However, it was pointless to worry now. Even if it would attract attention, she had to follow the four of them. This was the best chance to observe the city and the Witch Union closely. Otherwise, once they entered the Castle District, it would undoubtedly be many times more difficult to contact them than it was now.
Thinking of this, No. 76 smiled timidly at Vendy and said, "I... I'm sorry to bother you."
"I told you that Lady Vendy wouldn't mind," Amy said with a grin.
Annie seemed to sense something. She looked at the two of them and did not speak again.
"Let's go." Vendy clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Let's go. Today's first stop is the core area of Neverwinter, the North Slope Mine!"
"Mine... mountain?" The five of them were stunned.
"What's so interesting about mining?" No. 76 had such a thought in her mind, and she was willing to bet that the others were thinking the same thing as her. Whether in Taquila or the Kingdom of Dawn, mining was always done by slaves or prisoners. The environment in the mine was extremely poor. Coupled with the heavy physical work of digging and transporting, it was normal to die and be injured. Only those who had no value to their lives would be thrown into the mine to fend for themselves.
Could it be that the other party's intention was to admonish them and tell them what would happen if they didn't listen to discipline?
"Rather than a mine, it's the source of Neverwinter's power." Vendy's tone was not threatening at all. "Whoever can produce more steel will represent justice. This is also a sentence that His Majesty often says. It's a mouthful, isn't it? " On the contrary, when she talked about the king, there was always a smile in her eyes. "Anyway, you'll understand when you see it."
"Represent... justice?"
No. 76 pondered this sentence several times in her heart. "What's the relationship between the two?"
Walking out of the Foreign Affairs Building, the snow on the street had been cleared. She did not know what the locals had done, but the hill-like snow piles were only a puddle of water. New snowflakes were still falling slowly, but much smaller than a few days ago. Busy freedmen could be seen everywhere. They seemed to have endless work to do, hurrying through the streets and alleys in the snow. It was obviously a harsh winter in the Months of Demons, but the whole city was full of vitality.
The Five-Colored Stone started to heat up again. She looked around and soon found her target — two figures above her head … No, it was a man and a bird. They were probably here to monitor them.
No. 76's evaluation of the Witch Union rose once again. Such means and strictness were almost the same as the small city-state associations in the Taquila era. It was completely different from the wild witch organization after the decline of the Union.
In addition, she also confirmed that her judgment was correct – with the green-haired witch's clairvoyance and the tracking of the flying witches, it was impossible for her to escape after her identity was exposed.
"Since we have some time on the way, let me briefly introduce to you some knowledge about witches and their own abilities." The red-haired witch led them all the way to the north and said, "From the moment of awakening, witches will face the trouble of magic bite. The church once called it the Demonic Bite. In fact, it's just a natural reaction to the continuous growth of magic power, which you should already know."
"Yes," Annie nodded calmly. "It's difficult for those who don't know to live past adulthood."
"I heard it from Broken Sword," Amy said, raising her hand.
"When wandering in the wild, it's inevitable to use their abilities. I was just guessing at that time," Broken Sword said with some embarrassment.
"It was the same for the Witch Cooperation Association. Fortunately, we survived," Vendy sighed. "Once a witch reaches adulthood, her original ability will be further strengthened and there is a chance to give birth to a branch of ability. The specific manifestation is that the magic vortex in the body becomes clearer and stronger."
"What's that?" Amy asked curiously.
"Something that every witch has, like a constantly rotating airflow." She touched the little girl's head lovingly. "Only a few witches can see it directly. That is the specific manifestation of magic power — its detailed shape determines the type of ability."
"Is, is that so?" The latter asked in surprise.
"On the day of the ability test, these are the items that need to be recorded," Vendy said with a smile. "At that time, you will know what the magic vortex in your body looks like."
No. 76 could not help but frown slightly. "Is this common knowledge about the continuation of witches a secret? What is Starfall City doing? The more witches survive, the more raw materials they have to make the God's Punishment Army. Why do they even block this information?
Has the witches of Starfall City deviated from the will of Lady Alice in the past 400 years? "
"But the day of adulthood is not the end of a witch's ability. Beyond the solidification of adulthood, there is the ability evolution," Vendy continued. "There is no limit to the number of times a witch can evolve, and it will not be limited to the original ability. As long as you continue to strengthen your understanding of yourself and magic power, your ability will continue to evolve."
"Really?" Amy said excitedly. "Can a witch like me also evolve?"
"Of course, as long as you study hard." Saying this, she took out a thin silver plate inlaid with a red crystal and raised her head. "Come to me, I want to introduce you to the new sister."
"That is... the Sigil of Listening!"
No. 76's pupils suddenly shrank. "Why do wild witches have the legacy of the Holy City of Taquila?"
"No... they did have this opportunity. For example, it would make sense to find one or two remaining Sigil of Listening from the ruins scattered around the witch empire." But this kind of standard equipment was generally issued to the Blessed Warriors. As far as she could remember, the Quest Society had never made such a simple Sigil of Listening.
To be honest, it even looked a little like an unfinished product... like a temporary experimental product made by a witch.
As soon as the red-haired witch finished her words, the figure in the sky rushed down and soon landed on top of her head.
It was a lovely blonde girl and her pet, a fat white pigeon.
Everyone was startled. It seemed that they had yet to recover from the shock of the crystal that could produce sounds on its own.
"Nice to meet you all." The little girl smiled brightly. "My name is Lightning, the greatest explorer in Neverwinter!"
"I'm Maggie, coo! Coo coo coo! "The pigeon spread its wings and said.
"My God, the bird is talking!" Amy's eyes widened.
"They are witches," Annie said calmly. "Their ability should be related to shapeshifting."
"You guessed right." Vendy stretched out her arm and let the pigeon land on it. "And she is a sister with an evolved ability."
"So it's not a pet..." No. 76 suddenly froze. "Wait, what did I just say? This pigeon named Maggie is actually a Senior Witch? "
Seeing the pigeon rub Vendy's cheek without any dignity, curl its wings and raise its neck after hearing the introduction, as if to show off its strength, No. 76 thought, "Is... is this also a Senior Witch?"
"In Taquila, they can enter the upper class of the Union and become one of the rulers of the Holy City!"
It was the iron rule of the Union to maintain respect in front of every promoted witch.
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