"I didn't know this pigeon was so powerful!" Amy exclaimed.
"Coo, coo!"
"Really?" Lightning was not convinced. "She just has the advantage of being older. When I become an adult, I will definitely evolve into a super powerful new ability!"
"Then... can you tell me what Miss Maggie's new ability is?"
"She has become a flying monster. Although she looks fierce and can cover the sky, she is not cute at all."
"Coo..." Maggie drooped her head.
"A flying monster... I want to see it."
"Me too."
The witches surrounded them and talked at once. Only No. 76 was very anxious. These fools were all amateurs and could not get the key points from their questions. Who would care about whether a Senior Witch was cute or powerful? Shouldn't the key point be the relationship between ability evolution and Magic Cyclone, and how to become a Senior Witch? For the first time, she found it so difficult to maintain a smile. She had the illusion that the corner of her mouth was about to twitch.
Seeing that the topic was getting more and more out of hand, she had to say, "But Miss Maggie now looks no different from an ordinary pigeon... How can we tell that her ability has evolved?"
This question might increase the probability of her identity being exposed, but No. 76 had no time to think about it.
She still had a glimmer of hope in her heart. Maybe they knew the difference between the Day of Awakening and the solidification of adulthood, but they might still regard some branching abilities as Senior Awakening. After all, some lucky witches might have multiple branching abilities.
"Judging from the magic power," Vendy answered her. "If the magic power of an ordinary witch is like a cyclone or mist, it will condense into a new shape after evolution. For example, Maggie's current magic power is a stretch of white wings, which is very different from the fuzzy mist before."
Magic power condensation and reconstruction were exactly the same as the Union's definition.
The last doubt was shattered. If Vendy was not lying, then Maggie was indeed a Senior Witch.
Although No. 76 did not have the means to directly observe magic power, since Vendy could say it with such certainty, she obviously had a more comprehensive understanding of evolution.
"So that's how it is." She suppressed her surging emotions and revealed a look of sudden realization. "Your ability … is also like this?"
"I didn't gather magic power," Vendy replied frankly. "Compared to Anna and the others, I still have a lot to learn."
So an Original Witch became the manager of the entire Alliance and even fought with a higher ascendant? Looking at the pigeon's intimate and easy to understand expression, No. 76 suddenly had a feeling that she had indeed slept for too long. This world was totally different from the Taquila she was familiar with.
However, the witches from the Kingdom of Wolfheart did not feel the complicated feelings in Maggie's heart at all. Apart from Annie, the other three witches teased Maggie and laughed with each other all the way.
While climbing up the mountain path, No. 76 deliberately lagged behind.
She put the finger with the Five-Colored Stone ring to her eye socket and pretended to rub her eyes. In fact, she was squinting at Lightning and Maggie through the crystal clear Magic Stone.
As both of them were in the stage of displaying their abilities, two eye-catching orange lights suddenly appeared in her vision.
The light beam above Lightning's head was similar to that of Annie and the others, about the thickness of a finger, while Maggie's was thicker, almost as thick as an arm. This was in line with the theory that the key of a Senior Witch should be more complicated.
But compared with the light beam from the intruder last night, it was much smaller, not to mention the giant light beam in the Castle District which was like a mountain wall.
They were not the Chosen One.
With mixed feelings, No. 76 wrote down their names.
...
After entering the North Slope Mine, the noise became louder and louder. The witches were surprised to see that the surroundings of the mine were still bustling with activity. The scattered snowflakes and the cold wind did not make them stop their work. Along the way, they could see busy figures everywhere.
Unlike what they had expected, they were definitely not dressed like ragged prisoners. Instead, they were all wearing thick fur coats with cloth of different colors wrapped around their heads. It seemed that they were distinguishing the content of their work in this way. Near the entrance of the mine, the ground was covered with many iron bars of equal width. Four-wheeled carts were running on the iron bars. There were no people pushing or pulling the carts, nor were there any horses or donkeys.
Bright banners were hung along the tracks, embroidered with huge slogans — Labor is the most glorious, win the future with your hands, ten years of labor, a hundred years of housing, etc.... The crimson banners, white snow, and black tracks constituted the three main primary colors in the mine.
"Before His Majesty became the Lord of Border Town, the ore produced here every quarter could only be exchanged for hundreds of Golden Dragon. In winter, in order to cope with the Months of Demons, the ore could not be produced. The local people couldn't even feed themselves with their salaries." Vendy stopped and turned around, saying slowly, "After His Majesty came to the Western Region, he saved a witch named Anna, which opened a new door for witches and ordinary people to cooperate."
"Do you see those black steel machines? They were made by Anna herself. They can replace manpower to tow the mining carts and remove water. They don't need magic power to drive them and can be operated by anyone. With these devices, the output of the mine has increased more than ten times. Not only can people's salaries fill their stomachs, but they can also buy new clothes or a place to live. It is this visible benefit that gradually made the townspeople accept the existence of witches. "
"The question you asked before, what is a witch's job? This is the answer — to create a better life." Vendy stroked the red hair in front of her forehead and said proudly, "If you are willing to join the Witch Union and work together to build this city and this home, the people will firmly remember your names in the future."
It could be seen that even Annie, who had always been calm, was moved. She gently opened and closed her hands that held the wheelchair, revealing the emotions in her heart without a doubt. The others were a little stunned after hearing the words "the home of witches"... For these refugees, there was nothing more exciting than a warm place to live.
Only No. 76 was full of doubts. The key to the change described by Vendy was not the witches, but the black machines. How did a local commoner, who was at the bottom of the hierarchy even among mortals, know how to make them? Awakening could only improve her ability and physical fitness, but it would not give her knowledge that she had never seen before.
"What happened during this period?"
What Wendy said next made No. 76's heart skip a beat.
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