lead everyone into the icy river without hesitation.

The first thing No. 76 felt was the noise, the high-pitched horns sounded continuously, and the river water crashed against the ship's side, as if countless ships were passing through them.

Now is the month of demons, how could the pier be as lively as midsummer?

It's a pity that she couldn't move at the moment, and couldn't see the scene outside the window.

"Sister Annie, why can't those ships see the sails?" Amy asked in surprise.

"Probably there are sailors paddling below the deck." Annie's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she moved sideways to the window. "Quiet, someone is coming."

"Are there many people?" Broken Sword asked nervously.

"There are only four people, they don't seem to be here to catch us," Annie frowned, "and...all of them are women."

"They're all witches?" Amy stood up suddenly, "I knew Mr. Ambassador didn't lie to us!"

"The members of the Bloodfang Society are also witches, but they are not our kind," she said in a deep voice. "In short, it is the same as before, watching my eyes and gestures."

"Yes," everyone nodded in unison.

Soon, the door of the cabin was knocked, and the four people Annie mentioned entered the room one by one. Among them, the red-haired woman who was the leader said with a smile on her face, "Welcome to Neverwinter, sisters who came from afar!"

Probably because she didn't expect the other party to be so enthusiastic, Annie couldn't help being stunned, and even No. 76 was quite surprised. We must know that even in Taquila, where witches hold great power, welcoming new awakened people will not be so casual... Don't they first distinguish the abilities of witches?

You must know that it is very rude to compare a battle witch with a non-combat witch.

At this moment, No. 76 suddenly noticed a blond woman among the other four looking straight at her. Her impeccable appearance had already proved her identity, and that sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through everything.