Release that Witch

The night faded and the curtains illuminate the gap.

Its daybreak.

Ai Gesha was almost sleepless all night, and all the words in her head were nightingale.

The people throughout the mainland are the most powerful groups.

Four hundred years can change a lot of things, why do you still hold the previous concept and refuse to give it away?

The time is still very long, you can confirm with your eyes.

She rolled over to get out of bed and walked over to the hanger, stroking the robes that symbolize the Takilla Quest. I remember that when I got this robes through three unanimous approvals, my mood was just as happy as flying. Exploring the mystery of magic is what she pursues throughout her life, and the one that the Quest will believe most is the existence of truth, if the mortal can really prove his power...

Ai Gesha put on her robes and pushed the door to the hall.

In any case, he may be the last member of the Quest and the only survivor of Takira. It is not a matter of one or two days to rebuild the new holy city. Before that, you may wish to see for yourself what the mortal prince can do, and let the witches listen to him.

After breakfast, Ai Gesha, accompanied by Wendy, came to the gray-haired prince's office.

His dress is not much different from that of 400 years ago, but he feels different from the common mercenaries, merchants and farmers in the city. Unlike the family guard Kraft, most of them can be judged at a glance. The depths and even the thoughts of the bottom of my heart can be guessed as simple and incomparable. It is as simple as a hollow symbol. However, this method of identification cannot be used on the prince, especially the eyes of the other party. It is just an ordinary gray pupil, but it is full of indescribable looks and confidence, especially the latter, which is different from the confidence brought by blind optimism. It is derived from a calm and peaceful peace that does not match the age, as if he has lived... for thousands of years, he knows everything about the world.

Why do you feel this way?

His name is Roland Wimbledon, and Ai Gesha silently remembered the name in his heart.

“How was the rest last night?” the other smiled. “After four hundred years, the porridge and fried eggs should meet your appetite?”

"It's better, if you didn't send a witch to enter my room, it would be better."

He gave a slight glimpse, then shook his head helplessly. "Well, she will knock on the door later. Right, if you want to go outside and visit the towns and people's customs of this era, you can find a night road. If If you want to see a history book, you can ask the lady of the book, but she keeps all the books she has read in her head."

"People's customs?" Ai Gesha frowned. "The threat of the devil is close at hand. I just want to see how you dare to boast that mortals can also defeat the devil. If they can't stop their offense, history and customs are all Meaningless!"

The prince grinned: "It is also important to light industry and people's livelihood compared to heavy industry... I am interested in shooting."

"What is it so heavy?"

"No, nothing..." The other party spit out the gas. "You will see that this afternoon is about to test the performance of the new weapon. But before that, I still have some questions to ask you about forty-five years ago. The holy city of Tacula."

A new weapon operated by a mortal? Ai Gesha can't help but think of the bow and the trebuchet. If it is only an improvement of these things, it is not enough to deal with the devil. But she did not show her doubts in her heart, "Ask."

"You mentioned before that the holy city of Taqila is a city ruled by witches. Ordinary people without magic can only count as the lower class. Then they eat a few meals a day? What is the staple food and how much meat is eaten?"

Ai Gesha couldn't help but look at it. She didn't expect the other person to ask herself the question. "People have a high status and can play for high-level witches. They are ordinary people who work as chores and urban defenses. They are equivalent to the weakest auxiliary witches. Next is the farmer and the merchant, and finally the slave and the coolie. As for the questions you asked, I can't answer any witch who lives in the Upper Town. She won't pay attention to what the ordinary people eat. As for the guards in my tower. The servants, they are all served three meals a day, except for the demon moon, can eat meat once a week."

“What is their salary?”

"What is that, money?" She raised her eyebrows. "They became my host, I became my master and worked for the rest of my life, and I gave them shelter and food, taught them knowledge, and no other rewards. ""

"It turns out that," the other party wrote with interest on paper. "Like farming, breeding animals, building irons, will witches participate?"

"Of course, these are the activities that assist the witches," Ai Gesha replied. "Even if they are better than ordinary people, they should be handed over to the mortal alone. There is no way to meet the needs of the federation."

The question and answer like this has been going on for nearly half an hour. He seems to be particularly interested in the clothing, food and shelter of the major cities of the witches. The questions are also very detailed, which makes Aegusa feel incomprehensible. Compared with these irrelevant contents, he does not care about the devil who has occupied more than half of the light and is about to launch another invasion.

The prince took a short break and handed the contents of his hand to the book. "You said that you are a member of the Quest, and this organization is dedicated to the magic stone and magic?"

I finally asked a fairly decent question. Ai Gesha nodded. "Yes, the so-called magic stone is transformed from the stone of the gods. It can suppress the witch's ability and make the witch play out. Different powers."

This sentence made everyone stunned, and the witch who claimed to be Tilly was blurted out. "What do you do?"

She finally found some feelings that she was valued in the past. She couldn’t help but feel a little proud. "This is the secret that the Quest will always pursue for more than four hundred years. In order to understand the connection between the magic and the magic stone, the painstaking efforts are made. There are countless. I can tell you, but you must also exchange knowledge that will increase the chances of witches awakening."

Tilly and Roland look at each other. "Of course, this is fine, but I don't understand a question." She raised her left hand and the blue spar ring worn on her finger reflected the striking luster. "This magic stone is Found from ancient ruins, it gives me the ability to fly freely. There is no doubt that this magic stone has a huge effect. When fighting against the devil, whether it is attacking or retreating, the troops can take the initiative and can also take the initiative on weekdays. Save a lot of time." She paused. "But why do you still rely on walking when you retreat? Even a high-level awakened person like you does not have such a convenient magic stone. This is not very strange. What?".

(To be continued., your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-10-0508:09:20