The night faded, and a dim light shone through the gaps in the curtains.
It was dawn.
Agatha had barely slept all night, her mind was filled with the words of Nightingale.
"The people of the continent are the most powerful group.
Four hundred years can change a lot of things. Why do you still hold on to your previous ideas and refuse to let go?
There's still a lot of time. You can confirm it with your eyes. "
She got out of bed, walked to the clothes rack, and stroked the robe that symbolized the Taquila Quest Society. She remembered that when she got the robe through the unanimous approval of the Three Chiefs, she was so happy that she felt like she was about to fly. Exploring the mysteries of magic was her lifelong pursuit, and the Quest Society believed in the most was that existence was the truth. If those mortals could really prove their power …
Agatha put on the robe, opened the door, and walked to the hall.
No matter what, she might be the last member of the Quest Society and the only survivor of Taquila. It would take more than one or two days to rebuild the New Holy City. Before that, she might as well see with her own eyes what the mortal prince could do to make the witches listen to him.
After breakfast, Agatha, accompanied by Vendy, went to the gray-haired prince's office.
His attire was not much different from four hundred years ago, but the feeling he gave off was different from the mercenaries, merchants, and farmers that were commonly seen in downtown. He was also different from the family's guard captain, Kraft. Most of them only needed a glance to determine the depth of a person's strength, and they could even almost guess the thoughts in their hearts. He was so simple that he was like an empty symbol. However, this method could not be used on the prince, especially his eyes. They were obviously ordinary gray pupils, but they were full of indescribable spirit and confidence. Especially the latter, which was different from the confidence brought by blind optimism. Instead, it came from a calmness and calmness that did not match his age. It was as if he had lived for thousands of years and knew everything in the world like the back of his hand.
"Why do I have such a feeling?"
"His name is Roland Wimbledon." Agatha silently remembered this name in her heart.
"How was your rest last night?" The prince smiled. "Oatmeal and fried eggs after four hundred years should still be to your taste, right?"
"Barely. It would have been better if you hadn't sent a witch into my room without permission."
He was slightly startled, then shook his head helplessly. "Alright, she'll knock on the door in the future. By the way, if you want to go out and explore the town and the customs of this era, you can ask Nightingale to lead the way. If you want to check the history books, you can ask Lady Scroll. She has memorized all the books she has read. "
"Folk customs?" Agatha frowned and said, "The threat of the devil is right in front of us. I just want to see how you dare to boast that mortals can also defeat the devil. If we can't stop their attack, history and customs are meaningless! "
The Prince pursed his lips. "Compared to heavy industry, light industry and people's livelihood are also very important … Why are they all interested in shooting cannons?"
"What is heavy and what is light?"
"No, it's nothing …" The other party exhaled. "You'll see. We're going to test the performance of the new weapon this afternoon. But before that, I have some questions to ask you about the Holy City of Taquila 450 years ago. "
"A new weapon operated by mortals?" Agatha couldn't help but think of the crossbow and the catapult. If it was just an improved version of these things, it was far from enough to deal with the devil. But she didn't express the doubts in her heart. "Ask away."
"You mentioned before that the Holy City of Taquila is a city ruled by witches. Ordinary people without magic can only be regarded as the lower class of people. So how many meals do they eat a day? What's their staple food? Do they eat a lot of meat? "
Agatha couldn't help but be surprised. She didn't expect that the other party would ask her such a question. "Civilians also have a high or low status. Ordinary people who can work for Senior Witches and take on some chores and city defense are equal to the weakest assistant witches. Farmers and merchants are next, and slaves and coolies are last. As for these questions you asked, I can't answer them. No witch living in the Upper City will pay attention to what ordinary people eat. As for the guards and servants in my tower, they are all provided with three meals a day. Except for the Months of Demons, they can eat meat once a week. "
"How much are they paid?"
"What's that? Money?" She raised her eyebrows. "They become my followers and serve me for a lifetime. I give them shelter, food, and teach them knowledge. Other than that, I don't need any other compensation."
"I see." The other party wrote something on the paper with great interest. "Like farming, raising livestock, making ironware, witches also participate in it?"
"Of course, these are the jobs of assistant witches," Agatha replied. "Even if it's them, they are much better than ordinary people. Ordinary people can't meet the needs of the Union."
This kind of question and answer lasted for nearly an hour. He seemed to be particularly interested in the life of the witches in the major cities and asked very detailed questions, which made it difficult for Agatha to understand. Compared with these insignificant questions, did he not care about the demons that had occupied more than half of the Land of Dawn and were about to launch another invasion?
The prince rested for a moment and handed the notes in his hand to Scroll. "You said that you are a member of the Quest Society, and that this organization specializes in the study of Magic Stones and magic power?"
Agatha finally asked a decent question. She nodded and said, "Yes, the so-called Magic Stone is transformed from the God's Stone of Retaliation. It can not only suppress a witch's ability, but also enable a witch to exert a completely different power."
This sentence stunned everyone. The witch who called herself Tilly blurted out, "How do we do it?"
She finally found some of the feeling of being valued in the past and could not help but feel a little proud. "This is the secret that the Quest Society has been pursuing for more than 400 years. In order to understand the relationship between magic power and Magic Stones, we have put in countless efforts. I can tell you, but you have to take out knowledge that can increase the probability of a witch's awakening in exchange. "
Tilly and Roland looked at each other. "Of course, this is not a problem, but I have a question." She raised her left hand, the blue crystal ring on her finger reflecting a striking luster. "This Magic Stone was found in an ancient ruin. It can give me the ability to fly freely. There is no doubt that this Magic Stone is very useful. When fighting with the demons, whether it is attacking or retreating, it can give the troops the upper hand. It can also save a lot of time on the road." She paused. "But why do you still rely on walking when you retreat? Even a high-grade Awakened like you doesn't have such a convenient Magic Stone. Isn't it strange? "
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