Chapter 689: First Contact
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Using this colorful magic stone ring, No. 76 could observe the "dialogue" a witch had with God as she perford magic.
This dialogue appeared as a pale orange light which connected the witch with the vast sky.
According to the docunted records, demons and so hybrid demonic beasts could produce the sa type of orange light.
God did not show tender care for the world.
Every ti she thought about this, she beca worried.
When compared to the innurable demons, the witches were not as powerful a nation. Their powers could not be inherited and also could not be cultivated. The only way of awakening a witch’s power was luck. Moreover, their magic powers were weaker than that of the enemies.
Fortunately, the Key was not a predestined thing.
They could change the Key through a High Awakening. By doing this, they could receive a more powerful force through God.
Since leaving the Kingdom of Dawn, No.76 had observed the orange lights of Amy, Annie, and Hero. Hero was the strongest of them, while Annie was the weakest. However, in general, the differences between the three was negligible. They were all about the sa size, the width of a finger, and they were all far away from the request of starting the Instrunt of Divine Retribution.
She had reasons to believe that a Senior Witch was the Chosen One.
The cabin door opened suddenly and Yorko, the Ambassador of Graycastle, entered. He arched his eyebrows, went to the bedside and said, "The sll of this herb is more nauseating than the latrine. Why would soone use such a malodorous thing in dicine?"
"Maybe the sailors thought that the demonic plague could be cured by its pungent sll," No.76 said as she smiled smugly. "Regardless, my body feels better and my wound is just a scar now."
Of course, this had nothing to do with the dicine, rather, it depended on the individual bodies of the wonderful God’s Punishnt Army.
"If it’s useless, I"m going to absolutely put their heads into the latrine. So they can beco familiar with the sll of this dicine." Yorko chose a bench and sat down.
"Those poor sailors," she whispered. "Amy told that you asked them if they had any special prescriptions."
"Ahem. Lying to a noble is a grave cri and they can only bla themselves," the ambassador said. "If you can’t get a real answer, just tell them to drink it with hot water and honey. Even if it doesn’t cure their wound, they will still leave smiling and satisfied. Oh... I’m not referring to you!"
No.76 smiled with abandon. During the long boat trip, Yoko visited her at least once a day. The visits were short, but they always had a nice talk. She thought that perhaps Yorko was an average person, but when he spent ti with a woman, he was more humorous than many of the other nobles. Even if they were in Taquila, he would have beco famous. After she lost most of her senses, verbal communication had beco one of the most pleasant ways to pass the ti.
After chatting for a while, the ambassador unusually beca quiet.
No.76 thought for a mont before she propped up her body with one hand and tentatively asked, "Sir, do you need to serve you? Although my body is inflexible..."
"I’ve said it many tis before, you aren’t my maid. Don’t use the word ’serve’ every ti you et with others. You’re a free person in Graycastle now, understand?" He held his forehead and said, "You’re still wounded and I’m not one of those upper nobles who have a morbid addiction."
"So, you just want to talk with ?"
After hearing that, Yorko’s facial expression changed a little. He cleared his throat and said, "Er... Actually, I have a question to ask you. After you arrive at King’s City, what do you plan to do?"
"Er... Go to a tavern and beco a maid? Maybe work at the gambling house, that would also be OK." No.76 tilted her head as she said, "That is if the witch can finally cure my body."
If she could stay in Neverwinter, she would be able to do anything. She had gained the trust of the witches of the Kingdom of Dawn, so she would finally get a chance to beco familiar with other mbers of the Witch Union.
"You should do sothing else," Yorko dissuaded her, "since you are free, you should try sothing new."
"How? The ’Black Money’ only taught how to serve n. Although I wanted to beco a guard, my repaired limb won’t be as flexible as before."
"The people from Neverwinter will teach you. I heard from His Majesty that his kingdom provides everyone with formal work." Yorko said, before pausing... "If you et with any difficulties in the future, you can co to at any ti, as long as I haven’t left."
"Did he hesitate for so long ti, only to say these words to " No.76 couldn’t help feeling a little emotional. When she was in the Kingdom of Dawn, she clearly saw how troubled a person he is. Perhaps making a promise like this was difficult for him.
"Um... I’ll try." She lowered her head before saying, "Thank you!"
...
After four days had passed, the sailors brought good news. They had finally reached the new city in the western region of Graycastle— Neverwinter.
The witches all gathered in No.76’s room, they were anxious and waiting for their next order. Among them all, Annie was the most anxious. She opened the window and glanced at the dock every now and then. If she found sothing worriso, she would get everyone to jump into the cold river without thinking.
But, No.76 felt it was too noisy, the loud bugle was incessant and the river continually lashed the side of the ship and there were like a thousand other boats floating around them.
"It’s the Months of Demons now. Even though it is sumr, how is the dock so busy?"
However, she couldn’t move, so she couldn’t see the scene outside her window.
"Where are the sails on these boats, Sister Annie?" Amy was asked in astonishnt.
"Maybe the sailors are rowing under the deck." Annie suddenly stopped and leaned against the window, "Be quiet! Soone is coming!"
Broken Sword felt anxious and asked, "How many people are out there?"
"Only four people, I don’t think they noticed us." Annie knitted her brow, "And... they’re all won."
"They’re all witches?" Amy stood up suddenly, "I knew that Mr. Ambassador hadn’t lied to us!"
"The mbers of the Bloodfang Association are all witches, but they aren’t the sa as us," she said in a low voice, "essentially, just follow my non-verbal orders like before."
"OK!" Everyone nodded.
Soon soone knocked on the door and the four girls entered the room. The leader was a red-haired lady. "Welco to Neverwinter, sisters!" she said with a smile.
Annie was astonished, she hadn’t thought they would be so friendly. Even No.76 looked surprised. Although in Taquila the witches were abundant, they were not friendly enough to welco a newly awakened witch... "Do they even differentiate the witches abilities?"
The fact a combat witch could be compared to a non-combat witch was an unrespectable thing.
At that mont, No.76 suddenly found a blonde-haired girl looking directly at her. Her beautiful smile confird her identity and her sharp eyes seed to see through them all.
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