That was right. Even after more than 400 years, the name had become blurred, but the scene at that time was still vivid in her mind.
The blue-haired witch knelt on one knee in front of the Three Chiefs of the Union, solemnly received the robe and scepter that symbolized a Higher Ascendant, and received the personal blessing of the leader of the Quest Society.
No. 76 deeply remembered her posture when she turned around and raised the scepter to the audience. As the youngest Senior Witch born in the Taquila era, her proud and confident expression was like a brand in the hearts of all onlookers.
At that time, No. 76 was just a member of the garrison guard, an original combat witch. At that time, when she looked at the high-spirited young junior, she only felt infinite envy and a trace of inferiority.
"So this witch is Agatha."
The dusty memories reappeared in her mind in an instant.
She even remembered that Agatha had violated the Quest Society's principle of never hiring mortals and was expelled from the core research circle because of some outrageous actions.
However, Agatha did not repent at all. She directly built her own research tower outside the City of Taquila.
Because of her status and identity, no one stopped her. If an original witch dared to openly oppose the Quest Society, she would probably be sent to the front line until she became one of the casualties in the bloody defensive war.
At that time, No. 76 was quite dissatisfied. She thought that she should not have done such a thing in the face of a formidable enemy. For the Quest Society, it was equal to losing a young and promising ascendant. For her, it was equal to losing most of the resources and foundation to explore the mystery of Magic Stone. Adding up the two, it was the loss of the Holy City of Taquila.
But now, all her dissatisfaction had long disappeared with the destruction of the Union and the passage of more than 400 years. Now, there was only joy in her heart... and incredible surprise.
She was happy that she could actually meet a Taquila witch here.
She was surprised that this Taquila witch had survived until now.
There was no doubt that Agatha still maintained the body of a witch. Even her appearance and age seemed to stay in that era, without any trace of aging!
The bodies of the other survivors had long since turned into bones, and only their souls were preserved through special methods.
No. 76 tried her best to restrain the impulse to stop her immediately. She watched her leave without moving and took a deep breath until the gate of the courtyard wall was closed again.
She already knew what to do next.
…
"What's wrong? Did you find something wrong?" When the sky gradually turned dark and the howling cold wind became biting cold again, Nightingale noticed that Sylvie's expression had changed a little.
"No. 76 has left the Foreign Affairs Building. She jumped out from the window of the corridor on the second floor," the latter replied.
"Oh?" Nightingale raised her eyebrows. "Aren't those windows sealed with iron bars?"
"It's probably rusted. The whole window frame fell off with a shake." Sylvie stood in front of the French window, looking down at the city that was slowly disappearing into the darkness. "She climbed over the wall, and the guards at the gate didn't notice anything."
"But we still found her." Nightingale could not help but raise the corner of her mouth. "There's really something wrong with her!"
Since Roland's safety was more important, she called Sylvie and asked her to monitor the tour directly from the office in the castle.
Nothing unusual was observed in the morning. Everything was normal. After the witches of the Kingdom of Wolfheart had lunch, No. 76 suddenly showed an uncomfortable look. Judging from her lips, it seemed that she was tired because of a sleepless night. Finally, under the persuasion of the witches, she got dressed and lay on the bed in her bedroom, directly missing the afternoon tour.
Nightingale had thought that the day would pass peacefully, but unexpectedly, as dusk approached, No. 76 made an unexpected move.
"You guessed it." Roland closed the book with great interest. "But an ordinary person can actually escape your lie detection. She's a genius."
Nightingale coughed twice. "When I catch her, I'll figure out how she did it sooner or later."
"No. 76 is moving south along the side street outside the Castle District. Wait … she stopped by the street," Sylvie reported. "It looks like she's … waiting for someone?"
"She doesn't have magic power and she doesn't carry any weapons. She's either here for intelligence or colluding with others to plan something big," Nightingale analyzed with high morale. "If it's the former, she should have lurked for a longer time. Since she's so impatient, maybe she'll make a move tonight."
"Make a move? Against who? "Sylvie asked.
"Uh … well, we'll know later."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Sylvie's voice suddenly froze. "Hey, she's moving again … Her target seems to be … Oh no, isn't that Agatha?"
"It's the shift change time in the factory now. It's normal for her to appear here …" Nightingale frowned. "But Agatha is a combat witch, and she doesn't have a God's Stone of Retaliation. Are you sure No. 76 is going for her?"
"Agatha has made a move! No … How could it be! "Sylvie exclaimed in disbelief." No. 76 has a God's Stone reaction! "
The news made Nightingale and Roland's expressions change!
"Nightingale!"
"I'll go there now." Before Roland's voice died away, Nightingale had already disappeared into the Mist. "Sylvie, protect His Majesty for me!"
…
Agatha's hands stopped in the air, and her heart suddenly sank.
This was a small street leading to the Castle District. Few townspeople would pass by here, especially at dusk. When she noticed that someone was approaching her from behind, she turned around without hesitation to summon ice and directly froze the person's feet.
However, the ice that appeared out of nowhere only lasted for a breath's time before disappearing in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed.
"This is … a God's Stone of Retaliation?
No, if it's a God's Stone, the ice should not be able to get close to me. "
Just now, the magic power had condensed into an icicle and then dissipated.
"How could this be?"
But Agatha understood that it was not the time to investigate further.
Following her in this secluded street and having the ability to dissolve magic power, it was obvious that the person had come prepared. Just as she was prepared to take the attack head-on, the person's actions caused her to freeze in place.
She saw the person raising her elbows, pressing her fingers on her chest and bowing deeply to her.
She had not seen this kind of etiquette for a long time.
It was the standard etiquette that members of the Union had when they met their superiors in the Taquila era.
"You are …" Agatha could not help but ask.
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