Chapter 700 The First Advanced Witch

It was pointless to worry now. Even if it attracted attention, she had to stick with the group of four—this was the best opportunity to observe the city and the Witch Union up close. Otherwise, once they entered the castle district, contacting them would undoubtedly be many times more difficult than it was now.

Thinking of this, Seventy-Six gave Wendy a slightly timid smile, "I'm...troubling you."

"I knew Lady Wendy wouldn't mind," Amy grinned.

Annie seemed to sense something, she glanced at the two, and said nothing more.

"Let's get going," Wendy clapped her hands and smiled after Hero seemed a bit more comfortable with the wheelchair, "The first stop for today's tour is the core area of Neverwinter, the North Slope Mine!"

"Mine...?" The five were stunned.

What's so interesting about mining? The thought popped into Seventy-Six's mind, and she would bet that the others were thinking the same thing. Whether in Taquila or the Kingdom of Dawn, mining was done by slaves or prisoners. The environment in the mines was extremely harsh, and with heavy labor like digging and transporting, injuries and deaths were commonplace. Only those whose lives were worthless would be thrown into the mines to fend for themselves.

Could their intention be to teach them a lesson, to show these newcomers what would happen if they disobeyed?

"Rather than a mine, it's more like the source of Neverwinter's strength," Wendy's tone had no hint of intimidation, "Whoever can produce more steel is more representative of justice, which is something His Majesty often says. It's awkward, isn't it?" On the contrary, when she spoke of the King, there was always a hint of a smile in her eyes that couldn't be erased, "Anyway, you'll understand when you see it."

Representative of...justice?

Seventy-Six pondered the phrase over and over again in her mind. What was the connection between the two?

Walking out of the Diplomatic Building, the snow on the streets had been cleared. She didn't know what method the locals used, but the small mountain-like snowdrifts were reduced to puddles of water. New snowflakes were still falling gently, but they were much smaller than a few days ago. Busy free citizens were everywhere, they seemed to always have endless tasks, hurrying and scurrying through the streets and alleys in the light snow. Even though it was the harsh Evil Moon Winter, the entire city was full of a vibrant energy.

The Five-Colored Magic Stone heated up again. She looked around and quickly found the target—there were two figures overhead... No, it was one person and one bird moving around, probably to monitor them.

Seventy-Six's assessment of the Witch Union rose again. Their methods and rigor were almost on par with the small city-state associations of the Taquila era, and didn't resemble the wild witch organizations after the decline of the Union at all.

In addition, she confirmed that her judgment was correct—with the green-haired witch's X-ray vision, plus the flying witch's tracking, she wouldn't be able to escape this place after revealing her identity.

"While we have some time on the road, let me briefly introduce you to some knowledge about witches and their abilities," the red-haired witch led the group north, saying as she walked, "From the moment of awakening, witches face the problem of magic backlash. The church once called it the 'Devil's Consumption,' but in fact it's just a natural reaction to the continuous growth of magic. You should already know this."

"Yes," Annie nodded calmly, "It's hard to survive to adulthood without knowing it."

"I heard it from Broken Sword," Amy raised her hand.

"When wandering in the wild, you always have to use your abilities. I was just guessing randomly at the time," Broken Sword said a little embarrassed.

"It was the same with the Association of Mutual Aid back then, fortunately we made it through," Wendy sighed, "Once you reach adulthood, the witch's original abilities will be further strengthened, and there will be an opportunity to give birth to branch abilities. The specific manifestation is that the magic vortex in the body becomes clearer and stronger."

"What's that?" Amy asked curiously.

"Something that every witch has, like a swirling flow of air," she lovingly touched the little girl's head, "Only a few witches can directly see them, that's the specific form of magic—its detailed shape determines the type of ability."

"Is, is that so?" the latter asked in surprise.

"These are all items that need to be recorded on the day of the ability test," Wendy said with a smile, "Then you'll know what your magic vortex looks like."

Seventy-Six couldn't help but frown slightly. Could it be that the common knowledge concerning the continuation of witches had become a secret? What exactly was Starfall City doing? The more witches that survived, the more raw materials they had for manufacturing God's Punishment Warriors. Why would they even block this information?

Could it be that in these four hundred years, the witches of Starfall City had deviated from Lady Akaliss's will?

"But the day of adulthood is not the end of a witch's abilities. Above adulthood solidification, there is also the possibility of ability evolution," Wendy continued, "There is no limit to the number of evolutions, and it's not limited by the original ability. As long as you constantly strengthen your understanding of yourself and your magic, the ability will continue to evolve."

"Really?" Amy said excitedly, "Can someone like me evolve too?"

"Of course, as long as you study hard," she said, taking out a thin silver plate inlaid with a red crystal and looking up, "Come to my side, I want to introduce you to the new sisters."

That's... a Listening Sigil!

Seventy-Six's pupils suddenly shrank. Why did wild witches possess the legacy of Taquila Holy City?

No... they did have this opportunity, such as finding one or two remaining Listening Sigils from the ruins scattered throughout the Witch Empire. However, this kind of standardized equipment was generally only issued to Holy Protection Warriors. In her memory, the Exploration Society had never made such a crude Listening Sigil.

Honestly, it even looked like an unfinished product... like an experiment made by a witch on a whim.

As soon as the red-haired witch finished speaking, the figure in the sky swooped down and quickly landed on her head.

It was a cute little blonde girl and her pet, a plump white pigeon.

The crowd was startled, seemingly still recovering from the crystal that could emit sound by itself.

"Nice to meet you all," the little girl gave a bright smile, "My name is Lightning, the greatest explorer of Neverwinter!"

"I'm Maggie, coo! Coo-coo-coo!" The pigeon flapped its wings and followed.

"Oh my god, the bird is talking!" Amy exclaimed.

"They're witches," Annie said calmly, "Their abilities should be related to shapeshifting."

"You guessed it right," Wendy held out her arm and let the pigeon perch on it, "And she is a sister whose ability has evolved."

So it wasn't a pet... Seventy-Six was suddenly stunned. Wait, what did she just say? This pigeon named Maggie was actually an advanced witch?

Watching the other party rub against Wendy's cheek without any majesty, and then curl its wings and raise its neck high after hearing the introduction, as if to show off its strength, this... this could be considered an advanced powerhouse?

You know, in Taquila, they could have entered the Upper Union Council and become one of the rulers of the Holy City!

Every promoted witch should be treated with respect, this was the Iron Law of the Union.

Seventy-Six felt something inside her crack and shatter.

Ermu said

My head hurts a lot, I can only update once today. Don't wait for the 11 o'clock update, sorry... boo t.t