Chapter 619: First Contact
Using this colorful magic stone ring, Number Seventy-Six could observe the "conversation" between the witches and the gods when they cast magic.
It was like a faint orange light, connecting the witches to the vast sky.
In fact, it wasn't just witches. If the documents were correct, demons and some mixed-breed evil beasts should also have the same orange light.
The gods do not love the world.
Every time she thought of this, she felt extremely heartbroken.
Compared to the endless stream of demons, witches could hardly be considered a powerful group. They couldn't inherit magic, nor could they cultivate it. Their awakening relied entirely on luck, and their magic power was far inferior to their enemies.
Fortunately, the Key was not something destined from birth.
They could change the Key itself through advanced awakening, thereby obtaining more powerful power from the gods.
Since leaving the Kingdom of Dawn, Number Seventy-Six had observed the orange light of Aimi, Annie, and Hero. Hero's was the strongest, Annie's was the weakest, but overall, they were not much different, about the thickness of a finger. This was far from meeting the requirements for activating the Heavenly Condemnation Instrument.
She had reason to believe that the Chosen One must be a high-level witch.
Suddenly, the cabin door was pushed open, and the Graycastle Ambassador, Yoko, walked in. He raised his eyebrows and walked to the bedside, "This herbal medicine smells… worse than a latrine. How can they use something so smelly as medicine?"
"Perhaps the sailors think that the plague will also retreat in the face of such stench," Number Seventy-Six forced a smile, "But my body is indeed much better, at least the cuts have scabbed over."
Of course, it wasn't the medicine that helped, but the extraordinary body of the Divine Punishment Army.
"If it doesn't work, I will definitely push their heads into the latrine to let these guys smell what kind of potion I can make," Yoko pulled up a stool and sat down.
"The sailors are too pitiful," she said softly, "I heard Aimi say that you were the one who kept asking them if they had any special remedies."
"Ahem, deceiving nobles is a serious crime in itself, they brought it upon themselves." The ambassador spread his hands, "If they really can't answer, they can say hot water with honey for oral administration. This way, even if it doesn't heal the wound, at least it can make the patient leave with a satisfied smile – ah, I'm not talking about you."
Number Seventy-Six couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. During the long voyage, the ambassador would come to visit her once a day. The time was short, but they had pleasant conversations. She found that Yoko might be an ordinary person with no particular talents, but when interacting with women, he was more humorous than most nobles. Even in Taqila, he wouldn't be unknown. Since losing most of her senses, verbal communication was one of the few ways she could feel pleasure.
After chatting for a while, the other party became uncharacteristically silent.
Number Seventy-Six thought for a moment, supported herself with one hand, and tentatively asked, "Sir, do you need me to serve you? Although my body is not very flexible, but..."
"I've said it many times, you are no longer my maid. Don't mention serving people to everyone you meet. You are now a free citizen of Graycastle, understand?" He rubbed his forehead, "Besides, you are still injured. I am not one of those upper-class nobles with morbid obsessions."
"Then do you have something you want to say to me?"
Hearing this, Yoko's expression changed slightly. He cleared his throat, "Uh… there is indeed a question I want to ask you. After arriving in the new King's City, what do you plan to do?"
"Hmm… become a maid in a tavern? A casino is also fine." Number Seventy-Six tilted her head, "If the witches can really heal this body."
As long as she could stay in Neverwinter City, it didn't matter what she did. She had already connected with the witches of Kingdom of Dawn, and sooner or later she would meet other members of the Witch Union.
"You should do something else," Yoko dissuaded, "Now that you've come out, don't go back to the old path."
"But 'Black Money' hasn't taught me anything other than serving men. Even if I wanted to be a
guard, the reattached limbs would not be as flexible as before."
"Neverwinter City will teach you. I heard His Majesty say that his city can provide a formal job for everyone." Yoko paused slightly, "If you encounter any difficulties, you can always come to me – as long as I haven't left the Western Region."
He hesitated for so long just to say this? Number Seventy-Six couldn't help but feel a little emotional. She knew clearly how much the ambassador feared trouble in the Kingdom of Dawn. For him, making such a promise was already very difficult.
"Um… I'll try," she lowered her head, "Thank you."
……
Four days later, the sailors brought good news that they had finally arrived at the new city in the Western Region of Graycastle – Neverwinter City.
The witches all gathered in Number Seventy-Six's room, waiting anxiously for further instructions. Among them, Annie was the most anxious. She occasionally opened the window shutter to scan the dock, estimating that as soon as she discovered something was wrong, she would not hesitate to lead everyone to jump into the cold river.
What Number Seventy-Six felt first was the noise. The high-pitched whistle sounded continuously, and the river water slammed against the hull, as if countless ships were passing in front of and behind them.
It was currently the Month of the Demons, how could the dock be as lively as in the middle of summer?
Unfortunately, she was unable to move at the moment and couldn't see the scene outside the window.
"Sister Annie, why can't you see the sails on those ships?" Aimi asked in surprise.
"Maybe there are sailors rowing under the deck," Annie's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she leaned closer to the window, "Quiet, someone is coming."
"Are there many people?" Broken Sword asked nervously.
"Only four people, they don't seem to be here to catch us," Annie frowned, "And… all of them are women."
"Are they all witches?" Aimi stood up suddenly, "I knew the ambassador didn't lie to us!"
"The members of the Bloodfang Association are also witches, but they are not our kind," she said in a deep voice, "Anyway, just like before, act according to my eyes and gestures."
"Yeah," everyone nodded in unison.
Soon, the cabin door was knocked, and the four people Annie mentioned walked into the room one by one. The red-haired woman at the head said with a smile, "Welcome to Neverwinter City, sisters who have come from afar!"
Perhaps they didn't expect the other party to be so enthusiastic, Annie couldn't help but be stunned, and even Number Seventy-Six was quite surprised. Even in Taqila, where witches held great power, welcoming newly awakened ones wouldn't be so casual… didn't they differentiate the witches' abilities first?
To equate a combat witch with a non-combat witch was a very impolite thing.
At this moment, Number Seventy-Six suddenly noticed that a blonde woman among the four was looking straight at her. Her impeccable appearance had already proved her identity, and that sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through everything.