When Agatha woke up again, there was no one in the room. The thick curtains were closed, and it seemed particularly quiet.
Probably because she was not familiar with the environment, there was a candle beside the bed, the orange flame quietly burning.
She tilted her head and looked for a long time, but found that not a single drop of wax flowed out. The candle was always so long, as if it would never burn out.
It should be caused by magic, she thought.
The quilt on his body was very soft. It was probably made of high-quality cotton, and the inside was filled with light and warm fluffy blankets. This kind of treatment was no worse than when she was in the Holy City of Taquila. It was hard to believe that there could be such a comfortable bed and bedroom in the Barbarian Land.
She moved her fingers, and her physical strength had recovered by more than half. Agatha turned over and got out of bed. She stimulated her magic, and cold air suddenly overflowed from her fingers – it seemed that the Prince really didn't do anything, but removed the God's Stone of Retaliation, giving her a certain degree of freedom.
She went to the window and opened a corner of the curtain. It was dark outside, and she couldn't see the stars or the moon. The whole earth seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and only a few hazy flames in the distance could be seen swaying. Through the window, she could hear the whistling wind outside, and occasionally see some snowflakes falling on the glass.
It seemed to be winter, and it was also a good season for witches to awaken. In Taquila, it was impossible to see such a night. Every day in winter was a day of celebration for the whole city. The streets were lit by bonfires all night long, and when she looked out from the tower, it seemed that the whole city had been set on fire. The flashing flames were like stars, symbolizing hope and the future. People gathered around the bonfires and prayed, eager to gather magic to cross the mortal world. Every time a witch appeared, the fate of her family would also change, and from then on they would not have to worry about food and clothing.
Agatha pulled the bolt and opened the window. The cold wind suddenly entered the room, blowing the curtains backwards. The candles in the room also went out. Darkness immediately surged in, filling up every corner of the room tightly. When her eyes adapted to the darkness, she could see the snow on the roofs of the town, reflecting a faint white light. Judging from the scope of the buildings, this place was indeed not very big, which was consistent with the Border Town that the Prince had mentioned.
In such cold weather, ordinary people would freeze after staying outside for a few hours, but Agatha was not afraid of the cold. Her body would automatically ignore the cold that made her feel slightly uncomfortable. The first time she felt cold was before her awakening. Now, she had almost forgotten about it.
Closing her eyes, Agatha's mind was filled with the previous conversation.
The Union had perished, and the witches had become the demons' minions. Relying on the God's Stone of Retaliation, the mortals were wantonly hunting witches... From the note, Alice and Natalia had successfully escaped from the Fertile Plains. If even they could not stop all this, the Union's destruction was already a foregone conclusion.
What happened at that time that caused these two Transcendents to be defeated by mortals?
She simply did not want to continue thinking about it.
"Aren't you cold?" someone behind him suddenly asked.
Agatha was shocked. She turned around and saw a woman sitting on the edge of the bed in the dim light. Her face was completely hidden in the night, like a quietly appearing ghost. At this time, the door was still closed, and she had not heard any footsteps before.
"If you can close the window, I don't mind lighting the candle again," she said again.
There was no doubt that the woman was a witch.
What was she doing here so late at night?
Agatha nodded calmly, closed the window, and quietly let the thin layer of ice creep over her skin. The woman did not do anything dangerous. Instead, she opened the first shelf of the bedside table, took out a fire sickle, and lit the candle. As the flame lit up, she saw the woman's appearance: beautiful blonde curly hair, slender eyebrows, and very sharp eyes. She was not any witch she had seen before.
"Nice to meet you... No, this is the second time." She raised the corner of her mouth. "My name is Nightingale."
"Does it mean... that she was also hiding in the crowd before?" "Is this your ability?" Agatha frowned. "Are you also a Senior Awakened?"
Even if she was a respectable Senior Witch, it was very rude to break in without a greeting.
"Ah, you mean evolution..." Nightingale shook her head. "I'm not as smart as Anna. She can read through" What's the Basis of Nature "in such a short time. When I saw those formulas and theorems, my head was about to explode. I'm probably not going to evolve in this life. "
Half of the words in the short answer could not be understood. Agatha was stunned. She really did not expect that the "Original Witch" would say such words, and looking at her expression, it did not seem that she was deliberately teasing her. Is this the … knowledge that the prince mentioned?
"That book … What's the basis of nature, can I have a look?"
"Of course, as long as you are willing to join the Witch Union and serve His Royal Highness." She shrugged.
"Serve a mortal?" Agatha's eyes widened. After a long time, she whispered, "I thought I was weird enough, but I didn't expect you to be crazier than me."
"Weird? Crazier? "Nightingale tilted her head and said," Why do you say that? "
"In the Holy City of Taquila, most of the Awakened only regard ordinary people who can't condense magic as lowly servants, inferior people, or … fertility tools." She slowly said, "But I don't think so. Although they are stupid, they are not hopeless. As long as they are taught to learn and think, these people can do most things as well as witches. Because of this, many people think that I have a strange nature, and actually hand over some of the tower's affairs to the mortals. I didn't expect you to go one step further than me, to actually recognize a mortal as your master and serve him. "
"His Royal Highness Roland does not regard us as servants." Nightingale curled her lips. "I don't know what kind of strange understanding you have of the word 'serve', but the fact is that he took in the witches who were oppressed by the Church, gave our sisters new strength, and let us live together with the people in the Western Region. All of us fought against the Church, demonic beasts, and in the future, we will also fight against the Devil together."
"But this model has been proven to be a failure!" Agatha could not help raising her voice. "More than 400 years ago … for you, it may be 800 years ago. It was the era when mortals and witches ruled together. At that time, human beings almost covered the entire Land of Dawn, but in the face of the Devil's attack, the result was a crushing defeat, and only a corner of the Fertile Plains was left."
"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows. "There is such a thing?"
"You said that this buried history has been more than 450 years, right?" Agatha continued. "According to the Union's records, the third Battle of Divine Will will begin soon, but you know nothing about the Devil! To the east of the Barbarian Land is the Swirling Sea. Where can you retreat to? Only by re-establishing the Union, uniting the witches, and improving the probability of Senior Awakening according to the knowledge, can we seize the last chance to stop the Devil's attack! "
"Why do you have to say that?"
"What?"
"More than 400 years have passed, right? A lot of things can be changed in 400 years. Why do you still cling to the previous idea and refuse to let go? " Nightingale sighed. "You heard what His Highness said before he left. Mortals can defeat the Devil. He's also trying to unite people, but not just witches. He wants to unite every ordinary person on the continent. He told me that the people on the continent are the most powerful group. "
"Huang —" Agatha was about to refute this nonsense, but she suddenly stopped. She said it so confidently, as if she had already seen the result. Could four hundred years really change all of this? Could it be that … the gray-haired Prince has such an incredible ability that even mortals can have the power of beautiful witches?
"You seem to have realized it." Nightingale smiled. "There's still a long time. Why don't you let go of the wall in your heart and see with your own eyes?"
This time, Agatha was silent for a long time. "… I can see that you don't like me."
Roland did not refute.
"The witches of the Quest Society often look at me like that. Ever since they found out that I used a group of mortals as experimental assistants in the tower," she said. "You obviously don't like me. Why are you telling me this?"
"As long as you keep your arrogance in check and treat His Highness normally, I don't really hate you. As for the latter …" She paused. "Because His Highness said he doesn't want to see you abandoned by the times."
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