The New Civilization of Witches
Chapter 127: Wendy
As Roland fell asleep, Nightingale emerged from the fog, stepped to the side of his bed and gently tidied up the blanket, covering his exposed arms. Then for a moment he quietly stood by the bed while watching the sleeping Roland, he then calmly slid through the floor, returning to his own room.
“You haven't slept?” Seeing Wendy sitting on the bed and reading, Nightingale was slightly surprised.
“I'm afraid you'll do something stupid!” Wendy glared at him, “Your Highness is not a child, do you really need to take care of him until he finally falls asleep?” The original and most up-to-date translation is posted on volartranslations.
“Your Majesty has sent people to another city to spread the word that the Witch Cooperation Association is here, he said, so I should be by his side if someone hears the news about the witches and now wants to hurt His Majesty.”
Nightingale picked up a wet towel and cleaned her face with it. Followed by opening the red belt around her hips, removing the leather bracelet from her wrists and body armor, then finally removing her white clothes – this dress is Her Majesty's latest creation, then finally taking off her white clothes, with a pure white hooded coat that he would not do. garnered too much attention and hence it was the right outfit for an assassin, at least that was what he thought.
Nightingale carefully hung her clothes, tidying up each fold. After that, she wrapped her sexy and plump body with a thin piece of gauze. On his flat stomach and thighs, not a single fat was visible.
“There can't be an accident,” said Wendy, put the book down, “There are sisters inside the castle and there are guards outside who patrol and further, there are, did you not put the stone under his pillow? I've never understood how you could touch such an object. ”
“Well, I am still responsible for ensuring his safety,” Nightingale said as she sat on the edge of the bed, took off her boots and revealed her young, slender legs, then lay down and turned towards Wendy.
“Didn't you listen to what I said last time,” sighs Wendy. Veronica, we are witches.
“I know, Wendy,” Nightingale nodded. “Ya, we are Witches.” And His Majesty said that he would marry a witch this – came out of his own mouth, and.
Of course, this information could not be taken lightly as it could only be used as a last resort, so Nightingale did not give it away just like that. In his heart, he apologized to Wendy and then changed the subject: “What is your impression of this church?”
“Why did you suddenly ask this?” Hearing this question, Wendy became surprised.
“When I was at His Majesty's side in the fortress, the High Priest visited him and offered to support him in conquering the throne.”
How did he answer? Wendy's voice became tense. “Or did he order you to go earlier to the beginning of the conversation?”
Nightingale smiled and shook her head, saying softly. “He just asked me to avoid the reach of the other party's God's Stone of Retaliation, and His Majesty isn't wearing the thing himself. Wendy, Your Majesty does not agree with the church invitation, she declined their offer. ”
The latter clearly felt relieved, then he said with a hint of melancholy, “Unfortunately, our help to His Majesty is limited, unlike the Church, whose strength spans the entire continent. If Your Majesty accepts their offer, I fear he will soon be able to sit on the throne .. ”
Taking the red and black pill, “In the fog, the pill has the same color as the God's Stone of Retaliation, this is unimaginable. We both knew that sisters found as witches would swallow the Stone of God's Retaliation, which was no different from suicide. The High Priest said that the pills were produced inside the Prayer Room in the Holy City, and I remember you used to live there in a monastery. Have you ever heard of such an organization? ”
Wendy had helped Nightingale to leave Silver City and during their escape, she had set a trap for the prize-hungry criminals that followed them, he said, at the same time it is also a kind of revenge – one method is to force them to swallow them. have the Stone of God's Retaliation. After ingesting the villain will soon die, the whole body will roll up like it is suffering from dehydration, and will look like a fish exposed to the scorching sun.
“I've never heard of such a thing,” Wendy closed her eyes and began to say slowly, “Since the first moment I remember, I once lived in a monastery in the Old Holy City, surrounded by high walls, I was still in the dark, without a view of the sky outside. Everything was taught to us with hospitality by the nuns, things like reading and writing or understanding maps. I still remember the name of my teacher, Faria. He once gave us a book to read, it was a special introduction about the Old Holy City. There were churches in the city, monasteries, libraries, memorial halls, and heroic walls, but I had never heard of the Prayer Room in the city. I lived in the monastery for more than 10 years, until the accident happened.. ”.
Wendy had previously mentioned to Nightingale that the monastery was one day attacked by a witch and many people also died in the attack. Making use of the whole mess, Wendy can get out of the convent, “Also, I don't know which witch dares to challenge the church alone, but at least she saved you.”
“No, Veronica, who came from inside the church,” Wendy shook her head, “She, like me, is a member of the monastery.”
“What do you mean?”
“The girls living in the convent can be divided into three groups, one group consists of people like me, who live from an early age in the monastery, not knowing their origins; one was an orphan who lived on the streets and was adopted by the local church and then sent to a monastery; and the last group consisted of girls who were sold to the church by their own parents. We were all separated by age and placed in different places, and even the teachings were not the same. From an early age onwards, we learned how to recognize words, from the age of ten to fourteen we studied Christmas carols and after fourteen years we were educated in ethics. Early classes were called literacy classes by the nuns, and older classes were called choir classes and ceremonial classes. Once we become adults, we will be expelled from the monastery.
This is the first time Nightingale heard others talk about this – before, Wendy never elaborated on her experiences during her life in the convent.
“For the first few years, I often heard other girls shouting at night – shouts out from the direction of choir class and ceremony class. I didn't understand what was going on until I was old enough to get into choir class. Then I discovered that at night a higher church line would visit the dormitory, always dragging some girls out of their beds, and only at dawn the next day would they be sent back. But sometimes, not all girls will come back. ”
Nightingale pursed her lips, of course, she clearly knew what Wendy meant.
“This happens once or twice a month, often even two days in a row. That day I was elected. It was Faria who pulled me out of the room, whispering into my ear that I had to endure it, everything would be good. I was dragged by him to a corner of the park where a room was built halfway underground. The room was brightly lit, on one side I could see how the women from the ceremony class were tortured, there were four to five men. “When they came to me, one of the women suddenly came out of the shackles, grabbed the man closest to her, grabbed him by the neck and killed him like he was a chicken, easily twisting his neck.”
“Dia... have awakened?” Reading anywhere other than volartranslation, you steal the life of the translator.
“I don't know,” Wendy shook her head, “those people have taken off their clothes, but they still wear the Stone of God's Retaliation on their necks, but she can still kill one after another. One of them seemed to want to be skinned alive, shredding one after another, while he was still alive. The last words he spoke before his death were.. ‘luarget’. The screams of those people resuscitated the guards and Faria who were standing outside the room. They immediately opened the iron gate and rushed in, but the sight before them obstructed them on the spot, while another woman directly rushed towards them. ”
“Is she a witch?” Nightingale asked happily, “Are the guards also not an opponent for her?”
“The distance is too big. Later I learned that the guards were members of the Army of Judges. One of them blew his whistle while the other unsheathed his sword. However, when the first one stopped blowing his whistle, he had already stepped in front of him, and pierced through his chest with his arm. In front of him, their armor was nothing more than a thin sheet of paper. ”
