Release that Witch

Roland has learned about the general situation of the 76th from the night estuary. In fact, he is very interested in the dusty history, not to mention the fact that the Takira witch also claims to possess the information of God. Now the other party can take the initiative to find the door. Come, it also saved him a lot of effort.

Of course, in order to guard against accidents, in addition to the nightingale, Sylvie and the book, the office has more leaves and two pots of special potted plants. Once the latter's ability is applied, even if the field of stone is launched on the 76th, it is impossible to immediately eliminate the vines that are formed by the madness - as long as her footsteps are slightly stagnant, the nightingale can shoot the sifting.

The potted plant looks like the decoration. If there is no need to activate it, there is no threat. Therefore, Roland also avoids the embarrassing situation of sending a group of guards to surround the room. The other party looked down on oneself.

When Wendy stepped into the office door on the 76th, Roland smiled and said, "Welcome to the Winter City, do you need tactical sunglasses?"

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Everyone showed a silent expression, and the nightingale turned his eyes, and slammed his shoulders in the fog. "Kneeling, please don't talk nonsense at this time."

"Cough, okay..." Roland cleared his throat and changed back to the usual calm appearance. "So you are the 76th of Takira?"

"My name is Felice, Dear King," the other hand raised his chest with one hand and bowed slightly. "Seventy-six is ​​nothing but a disguised mortal code. Since you have discovered my identity, the name is lost. Meaning."

The chest-care ceremony is applicable to the members of the upper class who see the royal family. It can also be used as a ritual manner used by the ambassador to visit other countries. It is obvious that Felice is not ignorant of secular etiquette. As for the disapproval and wording, the Roland was not in the heart. He valued the actual interests more than the verbal fame.

"Sit down and talk," he nodded. "I have a lot of questions to ask you."

"If I can answer," Felice said with a glance.

It’s probably not been a long time to talk to a “mortal” like him. Her expression is very blunt, probably because she wants to be polite and not lose the pride she once ruled the world.

Recalling Joel’s description of her, Roland couldn’t help but laugh a little. When dressed as a maid, it can be clearly and beautifully. Now it is changed back to formal status. Even if the witch empire has already fallen apart, it is determined to maintain that pride. I have to say that the name of Tacula is probably a part of her belief for them.

"The first thing is about your news. After all, if you want to work together against the devil, you have to know each other better." Roland took a sip of tea and asked slowly, "To be honest, I have always been very curious." How does the federation split into two factions, obviously everyone is a witch, why does the church have to chase after the same kind? Especially knowing that there is a perfect form of the gods, this doubt is even stronger, you can Will the reasons be detailed?"

Felice probably didn't expect him to ask this question first. After a moment of silence, he replied. "No one can predict that things will eventually become like this before entering the labyrinth."

"What do you mean, is this all about the remains?"

"Without that relic, there would be no God's penalty plan, and the surviving witch would not be able to continue... but we found it too late." She said with a sigh, "except in the maze. In addition to finding ways to transfer the soul, the fugitives also found something else... Because of them, Nataya’s talents and the Queen of Stars made a difference and led to the final break.”

"Other...things?" Roland frowned.

"I can't tell you more at the moment. Only after we find out the winners can we go deeper into it - by then, Master Pasha will personally talk to you."

"Who is Pasha?"

"The preparatory successors of the three seats of the federation are also the leaders that the survivors trust," Felice explained.

If he didn't make a mistake, then the holy city should have fallen, and a group of fugitive fugitives could not hesitate to resolve the contradiction by infighting. They can only say that the weight of the thing is not much lighter than the gods.

"Don't the two sides coexist at the time? Since the perfect form of the gods will not cost the witch's life, it is enough to select volunteers to participate in the transformation ceremony. Why does Akaris want to subvert the remaining federation?"

When this sentence was asked, there was a rare bitterness on Felice's face. "Doesn't cost the witch's life? No... Your Majesty, things are not as simple as you think. The body I used originally was From a **** warrior who failed to transfer, do you know how long it took me to master the body?"

"Ten years?" Roland thought.

This is also the time usually required to train a knight.

“It’s nearly fifty years,” she shook her head. “When I became familiar with how to control a body that was not my own, the original body of the Prisoner’s Warrior was aging.”

The witches in the room could not help but breathe.

"The magic of blood has destroyed most of the perception, including touch, taste and smell... so the gods will not feel pain and will not be afraid of injury. But for us, it is equivalent to subverting the past. The movement memory, walking, mouth opening and fist training need to be re-mastered... At first, I couldn’t stand up even in the station. I don’t know how much strength I should use to hold the cup. I want my head to remember these movements again and again. Training can take decades. If you add weapons and combat skills, it will take at least a hundred years." Felice paused. "So, you know what should happen."

Roland frowned and said for a moment, "Akaris needs a lot of empty shells."

“Yes, once the witch won’t die, a **** warrior who has lived for hundreds of years is much stronger than the newly transformed warrior. In order to continue this experience, it’s necessary to create more The body keeps the soul going. Even if the new body takes time to adapt, it can be shortened to a few years compared to the beginning."

"And the provider of the shell can only be a weak witch. For this reason, Akalis must replace the federation and become the absolute ruler of the witch, so that she can turn part of the witch into a material that can be sacrificed at will." Silk closes her eyes. "Under the threat of the Battle of God, she is almost successful. Most of the high-level leaders have acquiesced in her practice... If it is not a new discovery in the ruins, the Prison Plan will be the only feasible. Survival plan."