But Vendy wasn't as excited as her, instead she asked in a skeptical tone, "Did he really say that?"
"Yes, before I arrived there, he had already saved Anna and Nana. The Prince never thought that the power of witches came from the devil, he said that this power belongs to us –" Nightingale suddenly stopped, she realized that the other side didn't believe what she had said.
Well, she thought, this isn't Vendy's fault. If it were me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have yearned for it just by the description of a witch. The witches had been oppressed for too long, all the way from the Eastern Region to the Impassable Mountain Range, there were too many living examples in front of them. Being betrayed and abandoned was already a common thing, they had long been unable to easily trust others.
Thinking of this, her excitement gradually subsided, perhaps this trip wouldn't be as smooth as she thought.
"Vendy, you know my branch of ability, in addition to seeing the flow of magic, I can also tell whether people are lying or not," Nightingale said seriously, "I once asked him, why did he take such a big risk, for the witches to go this far, he answered me, 'Border Town doesn't care about one's background.' "He wants all witches to become free people."
"If he does this, he will become a thorn in the side of the Church," Vendy frowned, "Even if the Prince doesn't know what this means, don't you?"
Nightingale couldn't help but chuckle, "My original idea was almost the same as yours, I asked him, can this really be done? Guess what he answered me? "She paused, then said word by word," If you don't take this step, you will never know the answer. " ""
"You didn't lie?"
"I didn't lie," Nightingale said with certainty.
"It sounds unbelievable," Vendy said in a slightly relaxed tone, for this friend of hers of many years, she really couldn't think of a reason why the other side would lie to her.
"Yes," Nightingale had the same feeling, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, coupled with the ability to verify it, I'm afraid she wouldn't have made up her mind so quickly. Now that he thought about it, it was just like what Roland had said to him on the watchtower on the city wall. He rarely lied. In the past two months, Nightingale had been very satisfied with him, except for the fact that he had not honestly explained the use of Ice Ray.
Of course, she didn't care about that little deception. It would have been strange if he had completely revealed his secret to a witch he had only known for a short time.
"Tonight, when everyone comes back, I want to tell this important news to my sisters!" She looked at Vendy and said in a low voice, "I hope you can help me convince everyone."
When evening came, the witches who were busy outside began to return to the camp one after another. Seeing that Nightingale had returned safely, everyone was very happy. They surrounded her and asked all sorts of questions. Seeing the white bandages wrapped around their arms, Nightingale felt heavy in her heart. After casually answering a few questions, she raised her hand to calm everyone down.
What followed was a long narration, starting from the time she sneaked into Border Town, to her encounter with Roland, Anna and Nana, to the construction of the city wall, to the assembly of the steam engine, and finally to the fight against the demonic beasts, as well as Anna's adulthood. Nightingale took out the "forcibly taken" steam engine blueprint from her bosom to prove to everyone that she wasn't lying.
Most of the witches who joined the Witch Cooperation Association lived in isolation, it was difficult for them to imagine life in the outside world, so they all listened attentively. When Nightingale said that Anna hadn't suffered any pain and had safely passed her Day of Adulthood, the crowd suddenly burst into an uproar. This was a major event that had troubled the witches for a lifetime. They had endured a life of starvation and a life where they didn't have enough to eat or wear clothes to protect themselves from the cold. They had come to the Impassable Mountain Range in order to find the legendary Holy Mountain. If what Nightingale said was true, that there was a territory where the Lord was willing to accept them, and at the same time, there was a possibility that they would be free from the demonic bite. Wouldn't that be even more perfect than the Holy Mountain Residence?
At this moment, the crowd parted to make a path, and a witch with green hair and half a snake-shaped face walked in front of Nightingale.
"Respected mentor, hello." Nightingale bowed to her. The person who had come was the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association, Snake Witch Cara. In the association, the sisters called her mentor.
"I heard the stories you told," her voice was hoarse and hollow, "Do you want to tell everyone that what we are doing now is wrong?"
"No, mentor, those are not stories, I mean —"
"Enough," she impatiently waved her hand, "I don't know what you encountered in Border Town, to make you say such words. A prince, but sympathizes with witches? It's almost as ridiculous as sympathizing with frogs, "she sneered, turned around, opened her arms and asked loudly," Sisters! Have you all forgotten how those mortals dealt with you? "
Without waiting for Nightingale to explain, she continued to accuse, "Yes, mortals, that group of incompetent people pretended to be God's mighty name, pointing their sharp blades and whips at us. Without the God's Stone of Retaliation, how could they trample witches under their feet? Our ability doesn't come from the devil, but from the gift of God. The authority of God shouldn't be exercised by the Church, but by us! Sisters of the Witch Cooperation Association! The Holy Mountain recorded in the ancient books is the residence of God! "
What … Nightingale couldn't believe her ears, although she had always thought that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association had a somewhat eccentric character, and that she had an extraordinary dedication to finding the Holy Mountain, but she was still far from being crazy. Although Cara wasn't as approachable as Vendy, at least her concern for her sisters was genuine and sincere. But she had never thought that she would be so hostile to ordinary people.
So, for the past few years, she had been suppressing her hatred and anger? The so-called not interfering in the affairs of the world was just to accumulate power, in exchange for one day Thunder's revenge in the future? Nightingale thought to herself, "So what is it that makes her not want to hide anymore?" Could it be …
"We have found a clue to the opening of the Holy Mountain, just as recorded in the ancient books! In another twenty days, when the bloody moon appears in the night sky, we will pass through the huge stone door rising from the ground, and we will reach the final shore! " She turned back and looked directly at Nightingale, "You have been deceived by mortals, we have been living in a huge deception since we were born. The suffering on the Day of Adulthood is God's test of our spirit and body, only the strong-willed, tenacious people deserve real power. As for the Church, "she sneered twice," A group of mortals dare to act in the name of God, sooner or later they will all go to hell. "
"And you … child, it's not too late to turn back," Cara paused, "Forget the stories you told me, I can forgive your ignorance and mistakes, and once again accept you as a member of the Witch Cooperation Association. Together with us, we will find our eternal life in the Holy Mountain."
Nightingale's heart had completely cooled down, the suffering is a test? Those sisters who suffered the pain of the Day of Awakening, those who couldn't survive, are not worth mentioning? This statement is exactly the same as the Church's. But the surrounding witches unexpectedly showed an expression of approval, Vendy also didn't stand up … She suddenly felt bored, in the blink of an eye, the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association, the witches' guide, had become a stranger.
She shook her head, "In that case, I will take away the sisters who are willing to leave with me, and those who decide to stay here … I wish you good luck."
Just as Nightingale was about to leave, a slight tingling came from her calf. She looked down and found a shining blue striped black snake biting her calf – this was a magic snake, silent, capable of using a variety of poisons, Cara's usual ability.
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