Chapter 700 The First High-Ranking Witch

It’s just that there’s no point in worrying about it now, even if it will attract attention, she has to act with the four of them—this is the best opportunity to observe the city and the Witch Union up close. Otherwise, when they entered the castle area, it would undoubtedly be many times more difficult to contact them than it is now.

Thinking of this, No. 76 smiled timidly at Wendy, "I'm sorry...to trouble you."

"I just said that Lord Wendy won't mind," Amy grinned.

On the contrary, Annie seemed to feel something was wrong. She looked at the two of them and said nothing.

"Let's go," Wendy clapped her hands and laughed until the hero got a little familiar with the operation of the wheelchair. "The first stop of today's visit is the core area of ​​Neverwinter, the North Slope Mine!"

"Mine... mountain?" The five of them were all taken aback.

What's so cool about mining? Such a thought came to No. 76's mind, and she bet that other people's thoughts should be similar to her own. No matter in Taquila or Dawn Kingdom, the work of mining is done by slaves or prisoners. The environment in the mine is extremely bad, and with the heavy labor of digging and transportation, casualties are nothing more than normal, and only those whose lives are worthless will be thrown into the mine to fend for themselves.

Could it be that the other party's intention is to admonish them, so as to tell them what will happen to these newcomers if they don't obey the discipline?

"Rather than mines, it's the source of Neverwinter's power," Wendy said without any hint of intimidation, "Whoever can produce more steel is more representative of justice. This is what His Majesty often says. A word on the lips. It's a mouthful, right?" On the contrary, when she talked about the king, there was always a smile in her eyes, "In short, you will understand when you see it."

Represent...justice?

No. 76 thought over this sentence several times in his heart. Is there any relationship between the two?

Walking out of the diplomatic building, the snow on the street has been cleared, and the locals don't know what method they used. The snowdrift like a small mountain is only a puddle of water. New snowflakes are still falling, but much smaller than they were a few days ago. Busy free folk can be seen everywhere, they seem to have endless work, walking in a hurry, walking through the streets and alleys in the face of Xiaoxue. Even though it was a severe evil month and cold winter, the whole city was full of vitality.

The five-color magic stone became hot again, she looked around, and soon found the target—two figures above her head... No, it was a person and a bird shaking, probably to monitor them.

The evaluation of the Witch Union in No. 76's mind has risen again. Such methods and rigor are almost the same as those of the small city-state associations in the Taquila era. They are not at all like the wild witch organizations after the decline of the Federation. .

In addition, she also confirmed that her judgment was correct - with the perspective of the green-haired witch and the tracking of the flying witch, it was impossible for her to escape from this place after revealing her identity.

"While there is some time on the road, let me briefly introduce to you some knowledge that witches still have abilities." The red-haired witch led everyone all the way north, and said as she walked, "Since awakening, witches have faced the danger of magical backlash." Obsession, the church used to call it the devouring of demons, but in fact it is just a natural reaction to the increasing magic power, which you should already know."

"Yes," Annie nodded calmly, "It's hard to live as an adult if you don't know."

"I heard it from Broken Sword," Amy raised her hand.

"It's always necessary to use abilities when wandering in the wild. I was just guessing wildly at the time," Broken Sword said a little embarrassed.

"It was the same with the Mutual Aid Society back then. Fortunately, we survived," Wendy sighed. "Once an adult, the witch's original ability will be further strengthened, and there is a chance to give birth to branch abilities. The specific manifestation is the magic vortex in the body." become clear and powerful."

"What's that?" Amy asked curiously.

"Every witch has something, like a continuously rotating air current." She pampered the little girl's head, "Only a few witches can see them intuitively, and that is the specific manifestation of magic power— —its detailed shape determines the type of ability."

"Yes, is that so?" The latter asked in surprise.

"Wait until the day of the ability test, these are items that need to be recorded," Wendy said with a smile, "by then you will know what the magic vortex in your body looks like."

No. 76 couldn't help but slightly frowned. Could it be that this kind of common sense about the continuation of witches has become a secret? What is Falling Star City doing? The more witches survived, the more raw materials they had to make God's Punishment Army. Why did they even have to block this news?

Could it be that during these four hundred years, the Witch of Fallen Star City has deviated from Lord Acaris' will?

"However, the day of adulthood is not the end of the witch's ability. On top of the solidification of adulthood, there is also the ability to evolve," Wendy continued, "There is no limit to the number of evolutions, and it will not be limited by the original ability. As long as you continue to Strengthen your understanding of yourself and magic power, and your abilities will continue to evolve."

"Really?" Amy excitedly said, "Can someone like me evolve?"

"Of course, as long as you study hard." Speaking of this, she took out a thin silver plate embedded with red spar and raised her head. "Come to me, I want to introduce you to the new sisters."

That's... the Sigil of Listening!

No. 76's pupils shrank suddenly. Why did the wild witch possess the heritage of the holy city of Taquila?

No... They do have this opportunity. For example, it makes sense to find one or two remaining listening symbols from the scattered ruins of the Witch Empire. It's just that this kind of standard equipment is generally only distributed to holy warriors. In her impression, the Quest Society has never produced such a simple listening symbol.

To be honest, it even looks a bit like an unfinished product... like a temporary experiment made by a witch.

As soon as the red-haired witch finished speaking, the figure in the sky rushed straight down, and soon landed on top of her head.

It was a lovely little blond girl and her pet, a fat white dove.

Everyone was taken aback, as if they hadn't recovered from the spar that could make a sound by itself.

"Nice meeting, hello," the little girl smiled brightly, "My name is Lightning, and I am the greatest explorer in Neverwinter!"

"I'm Mai Xigu! Gugu Gugu!" The pigeon followed suit.

"My God, the birds are talking!" Amy's eyes widened.

"They are witches," Annie said calmly, "the ability should be related to changing shapes."

"You guessed right," Wendy stretched out her arm, letting the pigeon rest on it, "and she is a sister who has evolved abilities."

So it's not a pet... No. 76 was taken aback suddenly, wait, what did she just say? This pigeon named Maggie is actually a high-ranking witch?

Seeing the other party rubbing against Wendy's cheek without majesty, after hearing the introduction, he curled his wings and raised his neck high, as if to show his strength, this...is this considered a high-level powerhouse?

You must know that in Taquila, they can all enter the upper echelons of the federation and become one of the rulers of the holy city!

In front of every promoted witch, respect should be maintained, this is the iron law of the federation.

No. 76 felt something click in his heart, and a crack burst out.