With the help of the colorful magic stone ring, No. 76 could observe the witches' conversation with God when they used their magic power.
It was like a faint orange light, connecting the witches with the vast sky.
In fact, not only witches, but also demons and some hybrid demonic beasts should have the same orange light if the historical records were correct.
God did not care about the world.
Every time she thought of this, she would feel extremely worried.
Compared with the endless number of demons, witches could not be regarded as a powerful group. They could not be inherited or cultivated, and they could only awaken by luck. Moreover, their magic power was far less than that of their enemies.
Fortunately, the key was not something destined to be.
They could change the key itself by awakening at a higher level, so as to obtain more power from God.
Since leaving the Kingdom of Dawn, No. 76 had observed the orange light of Amy, Annie, and Hero. Among the three, Hero was the strongest and Annie the weakest, but overall, there was not much difference. They were all about the thickness of a finger, which was far from the requirement of activating the Instrument of Divine Retribution.
She had reason to believe that the Chosen One must be a Senior Witch.
Suddenly, the cabin door was pushed open, and Yorko, the Ambassador of Graycastle, came in. He raised his eyebrows and walked to the bedside. "The smell of this herb... is even worse than a latrine pit. How did they use such a smelly thing as medicine? "
"Maybe the crew thought that the demonic plague would also retreat in the face of this stench." No. 76 smiled reluctantly. "But my body is really much better. At least the scratches have formed scabs."
Of course, it was not the medicine, but the extraordinary bodies of the God's Punishment Army.
"If it doesn't work, I'll definitely press their heads into the latrine pit so that they can smell the medicine I made." Yorko picked a bench and sat down.
"Poor sailors," she said softly. "I heard from Amy that you asked them if there was any special prescription."
"Ahem, it's a felony to deceive the nobles. They asked for it." The ambassador spread out his hands. "If you really can't answer, you can say that you take it with hot water and honey. Even if it doesn't cure the wound, at least the patient can leave with a satisfied smile — ah, I'm not talking about you. "
No. 76 could not help but raise the corner of her mouth. During the long voyage, the ambassador would come to visit her once a day. Although the time was short, they had a pleasant conversation. She found that Yorko might be a mortal without any good points, but he was more humorous than most of the nobles when it came to women. Even in Taquila, he should not be a nobody. Since she had lost most of her senses, verbal communication was one of the few pleasurable pastimes she had.
After chatting idly for a while, the man uncharacteristically fell silent.
No. 76 thought for a while, propped herself up with one hand and asked tentatively, "Your Excellency, do you need me to serve you? Although my body is not very agile, but … "
"I've told you many times, you're no longer my maid. Don't mention serving anyone you meet. You're now a free citizen of Graycastle, understand? " "Not to mention, you're still injured. I'm not one of those upper-class nobles with sick hobbies."
"Then do you have something to tell me?"
Hearing this, Yorko's expression changed slightly. He cleared his throat and said, "Uh … I do have a question to ask you. After arriving at the new king's city, what do you plan to do in the future? "
"Well … go to a tavern to be a maid? Or a casino. "No. 76 tilted her head and said," If the witches can really cure this body. "
As long as she could stay in Neverwinter, she did not mind doing anything. She had already established a relationship with the witches of the Kingdom of Dawn, and sooner or later she would get to know other members of the Witch Union.
"You should do something else," Yorko advised. "Since you've already come out, don't go back to the old way."
"But 'Black Money' didn't teach me anything other than serving men. Even if I want to be a guard, my limbs won't be as agile as before after I've reattached them. "
"Neverwinter will teach you. I heard from His Majesty that his city can provide a formal job for everyone." Yorko paused for a moment. "If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me at any time — as long as I haven't left the Western Region."
"Did he hesitate for so long just to say this?" No. 76 could not help feeling a little emotional. When she was in the Kingdom of Dawn, she clearly knew how much the ambassador hated trouble. It was probably very difficult for him to make such a promise.
"Well … I'll try." She lowered her head and said, "Thank you."
…
Four days later, the sailor brought good news. They had finally arrived at the new city in the Western Region of Graycastle — Neverwinter.
All the witches gathered in No. 76's room and waited anxiously for further instructions. Among them, Annie was the most anxious. From time to time, she opened the window and glanced at the dock. If she found anything wrong, she would take everyone and jump into the cold river without hesitation.
The first thing No. 76 felt was the noise. The high-pitched horn sounded continuously, and the river splashed against the side of the ship, as if there were countless ships passing in front and behind them.
It was the Months of Demons. How could the dock be as busy as midsummer?
Unfortunately, she could not move at the moment and could not see the scene outside the window.
"Sister Annie, why can't I see any sails on those ships?" Amy asked in surprise.
"Maybe some sailors are paddling under the deck." Annie suddenly stopped and leaned sideways to the window. "Quiet. Someone is coming."
"Are there many people?" Broken Sword asked nervously.
"Only four people. They don't look like they're here to catch us." Annie frowned. "And... they're all women."
"All witches?" Amy stood up at once. "I knew Mr. Ambassador didn't lie to us!"
"The members of the Bloodfang Association are also witches, but they're not our kind," she said in a low voice. "Anyway, just follow my eyes and gestures as before."
"Okay." Everyone nodded in unison.
Soon, the door of the cabin was knocked. The four people mentioned by Annie walked into the room one by one. The red-haired woman, who was the leader, said with a smile, "Welcome to Neverwinter, sisters from afar!"
Annie was stunned, probably because she did not expect the other party to be so enthusiastic. Even No. 76 was quite surprised. Even in the Taquila, where witches held great power, they would not welcome new awakened witches so casually. Didn't they distinguish the witches' abilities first?
Comparing a combat witch to a non-combat witch was a very rude thing to do.
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