Seventh Hundred and Fifth Chapter The Outstretched Hand

"You can come out now," Agatha said, looking at the empty corner of the room.

Following her words, a faint shadow appeared on the wall, and then Nightingale materialized out of thin air, blocking the dim candlelight in front of her.

"When did you discover me?" Her tone held a hint of surprise.

"When I received the ring from Seventy-Six," Agatha shrugged, raising the wine jug, "Want a drink?"

"If you're paying," Nightingale sat down opposite the Icewitch, "Can that magic stone observe magic power?"

"Not magic power, but an orange beam of light, or... 'key'," the latter took out an empty cup, filled it casually, and pushed it in front of the other, "Your light beam almost lit up half the room, making it hard not to notice."

"Did she notice it too?"

"Most likely," Agatha nodded, "She doesn't mind revealing her identity in front of her kind."

"I'm not her kind yet, just like I'm not the kind of a purifier," Nightingale said in a low voice, "What, do you believe what she said?"

"I believe it."

"But you didn't accept her ring."

"Because I want to truly help her, let her walk on the right path." Agatha poured herself a glass of ale, then drank it all in one gulp—the quality of the wine was quite low, far inferior to the fruit-flavored white wine made by Evelyn, let alone the strangely flavored Chaos Drink. Nevertheless, the sour bitterness couldn't suppress the joy in her heart.

Agatha felt extraordinarily happy.

The moment Seventy-Six revealed her identity, a faint sense of loneliness disappeared from her heart. So she wasn't the last survivor of Taqila, there were also Covenant witches like her, who had crossed the river of time for more than four hundred years and continued into this era.

Although most of the witches in the Witch Union were very friendly, and Wendy cared for her very much, Agatha always had a lingering sense of bewilderment—she knew that this was a gap accumulated over hundreds of years, which could not be filled by short-term interactions. Facing the witches of the new era, this loneliness was impossible to talk about, and immersing herself in work all day was also a kind of numbness.

The only exception was Roland Wimbledon. Only when she was alone with this strange mortal, she would feel a touch of empathy. At first, she found it difficult to understand, but later she realized that Roland also had an unspeakable estrangement, as if he was out of tune with this world—but he concealed it better, and almost no one could notice it.

And now, she was finally no longer alone.

Because of this, Agatha hoped that the other party could formally represent the witches of Taqila and make a request to visit Roland Wimbledon.

She wanted to see the scene of the two joining hands to fight in the Battle of Divine Will.

She had already fallen in love with life in Neverwinter, and naturally hoped that those compatriots could also like it here.

In addition to this, Agatha also hid a small thought in her heart.

She wanted those witches to see that her previous point of view was wise and correct—cooperation between mortals and witches was the best way to fight against demons.

"Is this why you deliberately snubbed her?" Nightingale's eyes were complicated, as if she was seeing her true thoughts for the first time.

"Seventy-Six will understand, after she stays here for a while," Agatha raised the corner of her mouth, "Isn't that how I got here?"

These survivors were different from the church... They did not agree with the God's Punishment Army plan, and were unwilling to use witches as materials. They even broke with Akalys for this reason, which was also one of the reasons why she decided to help them.

After that, Nightingale was silent for a long time, until the swaying candlelight ran out, she gradually hid her figure and returned to darkness, "I hope she will make the right choice."

"She will," Agatha smiled, "I believe it."

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Seventy-Six returned along the original road to the Diplomatic Building, and happened to meet Annie and her party who had finished visiting the beverage factory.

"I feel much better after waking up," she took the initiative to explain before anyone could speak, "I just felt a little stuffy in the room, so I took a walk in the yard."

"You should wear more clothes and be careful not to catch a cold," Broken Sword said with concern.

Amy raised her hand and said excitedly, "It's a pity you didn't go with us this afternoon! The Chaos Drink made by Evelyn xiaojie is simply the most incredible thing in the world!"

"Chaos... Drink?"

"Yes, she could only change the taste of the wine before, but after her ability evolved, she can create delicious drinks with absolutely no repeating taste. I swear that even the nobles of Wolfheart City could not have tasted such amazing things." Amy looked extremely excited, "Whether it is black tea, honey milk or fine wine, it is not worth mentioning in front of it."

Another high-level witch... Seventy-Six was already numb. Although she didn't know what Wendy and Nana were specifically referring to when they mentioned learning, there was no doubt that the Union had already surpassed the Covenant in terms of cultivating witches. However, according to Agatha, the root of all this seemed to be Roland Wimbledon, a mortal, which was what made it difficult for her to understand.

Could it be that mortals know more about magic than witches?

"I can testify," Hero echoed, "For a moment, I even felt that all the hardships I had encountered before were worth it."

"If I could occasionally have a sip in the future, I wouldn't want to leave Neverwinter even if you beat me to death," Amy stuck out her tongue.

"Then let's just join the Witch Union," Broken Sword suddenly said, "As long as we stay here, we'll always have a chance to drink it again, right?"

"I agree!" Amy immediately raised her hand.

"I... too," Hero nodded seriously.

The three looked at Annie together, and the latter spread her hands helplessly, "I'll listen to you."

Wait... you agreed to stay here just for a strange drink? Seventy-Six couldn't help but be stunned, and Annie, what about what you said about observing carefully and treating it cautiously? At least finish tomorrow's tour before making a choice. If Wendy heard the reason that prompted them to make up their minds, she would probably laugh or cry.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of envy in her heart.

Simple requirements, easy decisions, as long as they see a glimmer of hope, they can move forward without hesitation.

Then what about herself?

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After everyone fell asleep, Seventy-Six quietly left the room again and climbed to the roof.

Facing the whistling wind and snow, she raised the ring and aimed it at the castle, squinting her eyes—the light beam as wide as a city wall appeared in front of her eyes again. Even without magic activation, even far beyond the theoretical detection range, it still descended into her vision like a miracle.

She needed to find the Chosen One for the witches of Taqila, this was the greatest purpose of this trip.

But on second thought, the meaning of the Chosen One to the survivors seemed to be no different from the meaning of the Chaos Drink to Amy and others.

She made a decision in her heart.

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When Wendy arrived at the Diplomatic Building as promised the next day, Seventy-Six handed a letter written overnight to the other party.

"I am Phyllis, a Taqila witch from the Misty Maze. I have brought news about the Divine Will and the Savior. I hope to meet the lord of Neverwinter to discuss the war against the Divine Will," she said solemnly, standing in front of everyone, without avoiding the Wolfheart witches.

Amy and others widened their eyes, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

"Seventy-Six... what... what are you talking about?"

"So you're also a witch? That's great!"

"Phyllis... is that your real name?"

The three had different reactions, only Annie remained silent.

Wendy seemed to have expected this. Without even saying that she would report to the castle first, she took the letter and smiled encouragingly at her, "Come with me, His Majesty is already waiting for you in the room."