Chapter 705 The Outstretched Hand

"You can come out now," Agatha looked towards the empty corner of the cubicle. ?

Following her words, a faint shadow first appeared on the wall, and then Nightingale appeared out of thin air, covering the dim candlelight in front of her.

"When did you discover me?" There was a hint of surprise in her tone.

"When I took over the ring from No. 76," Agatha shrugged and raised the jug, "Would you like a drink?"

"If you pay the bill." Nightingale sat down opposite the Ice Witch, "Which magic stone can observe magic power?"

"It's not magic power, but an orange beam of light, or..." The latter took out an empty cup, filled it up, and pushed it in front of the other party, "Your beam of light literally lit up half the room, making it impossible to think It’s hard to pay attention.”

"She noticed too?"

"Ten chances," Agatha nodded, "She doesn't mind showing her identity in front of her kind."

"I'm not the same kind as her, just like I'm not the same kind as the pure one," Nightingale said in a deep voice, "Why, do you believe what she said?"

"I believe."

"But you didn't take her ring."

"Because I really want to help her and let her go on the right path." Agatha poured herself a glass of ale, and drank it down - the quality of the wine was quite low, far inferior to that made by Evelyn Fruity liquor, not to mention the chaotic drink with a strange taste. Even so, the sour and bitter taste couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.

Agatha felt extremely happy.

The moment No. 76 revealed her identity, a faint sense of loneliness disappeared from her heart. It turned out that she was not the last remnant of Taquila, and there were witches from the Federation like her, which spanned more than four hundred years and continued to this era.

Although most members of the Witch Union are very friendly, and Wendy also cares for her, Agatha always has a kind of lingering confusion—she knows that this is a gap accumulated over hundreds of years, not a short-term Getting along can fill it up. Facing the witches of the new era, no one can tell about this kind of loneliness, and indulging in work all day is also a kind of paralysis.

The only exception was Roland Wimbledon. Only when she was alone with this strange mortal, would she feel a little comfort from empathy. At first, she still found it difficult to understand, but later she realized that there was also an indescribable gap in Roland, as if he was out of tune with this world - but the other party had to hide it better, so almost no one could notice come out.

And now, at last, she was no longer alone.

Because of this, Agatha hoped that the other party would make a visit request to Roland Wimbledon on behalf of the Taquila Witch.

The two stood hand in hand to spend the battle of divine will, which was what she wanted to see.

She has fallen in love with life in Neverwinter, and naturally hopes that her compatriots will also fall in love with it.

In addition, Agatha still had a small thought hidden in her heart.

She wanted those witches to see that her point of view was wise and correct—the cooperation between mortals and witches is the best way to fight against devils.

"Is this why you snubbed her on purpose?" Nightingale's eyes were complicated, as if seeing her true thoughts for the first time.

"Number 76 will understand, after she stays here for a while." Agatha raised the corner of her mouth, "Isn't that how I came here?"

This group of survivors is different from the church... They don't agree with the God's Punishment Army plan, and they don't want to use witches as materials. They even broke with Lady Akaris because of this. This is one of the reasons why she decided to help them.

Afterwards, Nightingale remained silent for a long time, until the swaying candles bottomed out, and then she gradually disappeared and returned to the darkness, "I hope she will make the right choice."

"She will," Agatha smiled, "I believe."

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On the 76th, I went back to the Diplomatic Building along the same road, and happened to meet Annie and her party after visiting the beverage factory.

"I'm much better after waking up," she explained before everyone spoke, "I just felt a little stuffy in the room, so I went for a walk in the yard."

"You should wear more clothes, and be careful not to catch a cold," Broken Sword said with concern.

Amy took her hand and said cheerfully, "It's a pity you didn't come with us this afternoon! The Chaos Drink made by Miss Evelyn is simply the most incredible thing in this world!"

"Chaos... drink?"

"That's right. Originally, she could only change the taste of drinks. After her ability evolved, she could create delicious drinks that never taste the same. I swear that even the nobles of Wolfheart City would never have tasted such amazing things." Amy looked very excited, "Whether it's black tea, honey milk or fine wine, it's not worth mentioning in front of it."

It's a high-ranking witch again... No. 76 has already become numb. Although it is not clear what Wendy and Nanahua mean by learning, there is no doubt that the alliance has reached the level of the federation in terms of training witches. Front. It's just that according to Agatha, the root of all this seems to be rooted in Roland Wimbledon, a mortal, and this is what makes her hard to understand.

Do mortals know more about magic than witches?

"I can testify," echoed the hero, "for a moment, I even felt that all the hardships I encountered before were worth it."

"If I can have a sip occasionally in the future, I won't want to leave Neverwinter," Amy stuck out her tongue.

"Then let's just join the Witch Union," Broken Sword said suddenly, "As long as we stay here, there will always be a chance to drink it again, right?"

"I agree!" Amy immediately raised her hand.

"Me... too," the hero nodded earnestly.

The three of them looked at Annie together, and the latter said helplessly, "I'll listen to you."

Wait... Did you guys agree to stay here just for an inexplicable drink? No. 76 couldn't help being startled, and Annie, what you said should be carefully observed and treated with caution? Anyway, after watching tomorrow's visit, make a choice. If Wendy heard the reasons that prompted them to make up their minds, I'm afraid they would be dumbfounded.

For some reason, a feeling of envy suddenly rose in her heart.

Simple requirements, easy decisions, as long as you see a glimmer of hope, you can move forward without hesitation.

What about herself?

...

After everyone fell asleep, No. 76 quietly left the room again and climbed up to the roof.

Facing the whistling wind and snow, she raised her ring and aimed it in the direction of the castle, squinting - a beam of light as wide as a city wall appeared before her eyes again, even though there was no magic power activated, even though it was far beyond the theoretical detection range, it still fell in her field of vision like a miracle.

She needs to find the chosen one for the Taquila witch, which is the biggest purpose of this trip.

But taking a step back, the significance of the Chosen One to the survivors seems to be the same as the meaning of the Chaos Drink to Amy and others.

She made a decision in her mind.

...

When Wendy came to the Diplomatic Building the next day as scheduled, No. 76 handed over a letter written overnight to the other party.

"I am Phyllis, a Taquila witch from the Labyrinth of Desperation. I have brought news about the divine will and the savior. I hope to meet the lord of Neverwinter and discuss the battle against the divine will." She did not avoid it. The wolf-hearted witch stood in front of everyone and said solemnly.

Amy and the others widened their eyes, as if they had heard some unbelievable news.

"Number 76...you...what are you talking about?"

"So you're a witch too? That's great!"

"Phyllis...is that your real name?"

The reactions of the three were different, and only Anne remained silent.

Wendy seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and didn't even say that she would report the situation to the castle first, but smiled encouragingly after receiving a piece of paperwork, "Come with me, His Majesty is already waiting for you in the study Already." 8