The environment of Sleeping Island was getting better day by day. As long as Tilly flew up, she could see the crowds and the lively market.
Now, it was no longer a place where the original 300 witches lived in seclusion. Through negotiations, Crescent Moon Bay, Twin Dragon Island, Sunset Harbor and Shallow Water Town among the Fjords Islands had established commercial relations with Sleeping Island. She also introduced a group of ordinary residents from some crowded villages and small islands.
Although they were currently concentrated on the periphery of the island, far away from the witches, Tilly believed that one day, Sleeping Island would become an integrated city. The integration was a slow but hopeful process. Whether the awakened witches from other islands joined Sleeping Island or stayed in their birthplace and were accepted by the local people, it was good news for Sleeping Island. This meant that Tilly and the migrated witches would gain more supporters.
"Come down, the wind is picking up," Ashes shouted from below, "Be careful not to fall!"
"I'm fine!" She waved her hand, and suddenly her body sank down. She fell for a distance before she could stabilize her body, "Well... it's still a little hard to control."
"You know it's hard to control, but you still fly so high!" Ashes stamped her feet, "You can practice at a lower place, or go to the sea. If you don't come down, I'll climb up to the roof to catch you. "
"Okay, okay, I got it," Tilly felt the wind was indeed getting stronger, so she didn't try to be brave anymore. She withdrew the magic power she released and slowly landed in the garden of her residence.
"Next time when you do this kind of thing, call Molly first," Ashes said with her eyes wide open, "at least her magic servant can catch you."
"As long as I keep supplying magic power, it's impossible to fall. At most, I can't control the direction." She took off the blue magic stone gloves in her hand and handed them to Ashes, "You can also try it. The feeling of flying is amazing. Looking down at Sleeping Island from the sky, it feels like the whole world has become a new one."
"I don't think so," Ashes waved her hand, "I couldn't even activate the Lightning Magic Stone at the beginning, let alone this kind of stone that needs to be continuously injected with magic power. And there's only one of it, even if I master the control skills, I can't fly with you. "
"That's true," Tilly took back the gloves with a little regret, "I often think it would be great if I could understand the principle and make my own magic stone."
"Do you think it's man-made?"
"Of course," she nodded without hesitation, "from the polished appearance and use, these stones are unlikely to be natural. The people who built the ruins must have a deeper understanding of magic power. Unfortunately, apart from a bunch of incomprehensible documents, they didn't leave any more clues. "
At this moment, a huge white figure fell from the sky. Due to the speed of its descent, it almost hit the ground with a plop, stirring up a circle of dust.
"Maggie?" Ashes raised her eyebrows.
"Ugh … it hurts so much, coo." It was the little girl. She got up from the ground and rubbed her head. "Did I see wrongly just now? "Maggie" Maggie and by by by, she is. If it wasn't for the hair color, I would have thought it was Lightning. "
"You weren't mistaken. I did fly up just now." Tilly smiled and rubbed her cheeks. "So... are the witches of Sleeping Island living well in Border Town?"
"Very good, coo, they all asked me to deliver letters to you," Maggie rummaged through the letters in her satchel, "This is Lotus's, this is Evelyn's, and this... is His Royal Highness's."
Tilly was slightly startled. She saw that His Royal Highness's letter was half a finger thick, and it was wrapped tightly, looking more like a parcel. It was a little heavy in his hand. Obviously, it contained more than a simple letter.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Ashes took out half a wheat cake, broke off a small piece and handed it to Maggie. Maggie shook her head, stuffed a handful of dried fish into her mouth, and said vaguely, "I'm going to play with Molly." Then she transformed back into a giant white pigeon, flapped her wings and flew out of the garden.
"Why do I feel that after not seeing her for a month, she has become even bigger?"
"I have the same feeling," Tilly laughed, "Probably because life in Border Town is really good."
Back in the house, she tore open the letter sent by Roland Wimbledon. She found that in addition to the letter full of content, the rest of the dozen or so pages were unexpectedly filled with lifelike drawings.
"What is this?"
Ashes' question was also the doubt in Tilly's heart. She shook her head and spread out the drawings one by one. The content was somewhat unbelievable: The background was like an evening in the wilderness. Under the blood-red sunset, two terrifying monsters were fighting with a group of witches. The witches were obviously at a disadvantage. Their abilities seemed to have lost their effect. Whether it was a poisonous snake or a fireball, they were unable to stop the enemy. When she saw the last picture, several witches had already fallen into a pool of blood.
Tilly frowned. The scene in front of her was undoubtedly drawn by the witches. Only magic could create such a lifelike image. But … were these just simple paintings, or had they really happened before?
She grabbed the letter uneasily and quickly skimmed through it.
Soon, Tilly felt her heart tighten. The repeated word in the letter made her hands tremble slightly: Devil.
"What's wrong?" Ashes held her wrist. "What's written in the letter?"
"The past of the Witch Cooperation Association." She patted the back of her hand, indicating that she was fine. "They once searched for the Holy Mountain in the Barbarian Land... You should still remember the Holy Mountain, right?"
"Yes, according to the legend, the Holy Mountain is the final resting place of witches. You can find true peace and tranquility in the Holy Mountain, but this is just an illusory rumor," Ashes said disapprovingly. "We can also live peacefully on Sleeping Island. The Demonic Bite is a lie made by the Church."
"But Haraka believes that the Holy Mountain really exists, and she once found an ancient book in the ruins of the Eastern Forest. She believed that the gate to the Holy Mountain is in that forbidden area where no one has ever set foot. So she led the Witch Cooperation Association to cross the Impassable Mountain Range and went to the Barbarian Land. However, the witches didn't find the Holy Mountain, but instead encountered a terrible monster. "Tilly whispered.
"The kind in the painting?" Ashes sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Yes." Her expression was somewhat heavy. "The letter said that they had amazing strength, agility, and could command demonic beasts. One of them could also release Lightning from her hands... just like the witches' ability. In the end, more than forty witches, only six of them survived. Later, they were driven into a corner and decided to rely on the Lord of Border Town. "
"So it was actually... like this."
"Also, what I don't understand is that at the end of the ancient book, there was a scribbled essay written in the language of the Four Kingdoms." Tilly turned to the back of the letter. "It mentioned the Holy City, the war with the Devil, and Alice's God's Punishment Army experiment. It should be something that happened more than four hundred years ago. But since they know the language of the Four Kingdoms, why did they use a completely different language to record documents and books?"
After thinking for a long time without any results, the 5th Princess simply put all these things aside and took out Sylvain's letter, intending to first understand the results of the investigation of the Lord of Border Town.
As a result, the first sentence of the letter made her stunned, even more shocked than when she saw the word "Devil".
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