Chapter 689 (1/2)

Chapter 689: First Contact

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Using this colorful magic stone ring, No. 76 could observe the “dialogue” a witch had with God as she performed magic.

This dialogue appeared as a pale orange light which connected the witch with the vast sky.

According to the documented records, demons and some hybrid demonic beasts could produce the same type of orange light.

God did not show tender care for the world.

Every time she thought about this, she became worried.

When compared to the innumerable demons, the witches were not as powerful a nation. Their powers could not be inherited and also could not be cultivated. The only way of awakening a witch’s power was luck. Moreover, their magic powers were weaker than that of the enemies.

Fortunately, the Key was not a predestined thing.

They could change the Key through a High Awakening. By doing this, they could receive a more powerful force through God.

Since leaving the Kingdom of Dawn, No.76 had observed the orange lights of Amy, Annie, and Hero. Hero was the strongest of them, while Annie was the weakest. However, in general, the differences between the three was negligible. They were all about the same size, the width of a finger, and they were all far away from the request of starting the Instrument of Divine Retribution.

She had reasons to believe that a Senior Witch was the Chosen One.

The cabin door opened suddenly and Yorko, the Ambassador of Graycastle, entered. He arched his eyebrows, went to the bedside and said, “The smell of this herb is more nauseating than the latrine. Why would someone use such a malodorous thing in medicine?”

“Maybe the sailors thought that the demonic plague could be cured by its pungent smell,” No.76 said as she smiled smugly. “Regardless, my body feels better and my wound is just a scar now.”

Of course, this had nothing to do with the medicine, rather, it depended on the individual bodies of the wonderful God’s Punishment Army.

“If it’s useless, I”m going to absolutely put their heads into the latrine. So they can become familiar with the smell of this medicine.” Yorko chose a bench and sat down.

“Those poor sailors,” she whispered. “Amy told me that you asked them if they had any special prescriptions.”

“Ahem. Lying to a noble is a grave crime and they can only blame themselves,” the ambassador said. “If you can’t get a real answer, just tell them to drink it with hot water and honey. Even if it doesn’t cure their wound, they will still leave smiling and satisfied. Oh… I’m not referring to you!”

No.76 smiled with abandon. During the long boat trip, Yoko visited her at least once a day. The visits were short, but they always had a nice talk. She thought that perhaps Yorko was an average person, but when he spent time with a woman, he was more humorous than many of the other nobles. Even if they were in Taquila, he would have become famous. After she lost most of her senses, verbal communication had become one of the most pleasant ways to pass the time.

After chatting for a while, the ambassador unusually became quiet.

No.76 thought for a moment before she propped up her body with one hand and tentatively asked, “Sir, do you need me to serve you? Although my body is inflexible…”

“I’ve said it many times before, you aren’t my maid. Don’t use the word ‘serve’ every time you meet with others. You’re a free person in Graycastle now, understand?” He held his forehead and said, “You’re still wounded and I’m not one of those upper nobles who have a morbid addiction.”

“So, you just want to talk with me?”

After hearing that, Yorko’s facial expression changed a little. He cleared his throat and said, “Er… Actually, I have a question to ask you. After you arrive at King’s City, what do you plan to do?”