Chapter 706 (1/2)

Chapter 706: The Formal Meeting, the Before and After of the Dispute

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Roland had learned about the situation of No. 76 from Nightingale. In fact, he was very interested in the distant history of Taquila and the intelligence about the Battle of Divine Will that the Taquila witch claimed to have. He had saved a lot of time and effort now that she had shown up by herself.

Other than Nightingale, Sylvie, and Scroll, there were also Leaf and two potted plants in the office to prevent accidents from happening. Once the plants’ abilities were cast, even if No. 76 used the God’s Stone, she would not be able to eliminate the crazed vines—as soon as she stalled her footsteps, Nightingale would be able to retaliate and defeat her.

Potted plants looked like decorations, and were harmless when not triggered by magic power. Therefore Roland also did not need to deploy a handful of guards to surround the room—he did not want his intentions to be revealed before even starting the negotiations.

When No. 76 followed Wendy into the office, Roland smiled and said, “Welcome to Neverwinter, do you need any tactical eyepieces?”

“…”

“…”

Everyone was expressionless. Nightingale even rolled her eyes and pinched his shoulder in the Mist. “Your Majesty, please don’t talk nonsense at this time.”

“Ahem, okay…” Roland cleared his throat and returned to his usual calmness. “So you’re Taquila’s No. 76?”

“My name is Phyllis, My dear King,” with one hand placed on her chest she slightly bowed her head and said,” No. 76 is just my disguise as a common person, and since you have discovered my identity, the name has lost its meaning.”

The formal salute with the chest gesture was used when the nobility met with royalty, or when ambassadors visited other countries. It was clear that Phyllis was not ignorant of secular etiquette. Roland did not mind the honorific title and slightly inappropriate wording. He was more concerned with actual interests, rather than verbal fame.

“Let’s sit down and talk,” he nodded. “I have so many questions to ask you.”

“If I’m able to answer, I will,” said Phyllis solemnly.

It was probably due to the fact that she hadn’t spoken for such a long time to a “common person” like him, so her expression was quite rigid. She probably wanted to be polite and at the same time, not lose Taquila’s arrogance of being the previous ruler of the world.

Roland was amused when he remembered Yorko’s description of Phyllis. When she was disguised as a maid, she blended into her role seamlessly. Now she had regained her formal status and she was still determined to maintain that pride even if the Witch Empire had disintegrated long ago. Without a doubt, the name of Taquila had long been part of their faith.

“The first is information about you. After all, if we want to work together against the demon, it is always better to know more about each other.” Roland drank his tea, and asked unhurriedly, “To be honest, I have always been very curious how the Union was divided into two factions. Since you were all witches, why did the church pursue its own kind? Especially after knowing the existence of the perfect form of the God’s Punishment Army, the doubts intensified. Could you enlighten me on the details?”

Phyllis probably did not expect him to ask this question first, and she hesitated for a moment before replying, “No one expected things to turn out like this before entering the ruin of the maze.”