Chapter 56 Between the Mountains

Nightingale walked slowly along the mountain path.

The road under her feet was no more than shoulder width, and there was a huge stone wall on her side, and a steep mountain rock on the opposite side. The distance between the two was about a foot wide, and the gully in the middle was bottomless. She leaned on the stone wall carefully to avoid slipping and sliding down.

Looking up, there is only a faintly glowing thin line left in the sky, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky. But she knew that it was just after noon—even in the daytime, she needed to raise the torch, and the light coming in along the rock wall was not enough to illuminate the road ahead. After walking for a long time, she would even have the illusion that she was walking inside the mountain.

The only advantage here is that despite the howling wind and heavy snow in the mountains, the gap between the walls of the gorge remains unaffected. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fell from the top of the head, and they quickly turned into water vapor when they fell on the mountain wall or trail. The temperature here is not commensurate with the outside world, and occasionally she can still see heat rising from the abyss under her feet.

If not, she would not have dared to go to the Impassable Mountain Range alone in the Demon Moon. The mist can make her hide her figure, but it can't block the temperature. If you walk on foot against the cold wind, you will freeze to death in the snow in less than an hour.

But Nightingale didn't want to stay here for a moment longer - because she always felt that something was watching her in the dark, which made her feel creepy.

If possible, Nightingale hopes to walk the entire distance in the mist, but unfortunately her physical strength does not support her to do so. Using her powers for extended periods of time wears her out quickly.

Nightingale raised the torch, and the rocks on the opposite side flickered. In the faint light of the fire, she could occasionally see black shadows of different sizes on the opposite stone wall. Nightingale knew that those were caves, because they were very deep, so the light couldn't shine in, and they looked like black shadows. And the stone wall I was close to was at the same position, and there was also a corresponding deep hole.

This reminded her of the rumors about the North Slope Mine. It was said that it used to be the lair of underground monsters, and there were many forks in it, which were dug out by monsters. And the North Slope Mountain is just a corner of the Impassable Mountain Range. Could it be that these caves also have passages connected to the mines?

The thought made her shudder.

To the west of the Impassable Mountain Range is an untouched wild land. If it is said that countless holes can be dug inside the towering mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles, I am afraid that only monsters living in the wild land can do it.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, and concentrated on moving forward.

Finally, the road ahead changed. The shoulder-width road split into two. One went up slightly, while the other turned straight down and extended to a deeper place. The end soon fell into the darkness. No one knew the road Where does it end up. Standing on the bifurcation point, the feeling of being stared at has become very strong, as if countless pairs of eyes are looking at her motionlessly in the dark, making her mouth dry and scalp numb.

Nightingale gritted her teeth, opened the fog, and walked up quickly. Soon, that strange feeling disappeared.

As the altitude rises, the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, and the silver line above the head becomes wider and wider. Half a quarter of an hour later, a huge cave appeared in front of her right, the lower edge of the cave was slightly higher than the road. She raised her legs and stepped into the cave, and the fire could be faintly seen in the depths of the cave.

This is where the Aid Society hides.

Nightingale stepped out of the mist, and was immediately spotted by the witch in charge of security. A black gas wall blocked her, but quickly disappeared into nothingness. In the darkness, her companions cried out in surprise, "You're back!"

She finally came back, she thought, but when she noticed the two white cloths wrapped around her companion's arms, Nightingale's mood sank after jumping up, "There are two more sisters..."

The other party's voice froze for a moment, "Uh... ah, it's Ai Ning and Ai Xi, they failed to survive as adults five days ago." She smiled reluctantly, "This is a common occurrence, isn't it? Don't say it That's it, hurry to the camp, Wendy has been thinking about you for a long time."

Ai Ning and Ai Xi, a pair of twins brought out from a wealthy family in Chuolongling, ended their lives in this deep mountain. Nightingale sometimes doubts whether she is doing the right thing. If she doesn't take the two of them away, at least they can enjoy a life of adequate food and clothing before death, instead of following everyone to live a life of wandering and no fixed place.

But thinking of Wendy, Nightingale felt a warm current in her heart. If she hadn't extended a helping hand to her, she might still be like a puppet, being used as a tool that could be discarded at any time. By the way, I should tell her the news as soon as possible, and tell all the sisters that they no longer need to hide like mice, someone is willing to accept them, and... it is possible to spend the annual Awakening Day safely and soundly!

Walking into the camp, Nightingale saw a familiar figure squatting by the campfire processing food. Before the person arrived, she couldn't help shouting, "Wendy, I'm back."

The other party paused, raised his head, and then showed Nightingale's familiar smile, "Veronica, welcome home."

Wendy is an extremely kind woman and one of the earliest members of the Mutual Aid Society. Now in her thirties, there is not a single wrinkle on her face, her straight auburn hair is almost waist-length, her facial features are mature and attractive, and she looks like a big sister to everyone. She cares about every sister in the Mutual Aid Association, whether it is daily life or psychological enlightenment, she will provide help within her ability. If it weren't for Wendy, it would be impossible for the Mutual Assistance to gather so many witches so quickly.

It was precisely because of meeting her that Nightingale resolutely broke away from her family and embarked on a journey to find the holy mountain with her. She is also one of the few people who knows her original name.

"How many times have I told you that I am no longer the cowardly little girl I used to be," Nightingale smiled and shook her head, "I am now a powerful witch, and Veronica no longer exists."

"You used to be you, and getting rid of the nightmares of the past doesn't mean you have to let go of the past," Wendy said softly, "Of course, as long as you like it. Nightingale, I've been waiting for you to come back. I've worked hard all the way."

"Well," Nightingale stepped forward and hugged her, "Thank you."

After a while, Wendy asked, "What happened to that girl, you... failed to save her?"

Speaking of this, Nightingale immediately regained her spirits. She grabbed the other person's arm and said excitedly: "No, she doesn't need me to save her. On the contrary, she saved all of us!" Then she narrated the experience of Border Town in detail. "The lord there is Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Graycastle, and he is willing to take us in. And he also promised that one day in the future, witches will be able to give to freemen in his territory." Live the same!"

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