Chapter 353: Exploring the Secret

As the night faded, a faint light shone through the cracks in the curtains.

Its daybreak.

Agatha almost stayed up all night, her head was full of those few words from Nightingale.

"The people all over the continent are the most powerful group."

"Four hundred years can change a lot of things. Why do you still hold on to your previous ideas and refuse to give up?"

"It's still a long time, you can check it with your eyes."

She rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the hanger, and stroked the robe that symbolized the Taquila Quest Society. I remember that when I got this robe through the unanimous approval of the three seats, I was so happy that I felt as if I was going to fly. Exploring the mysteries of magic is what she has pursued all her life, and the most believed word of the Quest Society is "existence is truth". If those mortals can really prove their power...

Agatha put on her robe, opened the door and walked to the hall.

In any case, I may be the last member of the Quest Society and the only survivor of Taquila. It is not something that can be done in a day or two if you want to rebuild the new holy city. Before that, you might as well go and see for yourself what a mortal prince can do to make the witches obey him.

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

His appearance is not much different from that of four hundred years ago, but he feels different from those common mercenaries, merchants, and farmers in the lower city, and he is also different from the family chief guard, Kraft—most of them can be seen with just one glance. Judging the depth, and even guessing the thoughts in the bottom of my heart, it is as simple as an empty symbol. However, this identification method cannot be used on the prince, especially the other party's eyes, which are obviously just ordinary gray pupils, but make people feel full of indescribable radiance and confidence, especially the latter, which is different from the confidence brought by blind optimism , but from a calmness and peace that doesn't match his age, as if he has lived... for thousands of years, and knows everything in the world like the back of his hand.

Why do I feel this way?

His name was Roland Wimbledon, and Agatha silently remembered this name in her heart.

"How did you rest last night?" The other party smiled, "The barley porridge and fried eggs after four hundred years should still suit your appetite, right?"

"Barely, it would be better if you didn't send a witch to enter my room without authorization."

He was slightly taken aback, then shook his head helplessly, "Well, she will knock on the door in the future. By the way, if you want to go out and visit the town and people's customs of this era, you can ask Nightingale to guide you. If so If you want to check the history books, you can ask Ms. Scroll, she has recorded all the books she has read in her head."

"People's customs?" Agatha frowned. "The threat of the devil is imminent. I just want to see how you dare to boast that mortals can defeat the devil. If you can't stop their attack, history and customs will have nothing to do." Meaningless!"

The prince curled his lips: "Compared to heavy industry, light industry and people's livelihood are also very important...why are you all interested in shooting guns?"

"What is heavy and what is light?"

"No, it's nothing..." The other party let out a breath, "You will see, this afternoon happens to be the performance test of the new weapon. But before that, I still have some questions to ask you—about the four hundred and fifty The holy city of Taquila years ago."

A new weapon operated by mortals? Agatha couldn't help thinking of crossbows and catapults. If they were just improved products of these things, it would not be enough to deal with devils. But she didn't express the doubt in her heart, "Ask."

"You mentioned earlier that the holy city of Taquila is a city ruled by witches. Ordinary people without magical powers can only be counted as the lower classes. So how many meals do they eat a day? What is the staple food? Do they eat a lot of meat?"

Agatha couldn't help being taken aback, she didn't expect the other party to ask herself such a question, "Common people also have high and low status, ordinary people who can work for high-level witches, do some chores, city defense, are comparable to the weakest auxiliary witches .Followed by farmers and merchants, and finally slaves and coolies. As for your question, I can't answer--any witch who lives in the upper city will not pay attention to what ordinary people eat. As for my tower Guards and servants, they are all provided with three meals a day, except for the month of demons, they can eat meat once a week."

"How much are they paid?"

"What is that, money?" She raised her eyebrows, "They become my followers, serve as my masters and serve them all their lives, and I give them shelter and food, and impart knowledge to them. Other than that, I don't need other rewards .”

"So that's it," the other party scribbled something on the paper with great interest, "Such as farming, raising livestock, and making iron tools, will witches also participate?"

"Of course, these are all jobs to assist witches," Agatha replied, "Even they are much better than ordinary people—if they are left to mortals alone, they will not be able to meet the needs of the Federation." .”

Questions and answers like this lasted for nearly half an hour. He seemed to be particularly interested in the basic necessities of life in the major cities of witches, and the questions were very detailed, which made Agatha find it difficult to understand. Compared with these insignificant contents, does he not care about the devil who has occupied most of the Dawn Realm and is about to invade again?

The prince rested for a while, and handed the contents recorded in his hands to Scroll, "You said you are a member of the Quest Society, and this organization specializes in the study of magic stones and magic power?"

Finally asked a decent question, Agatha nodded, "That's right, the so-called magic stones are all transformed from God's Stone of Retaliation. different forces."

This sentence stunned everyone, and the witch who called herself Tilly blurted out, "What should I do?"

She finally regained the feeling of being valued in the past, and she couldn't help but feel a little proud, "This is the secret that the Quest Society has been pursuing for more than four hundred years. In order to find out the connection between magic power and magic stone, it has been a painstaking effort." There are countless. I can tell you, but you must also exchange for knowledge that can increase the chance of witches awakening."

Tilly and Roland looked at each other, "Of course there is no problem with this, but I have one question that I don't understand." She raised her left hand, and the blue spar ring on her finger reflected a striking luster, "This magic stone is Discovered from ancient ruins, it allows me to have the ability to fly freely——There is no doubt that this kind of magic stone is very useful. When fighting the devil, whether it is attacking or retreating, it can make the troops take the initiative. On weekdays It can also save a lot of traveling time." She paused, "But why do you still rely on walking when you retreat? Even a high-level awakened person like you doesn't have such a convenient magic stone, it's not very strange something?"

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