Roland widened his eyes and said, "With dead ones..."
"No," she interrupted. "Like the Demon's Blood, it has to be fresh."
He heard Nightingale gasp behind him.
"This is the top secret of the Quest Society. I left the Stone Tower of the Holy City not long after the experiment began. The only thing I know is that they used the blood of old and weak witches, mixed it with God's Stones of Retaliation, and injected it into the bodies of mortals, thus changing the bodies of mortals." Agatha's voice was a little heavy. "From the notebook you found, this research should have been a success."
"How much... blood?"
"More than half." The witch's answer made Roland's heart sink. "And the blood has to come from the same person, otherwise the magic power contained in it will conflict with each other, greatly reducing the effectiveness." She paused for a moment. "You're right. Every time we conduct an experiment, a witch will die, and it's also very difficult for mortals to withstand the erosion of the weakened Blood of Magic. In the beginning, no one could survive. Many members objected to this, believing that mortals could not obtain magic power at all. If it wasn't for the insistence of Chief Alice, this plan might not have been carried out to the end. "
"But now the church has a large number of God's Punishment Army... According to Tilly's information, the number of Scourge may be about 500 to 1,000." Roland frowned.
"Assuming the success rate in the notebook refers to increasing the conversion rate to 100%, it means at least half of the witches died, and I don't think that group of people should be able to gather so many old witches."
So the reason the Church captured and bred witches was to drain their blood and use it to create powerful Extraordinary warriors? Roland felt the hand on his shoulder tighten involuntarily. "Damn it, hundreds of witches with all kinds of strange powers died in the Holy City of Hermes for nothing, and they have to bear the name of the Fallen, despised by the world. Such a stupid organization must be destroyed, even if their original intention was to fight against the demons."
"Don't worry, I'll stop them," Roland said word by word.
After Agatha left, Nightingale came out of the Mist and appeared in front of him. She gritted her teeth and said, "I didn't expect the God's Punishment Army to be like this! If the Church was really transformed from the Union, then their chief must be a lunatic! "
"Indeed," he sighed, "so it makes sense that the Church would adopt female orphans and abandoned babies everywhere, they are just collecting materials for the army. Perhaps the vilification of witches as the devil's minions was also part of the plan to justify the punishment of witches. "
"…" Nightingale didn't reply, but her face was filled with anger.
Roland grabbed her hand worriedly. "Are you going to …"
"Going to cause trouble for the Church alone?" She shook her head. "I'm not that stupid. If they could really be overthrown by a witch, someone would have done so long ago."
The prince was slightly relieved. "The ultimate purpose of the Church creating the God's Punishment Army is to strengthen their own strength, so if there are witches with extraordinary abilities, they will certainly not be used for blood supply... Facing these witches who are loyal to the Church, even if we hide in the Mist, we can't guarantee our safety. When the war with the Church starts, it is the safest way to advance step by step with the First Army's firepower. No matter what the enemy is, in front of bullets, there is no difference. " He paused. "I said, in the new world, witches will be like ordinary people, living a normal life without barriers."
"Yes," Nightingale responded in a low voice and put her forehead on Roland's head. "I believe you can do all this."
*
After sending Paper back to the Witch House, Vendy returned to the Lord's Castle with satisfaction.
Recently, she felt that her life had been very fulfilling. Although her previous life had been quite comfortable, she always felt that something was missing. Now that there was a particularly well-behaved little girl by her side who was full of admiration for her, nothing could make her feel happier.
Now that winter had arrived, the time of year when witches were most likely to awaken, there might be more newcomers joining the big family of the Witch Union in the next few months, and the children that needed her to take care of would also increase. Just thinking about it made her look forward to it.
Vendy gently hummed a song that she had heard from His Highness. When she opened the bedroom door, she couldn't help but be stunned by the scene in front of her.
Oh my God, what did I see? Nightingale was actually sitting in front of the desk, flipping through the book "Natural Science Theoretical Foundation"!
Did she quarrel with His Highness Roland?
"Ahem," Vendy coughed twice. "I'm back."
Roland nodded without answering. From the side, she looked very depressed, as if her sadness was written on her face.
It seemed that it was true.
Vendy walked forward, patted her on the shoulder, and softly comforted her, "Love is like this, sometimes there will always be disputes, but in fact, when you think about it, it's not a big deal, you just need to sleep."
"What are you talking about?" Nightingale frowned.
"You and His Highness... the quarrel is only temporary, you don't have to take it to heart."
"Why would I quarrel with him?" She said while holding her forehead.
"Uh... no?" Vendy was startled. "Then why did you suddenly want to study?"
Nightingale took a deep breath and repeated the experiment of the God's Punishment Army that Agatha had revealed. "I just feel that I need to become a little stronger, so that I can do more in the battle to overthrow the church in the future."
"So that's what happened." After listening to her, Vendy nodded solemnly. "I didn't expect that the purpose of building the monastery was actually for the witch's blood... If Ashes hadn't suddenly awakened as an Extraordinary and attracted all the guards' attention, I'm afraid I would have become one of the corpses."
Nightingale was right, perhaps the environment of the castle was too comfortable, so she completely relaxed. She suddenly realized that the enemy was still in front of her, whether it was the church or the demons, the threat had not been completely eliminated, but she had not made any progress for a long time. Although her magic power was growing slowly, her fighting skills and wind-making ability were not much different from when she was in the Witch Cooperation Association, let alone evolution.
Compared to her sisters who studied hard, such as Mystery Moon, Hummingbird, and Echo, she seemed to be too lazy. Obviously, she was a senior, but the Sigil of God's Will could not even light up two Magic Stones. If this went on, she was afraid that she would not be qualified to stand in front of them as a senior.
"You're right, I also have to work hard." Vendy took a deep breath. She decided that from today on, she would be like the other witches, spending two hours every night to study the knowledge of His Highness before going to bed.
After quickly washing up in the bathroom, she returned to the room again, only to find that Nightingale had already fallen asleep on the desk.
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