The night faded, and the curtains were blindfolded.

The dawn.

Egsha almost did not sleep for a night, and her head was full of the nightingue's words.

“People on the continent are the most powerful."

"Four hundred years can change a lot of things, why do you still hold the previous concept of not giving away?" 」"

“It’s a long time, you can confirm it with your eyes.”"

She turned over and got out of bed, walking to the hanger, and petted the robe that symbolized the Taqira exploration meeting.I remember that when I received this robe through the unanimous approval of the three seats, my mood was almost as happy as if it was going to fly.Exploring the magic mystery is what she has been pursuing all her life, and the most espoused word is “existence is truth,” if the human beings can really prove their strength...

Agrassa put on her robe and pushed the door open for the hall.

In any case, he may be the last member of the Secret Society and the only survivor of Takira, and it is not something that can be done in a day or two to rebuild the new holy city.Before that, you may wish to see with your own eyes what the mortal prince has, and let the witches obey him.

After breakfast, Agsa, accompanied by Wendy, came to the Grey-haired prince's office.

His dress was not very different from four hundred years ago, but he felt different from the usual mercenaries, merchants, and farmers in the lower part of the city, and the family guard captain, Carv, who was not the same as the chief of the family guard - most of them could judge the depth at a glance, and even the idea of the bottom of the heart could guess eight or nine, which was as simple as an empty symbol.However, this method of identification cannot be applied to the prince, especially the eyes of the other party, which is obviously just an ordinary gray pupil, but it feels full of indescribable beauty and confidence, especially the latter, which is different from the self-confidence brought by blind optimism, but comes from a calm and peaceful peace that does not match the age, as if he has lived for thousands of years, knows everything in the world.

Why do you feel this way yourself?

His name was Roland Wimbledon, and Egtha silently remembered the name in her heart.

“How did you rest last night?”The other party smiled, "Four hundred years later, the porridge and fried eggs should still suit your appetite?"

"Shallow it, if you don't send a witch into my room."

He nodded slightly, then shook his head helplessly, “Well, she’ll knock on the door later.”Yes, if you want to go out and visit the towns and people's customs of this era, you can find the nighting.If you want to read the history books, you can ask the lady of the scroll, but she has all the books she read in her head."

“People’s customs?”Agesha frowned, “The threat of the devil is near, and I just want to see how you dare to boast that mortals can defeat the devil.”If they cannot stop their attacks, history and customs are meaningless.”

The prince left aside: “Light industry and people’s livelihood are also very important compared to heavy industry... Why are they all interested in guns?”

“What heavy, what light?”

“No, nothing...” The other side exhaled, “you will see that the performance test of the new weapon is just about to be carried out this afternoon.”But until then, I have some questions for you — about the holy city of Taqila, 450 years ago.”

New weapons operated by humans?Agra could not help but think of the bow and the stone-throwing machine, and if it was only a improvement of these things, it was not enough to deal with the devil.But she did not express her doubts, "Ask."

"You mentioned earlier that the holy city of Takila is a witch-ruled city, and ordinary people without magic can only be counted as the lower people, so how many meals a day do they eat?"What is the main food, and how much meat is eaten?”

Agra could not help but wonder, the other party would ask herself such a question, "The common people also have a high status, can serve the high-level witch, serve as some chores, the city defense of the ordinary people, and the weakest auxiliary witch."Then there were the farmers and the merchants, and finally the slaves and the laborers.As for what you asked, I can’t answer – no witch who lives in the Upper Town pays attention to what the average person eats.As for the guards and servants of my tower, they were fed three meals a day, and they could eat meat once a week, except for the month of the demons.”

“How much are their salaries?”

“What is that, money?”She raised her eyebrows, “They have become my clung to me, and have served them for the rest of their lives, and We have given them shelter and food, and have given them knowledge, and there is no other reward.”

"So," the other party wrote on the paper with interest, "like planting land, raising livestock, building iron, will witches also participate in it?"

"Of course, these are auxiliary witch jobs," replied Agra, "and even they are much better than ordinary people—they alone cannot satisfy the needs of the Federation."

Questions like this have been going on for nearly half an hour, and he seems to be particularly interested in the food, clothing and housing of the witches' cities, and the very detailed questions, which makes it difficult for Ai Gesha to understand.Instead of these inconsequential things, does he not care about the devil, who has occupied most of the dawn and is about to invade again?

The prince rested for a moment and handed over the contents of the book, "You say that you are a member of the Secret Society, and this organization is dedicated to the magic stone and magic?"

At length a decent question, Ai Gesha nodded, "Yes, the so-called magic stone is transformed from the stone of divine punishment, which can suppress the witch's ability, but also enable the witch to exert a very different power."

This sentence made everyone stand still, and the witch who called herself Tiley blurted out, "What to do?"

She finally found some of the feelings of the past was valued, and couldn't help but feel a little proud, "This is the secret that has been pursued for more than four hundred years, and there is a lot of effort to find out the connection between magic and magic stone."I may tell you, but you must also exchange knowledge that will raise the odds of a witch's awakening."

Tilly and Roland looked at each other, "Of course there's no problem with that, but I don't understand a question."She raised her left hand, and the blue crystal ring on her finger reflected the striking luster, “This magic stone was found in ancient ruins, and it gave me the ability to fly freely—there is no doubt that this magic stone is so powerful that when fighting the devil, whether it is an attack or retreat, it can make the troops take the initiative and save a lot of time on weekdays.”She paused, “But why do you still rely on walking when you retreat?”Even a higher-order awakener like you, doesn’t it be strange that there is no such convenient magic stone?”

(Unfinished.)