The New Civilization of Witches
Chapter 100: The Ancient Book and its Traces (Part 1)
As Wendy said, the next morning straight after breakfast a waiter came and took them to Roland's office.
There the Prince gave them a nice piece of parchment.
Considering that some witches were illiterate, Scroll read out the contents to them.
Followed by them signing it with their fingerprints. Roland knew that it was difficult for them to understand the meaning of each line written in the contract, he said,
but this is not important, after some time they will begin to understand what he wants from them.
He also knew, even if this was a slave contract, they would still put their signatures under it.
But Roland did not think that it was good to lose his principles just to gain some small benefits. Since they chose to follow this path, we have to see where it leads.
Right now all he's doing is laying the foundation to form a positive cycle for the future.
Long-term investments that must end with a win-win situation for both parties.
After receiving the signed documents, Roland gave the training plan that he had developed last night, which he did,
and explain to each of them personally what they should do.
After he finished, he called Leaves, Scroll, and Soraya back to his office.
After closing the door, Nightingale showed royal respect, surprising her sister.
“I've been thinking all night about the story I heard yesterday from Wendy,”
Roland opened the curtains, letting the bright sunlight flood the room.
“She said you have met a terrible monster and only seven of you can survive.
Even your Witch Cooperation Association Mentor, Cara, died in the wilderness. So I wonder what you encountered, whether it was a mixed species or a demonic beast? ”
Leaves was the first to speak: “They are not demonic beasts, they are Devils who came from behind the Gates of Hell.
They have a tall body and are able to ride demon beasts, they can also use magic, just.”.
He hesitated for a moment,
“Same as we.”
"They belong to the Devil?"
Roland frowned, turning his gaze to Soraya,
"Are you also present at the scene?"
The one who was spoken to hesitated.
“You can draw the scenery, right?” asked Roland and gave him a piece of paper.
Soraya closed her eyes, recalling those painful memories, but regardless, she still picked up the paper and went to the table.
After this, he began to fully demonstrate his abilities, taking his magic pen in hand.
The pen began to release a colorful light, which flew from his hand directly onto the paper.
A living image gradually formed on the paper, and during the entire process of drawing Soraya never opened her eyes even once.
When Roland stepped near the table, he found that the image of the image looked very realistic –
no, he had to correct himself, this was not a painting, but a picture taken from a real-life scene.
His abilities are like a camera, reproducing genocide in the wild from a first-person perspective.
When he finished the painting, Soraya's forehead was covered in sweat, clearly showing that the memory was a nightmare for him.
Nightingale, go to the table as well, look and ask,
"Is this the Devil you met?"
“Yes, the,” Leaves point to the nearest one from the point of view the photo was taken, the,
“Devil who wore metal gloves, was able to summon lightning strikes, while the others were unusually strong, he could throw spears several times.
faster than an arrow shot than a bow. More than a dozen sisters died under their hands.
But they can't use their special attacks all the time, it's the perfect moment when I can kill them.”
"You can kill them yourself?" Roland asked.
“Cara's magic switch has ripped through Ironhand's pipe, and she eventually dies from the wound.
I used the same method, to kill the others with automatic arrows.
The pipe seems to store some red gas, and if the gas leaks, they will die.”
Well, this thing seems to resemble an oxygen tank, how could a creature in the wild have something like this?
Roland asked himself confusedly. But it was directly said that they should become aliens, a bit too early.
Whether it is by using magic or technology, that they can cross to another planet, already showing their power –
while the people on earth are still at war with each other all the time.
Of course, we cannot rule that out, that it is simply an innate skill of an exotic civilization.
Roland thought, for now, the important point was to remember, that "Devil" was not an invincible enemy, they could be killed.
“In addition to the Devil, we also see the city floating in the sky,” added Leaves,
“No matter how far we move towards it, the city is always right in front of us.
Lightning had mentioned something similar to that in her story, I think she called it a mirage. ”
"Can you also draw a city?" Roland asked towards Soraya.
He nodded, called out to his questioner once more, and began painting the city floating in the sky as Leaves Roland said looking at the picture meticulously,
but he was unable to obtain much information from the vague scenery. Even if the city shown in the picture is really just a mirage, the,
it still means that somewhere in the wild there must be a real one. It seemed like there was a red cloud above the city, maybe this gas was what the Devils needed.
This explanation was far more plausible than thinking of aliens, after all, the vast vast landmass behind the Unpassable Mountain Range was a complete mystery zone, a,
where for a long time no one had set foot on them, so detecting a new race was no easy feat.
too surprising.
“I heard from Nightingale and Wendy that Cara decided to look for the Sacred Mountain after she read it in the ancient book,”
ask Roland.
"Scroll, did you also read the book?"
Scroll hesitated for a moment but then she replied.
"How to not allow anyone to read the book, but... I still see a little bit, but the text is pretty messy."
"Can you make a copy and show it to me?"
"The text written in the book is not correct, Your Majesty, that the Holy Mountain does not exist affirm this,"
he sighed, but still raised his right hand,
"I hope you're not confused by the contents of the book."
Suddenly a book of golden light appeared in the air, the book opened and its sides were spinning at an incredible speed, when the book came to its end, it fell directly into the hands of the Scroll.
“Your Majesty, I hope you are the only person who will read it.
I don't want to see my sister become like Cara.”
Roland took the book out of Scroll's hands and comforted her,
"I understand."
As the other witches left the office, Nightingale quietly appeared sitting on the sofa.
He had lifted his robe, as usual, and put both his feet on the table and chewed the dried fish happily.
“You don't want to see it?” Roland with a smile on his face, asked. In a mocking voice, he replied.
"I'm not interested in anything crazy people like to see."
Roland shook his head, sat back behind the table and carefully opened the book.
The pages feel like books come true. As Scroll said, most of the content was garbled.
It seems that the text was not written in the same language, at least the grammar was not the same.
In the book, a blood moon was mentioned, as well as a huge stone gate, but he found no trace of the Holy City.
In fact, despite the few words he could sometimes understand, the meaning of many other words was not clear to him.
Most of the contents of the Book that he could not read – in the end the summary is:
Although I knew every word, I was not sure if I could understand it fully.
I'm not sure if it's because a short peek Scroll can only take, or if the book was only recorded this way.
Rolland jumped over the long passageways, jumping straight to the end. Even so, the book was quite thick, it contained very little content and most of its sides were empty.
But when he opened the last page, he suddenly saw a text that could be read.
The previous neat writing became unreadable, as it was written in haste, but the content was understandable and dispelled many questions.
The first sentence that is still written with a neat handwriting is
“We have failed. Man cannot defeat Satan.”
