Roland had learned the general situation of No. 76 from Nightingale. In fact, he was very interested in that dusty history, not to mention that the Taquila witches claimed to have information about the Divine Will. Now that No. 76 came to him, it saved him a lot of effort.
Of course, in case of accidents, in addition to Nightingale, Sylvie, and Scroll, Leaf and two special potted plants were also in the office. Once No. 76 used the ability of the latter, she could not immediately eliminate the growing vines even if she used the God's Stone Realm. As long as she slowed down a little, Nightingale could take out her gun and shoot her into a sieve.
Potted plants looked just like decorations, and if he didn't activate them with his ability, they wouldn't pose any threat at all. Thus, Roland avoided the awkward situation of sending a group of personal guards to surround the room. He couldn't let the other party look down on him before he even started negotiating.
When No. 76 followed Vendy into the office, Roland smiled and spread out his hands. "Welcome to Neverwinter. Do you need a pair of tactical sunglasses?"
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Everyone was silent. Nightingale rolled her eyes and pinched Roland's shoulder hard in the Mist. "Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense at this time."
"Ahem, okay..." Roland cleared his throat and changed back to his usual calm look. "So you're No. 76 of Taquila?"
"My name is Phyllis, Your Majesty." No. 76 put one hand on her chest and lowered her head slightly. "No. 76 is just a disguise for a common person. Now that you've discovered my identity, this name has lost its meaning."
The hand on the chest salute was suitable for the upper nobles to meet the members of the royal family. It could also be used as a common salute for ambassadors to visit other countries. Obviously, Phyllis was not ignorant of secular etiquette. As for the title and the slightly inappropriate wording, Roland did not take it to heart. Compared with the superficial reputation, he cared more about the practical benefits.
"Let's sit down and talk." He nodded. "I happen to have a lot of questions to ask you."
"If I can," Phyllis said solemnly.
Probably because she hadn't talked to a "mortal" like him for a long time, her expression was very stiff. She probably wanted to maintain the foundation of politeness without losing the arrogance that once ruled the world.
Recalling Yorko's description of her, Roland could not help but laugh in his heart. When she was disguised as a maid, she could be very charming. Now that she had changed back to her official identity, even if the Witch Empire had long fallen apart, she still insisted on maintaining her pride. Needless to say, the name Taquila had already become a part of their beliefs.
"First, there's news about you two. After all, if we want to fight the demons together, it's better to know each other's details." Roland took a sip of tea and asked unhurriedly, "To be honest, I've always been curious about how the Union was split into two factions. Everyone is a witch, so why does the church want to beat up their own kind? Especially after knowing that the God's Punishment Army has a perfect form, this question has become even stronger. Can you tell me the reason in detail? "
Phyllis probably did not expect him to ask this question first. After a moment of silence, she replied, "Before entering the ruins of the maze, no one could have predicted that things would end up like this."
"What do you mean? Does it have something to do with the ruins?"
"Without the ruins, there wouldn't have been the plan of the God's Punishment Army, and the remaining witches wouldn't have survived... Unfortunately, we discovered it too late." At this point, she sighed softly. "In addition to finding the method of soul transfer in the maze, the fugitives also found some other things... Because of them, Lady Natalia and the Queen of Starfall City had a disagreement, which led to the final rupture."
"Other... things?" Roland frowned.
"I can't tell you more for the time being. Only after finding the Chosen One can we have a deeper discussion. At that time, Lady Pasha will talk to you personally."
"Who's Pasha?"
"She's the successor of the Three Chiefs of the Union, and also the trusted leader of the survivors," Phyllis explained.
If he was not mistaken about the time, the Holy City should have fallen at that time. The fact that a group of fugitives who were on the brink of death did not hesitate to use internal strife to resolve their conflict could only be said to be as important as the Divine Will.
"Couldn't the two sides coexist at that time? Since the perfect form of the God's Punishment Army won't cost the witches' lives, why did Alice want to overthrow the remaining Union? "
When Phyllis asked this question, a rare bitterness appeared on her face. "Won't cost the witches' lives? No... Your Majesty, it's not as simple as you think. The first body I used was from a Scourge who failed to transfer. Do you know how long it took me to master that body? "
"Ten years?" Roland pondered.
This was also the time it usually took to train a Knight.
"Nearly 50 years." She shook her head and said, "When I became familiar with how to control a body that didn't belong to me, the original body of the God's Punishment Army had already aged."
The witches present could not help but gasp.
"The magic power fused into the blood destroys most of the senses, including touch, taste, and smell... Therefore, the God's Punishment Army won't feel pain or fear because of injuries. But for us, it's equivalent to subverting the memory of the previous movements. We need to learn how to walk, open our mouth, and clench our fists... At first, we can't even stand up, and we don't know how much strength we should use to hold a cup. If we want our brains to remember these movements, it will take decades of continuous training every day. If we add weapons and fighting skills, it will take at least more than 100 years. "Phyllis paused and said," In this case, you know what should happen. "
Roland frowned and was silent for a while before he said, "Alice needs a lot of empty bodies."
"Yes, once a witch doesn't die, a Scourge who has lived for hundreds of years will be much stronger than a newly transformed warrior in any way. In order to continue the strength accumulated by this experience, more bodies must be created for the soul to continue. Even if the new bodies also need time to adapt, the time can be shortened to a few years compared to mastering from the beginning. "
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