Chapter 703: From the Past
That's right, even though more than four hundred years had passed, and the name had become blurred, the scene at that time was still vivid in her mind.
The blue-haired witch knelt on one knee before the three seats of the Union, solemnly accepting the robe and scepter symbolizing a high-level promoter, and receiving the personal blessing of the head of the Exploration Society.
Seventy-Six remembered deeply the figure when she turned around and raised the scepter towards the stage—as the youngest high-level witch born in the Taquila era, her expression full of pride and confidence was like a brand, imprinted in the hearts of all onlookers.
At that time, Seventy-Six was just a member of the Garrison, an original combat witch. Looking up at the spirited young junior, she felt only infinite envy and a touch of inferiority.
So that's it, this witch is Agatha.
Fragments of dusty memories instantly reappeared in her mind.
She even remembered that later, the other party was excluded from the core research circle due to some unconventional actions that violated the Exploration Society's principle of never recruiting mortals.
And Agatha did not repent in the slightest, and directly built her own research tower outside the city of Taquila.
It was precisely because of her status and identity that no one stopped this behavior. If an original witch dared to openly confront the Exploration Society, she would probably be sent to the front line with a written order, until she became a member of the list of casualties in the bloody defense war.
At that time, Seventy-Six was quite dissatisfied, thinking that she should not have taken such action in the face of a great enemy. For the Exploration Society, it was equivalent to losing a promising promoter, and for her, it meant losing most of the resources and foundation for exploring the mysteries of magic stones. The combination of the two was an even greater loss to the holy city of Taquila.
But now, all the dissatisfaction has long disappeared with the destruction of the Union and the passage of more than four hundred years. Now, her heart is filled with joy... and incredible surprise.
The joy is that she could meet a witch from Taquila again in this place.
The surprise is, how did this witch from Taquila survive until now?
Without a doubt, Agatha still maintained the body of a witch, and even her appearance and age seemed to be frozen in that era, without even a trace of aging!
And the bodies of other survivors had long turned into white bones, with only their souls preserved through special methods.
Seventy-Six tried her best to restrain the impulse to stop her immediately, and watched her leave without moving until the courtyard gate closed again, and then took a deep breath.
She already knew what to do next.
...
"What's wrong? Did you find any problems?" As the sky darkened and the howling cold wind became fierce again, Nightingale noticed a slight change in Sylvie's expression.
"Seventy-Six left the Foreign Affairs Building, jumping out of the window on the second-floor corridor," the latter replied.
"Oh?" Nightingale raised an eyebrow, "Aren't those windows all sealed with iron bars?"
"They were probably rusted, the entire window frame fell off with a shake," Sylvie stood in front of the French window, looking down at the city slowly disappearing into the dimness, "She climbed over the wall, and the guards at the door didn't notice any movement."
"But we still found out," Nightingale couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "She really has a problem!"
Since Roland's safety was more important, she called Sylvie to monitor the group's tour directly from the castle office.
Nothing unusual was observed in the morning, everything was normal. After the Wolfheart witches had lunch, Seventy-Six suddenly showed an uncomfortable appearance, and the shape of her mouth suggested that she was tired from being sleepless all night. Finally, under the persuasion of everyone, she lay down on the bedroom bed with her clothes on, and directly missed the afternoon tour.
Nightingale originally thought that this day would pass peacefully, but unexpectedly, she had an unexpected new move near dusk.
"You really guessed right," Roland closed the book with interest, "But it's quite a talent that an ordinary person can avoid your Lie Detection."
Nightingale coughed twice, "After I catch her, I will figure out how she did it sooner or later."
"Seventy-Six is moving south along the small street outside the castle district, wait... she stopped by the street," Sylvie continued to report, "It looks like she is... waiting for someone?"
"No magic power, and no weapons on her body, either she came for information, or she colluded with others early on, trying to plot something big," Nightingale analyzed with high fighting spirit, "If it's the former, she should have lurked longer. If she is so impatient, she may make a move tonight."
"Make a move? Against whom?" Sylvie asked.
"Uh... well, we'll know later."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Sylvie's voice suddenly froze, "Huh, she's moving again... the target seems to be... Oh no, isn't that Agatha?"
"Now is the time for factory shifts, it's normal for her to appear here..." Nightingale frowned, "But Agatha is a combat witch, and the other party doesn't have God's Punishment Stone, are you sure Seventy-Six is heading for her?"
"Agatha made a move! No... how is this possible!" Sylvie exclaimed in disbelief, "There is a God's Stone reaction on the other party!"
This news changed the expressions of Nightingale and Roland!
"Nightingale!"
"I'm going over there now," before Roland could finish speaking, Nightingale had already disappeared into the mist, "Sylvie, protect His Majesty for me!"
...
Agatha's hands stopped in mid-air, and her heart sank.
This road is a small street leading to the castle district, and few townspeople usually pass by here, especially at dusk. When she noticed someone approaching her from behind, she turned around without hesitation and summoned ice, directly freezing the other's feet.
However, the ice that appeared out of thin air only lasted for a moment before disappearing, as if it had never existed.
This is... God's Punishment Stone?
No, if it was God's Stone, ice shouldn't be able to get close to her.
Just now, magic clearly condensed into an ice pillar, and then dissipated into nothing.
How is this possible?
But Agatha understood that now was not the time to delve into it.
Following behind on this secluded street, and possessing the ability to dissolve magic power, it was clear that she was prepared. Just as she was preparing to take the opponent's attack head-on, the visitor's actions made her freeze on the spot.
The follower raised her elbows, clasped her fingers together and pressed them against her chest, and bowed deeply to her.
She hadn't seen this kind of etiquette in a long time.
That was still in the Taquila era, the standard etiquette performed when members of the Union met superiors.
"You are..." Agatha couldn't help but ask.
"Greetings to you, the youngest High-Level Awakened, Agatha," the other party said slowly, "Can we find a place to have a good talk?"