Chapter 691 The Road to the City

This sentence surprised No. 76 a little.

It seems that there is more than one reviewer?

However, four hundred years of training had already taught her how to hide her emotions, not to mention that as long as she turned her mind, her body would be separated from her consciousness—it was difficult for her to reveal her flaws simply by sudden and sudden inquiries.

No. 76 first pretended to be surprised, then reluctantly took out the ring from his robe, hesitated for a long time before saying, "I stole it from..."black money". "

At the same time, her evaluation of the Witch Union rose to another level in her heart, and she began to think that their reception was too casual, but now it seems that this is not the case. One witch can identify lies, and the other has clairvoyant ability, which is considered cautious enough.

"Black money?" The long green-haired witch picked up the ring in her hand and looked at it carefully for a while, "This... seems to be a magic stone, but it looks different."

No. 76 frowned suddenly, did they even know about the existence of the magic stone? Now it's a little troublesome. Although its activation method is different from ordinary magic stones, as long as you think about it for a while, you will find its function sooner or later. She had to draw their attention away, she didn't have a second for this kind of thing.

""Dark money" is the underground exhibition I was in before... There are often auctions of things unearthed from ancient ruins. The boss often says that they have incredible power, and the more novel things are, the more popular they are with buyers. On top of that, they occasionally do auctions... auctions..."

"What?" Wendy asked.

"Auction of witches." No. 76 whispered.

Hearing this sentence, the faces of the four showed undisguised anger, and the attention on the ring also decreased a bit. Obviously, they all hated witches being traded as slaves. This also showed from the side that the witch organization in Graycastle would not agree with Falling Star City's approach.

"No. 76 didn't lie, I was almost auctioned off to nobles by "black money"," Amy echoed, "Fortunately, Mr. Ambassador saved me. "

"They will get their retribution sooner or later," the blonde witch said coldly.

"That ring..." No. 76 pretended to be timid.

"Although Miss Agatha will definitely be interested in this thing, let's wait until you get familiar with Neverwinter first," the green-haired witch shrugged, not intending to keep the ring as her own, and put the ring back in her hands.

No. 76 was slightly taken aback, Agatha? This name sounds quite familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

"I promise, you will never encounter such a thing again," Wendy reassured, "No one in Neverwinter dares to think of you, His Majesty Roland firmly believes that the era when witches and ordinary people live together will soon come. ——By that time, not only the western region of Greycastle, but also the entire kingdom will no longer see you as minions of the devil."

"Will there really be such a day?" Broken Sword asked doubtfully.

"Of course, the Witch Union was established for this purpose." Wendy smiled. "Anyway, let me take you to a resting place first."

...

No. 76 slowly moved onto the stretcher and was carried out of the cabin by the sailors. The moment she left the sailboat, she finally saw the whole view of the pier—the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky did not calm down the city, and dozens of people lined up along the pier, cleaning the snow on the ground. Farther away are weird cargo ships that dock to unload. As Amy said, they don't have tall masts and sails, but they can come and go freely in the river.

"Those boats don't seem to have oars..."

"And why does it look like it's made of stone?"

The witches lowered their voices and chatted, and she clearly saw a proud smile on Wendy's face—that kind of smile still contained warmth even through the wind and snow.

However, the novelty of No. 76 is much more than this one.

As a group of people entered the city, the scene of Neverwinter unfolded in front of her little by little.

This new king's capital is different from the mortal city or the holy city of the Federation she has seen. The wide and solid streets are as straight as a black vertical line, and the constantly falling snowflakes do not affect the road traffic at all. They were piled up on both sides of the road in an orderly manner, looking like small white dirt bags.

The big trees, obviously planted for aesthetics, are neatly arranged, and colorful ribbons are hung on the bare trunks. It can be imagined that in midsummer, there should be green trees here, and the staggered branches above the head just form a natural sunshade.

A series of square brick houses stood side by side, almost all of the same size. Apart from that, there was not even a bungalow or dilapidated thatched cottage in No. 76.

It was clearly the month of demons, but there were still many figures walking in the snow in the city, and many people would stop and nod to the black-haired witch when they passed by them. Their expressions are sincere and enthusiastic, and they don't seem to be oppressed by power and forced to do so.

This was what concerned her the most.

It was the first time for her to witness a scene where witches and mortals lived on an equal footing—although it was heard that during the first battle of divine will, witches and mortals also had a period of non-interference, but that was eight or nine hundred years ago after all. matter. And this city seems to go a step further, not just living in separate cities, but integrating with each other.

"His Majesty Roland firmly believes that the era when witches and ordinary people live together will soon come"——she suddenly recalled Wendy's words in her mind.

It turns out that this is not just a one-word joke. In Neverwinter, there is a faint tendency to realize it.

During the voyage that lasted for more than a month, she already had a certain understanding of the four princes of Graycastle: from the unknown border lord to the much-anticipated king of a country. The churches of the God's Punishment Army may prove his strength—could it all be related to the phenomenon in front of him?

If it wasn't for the consideration of dressing sickness, No. 76 would almost sit up and observe the city carefully.

According to Pasha, they will have to deal with mortals sooner or later. In order to defeat the devil, they can temporarily cover up the past of the federation. After all, the enemy is now, and they cannot easily leave the maze ruins. It is not easy to reverse the mess left by Falling Star City in a short time. As long as the witches can continue, they will one day be able to regain the glory of Taquila. On this point, Lord Akasri and Lord Natalya both hold the same opinion.

...

After arriving at the Messenger Building, No. 76 and the hero were carried back to the bed, and the other three witches surrounded the burning fireplace, talking excitedly about what they had seen and heard along the way. There is no doubt that Neverwinter has left a deep impression on them in just a short time.

Not long after, Wendy walked into the room with a little girl.

"This is Nana, whether it's a new wound or an old wound, she can heal as before."

"Is it okay to have a broken leg?" Amy ran to the bed impatiently, and lifted the cotton blanket covering the hero.

"No." The little girl stretched out her hand and shook her head slowly, "Unless you still keep her broken leg. If the whole amputated limb is lost, I can only join it, but not regenerate it."

"You mean you have to find her two new legs?"

"Well, it's better to just cut it off." Nana replied seriously. It was clearly a childish voice, but it made all the witches present shudder unanimously.