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The witches were still awake at this time. After experiencing a series of hardships, they still couldn't believe the fact that they were taken in by the prince. No shackles, no guards, just letting everyone live in the castle, and the rooms were so spacious and comfortable?
Wendy probably guessed the sisters' uneasiness. She and Nightingale called everyone to their rooms, sat around the bed in a circle, and chatted to calm everyone's emotions.
This is the style of a leader, Leaf thought to herself, if it was Hakara, she would never be so careful, or even if she noticed it, she would not have the leisure to comfort the sisters.
"Sister Wendy, His Royal Highness...what will we do?"
Hummingbird asked timidly, "Our abilities are far inferior to yours and Sister Nightingale."
This resonated with the other sisters, and they nodded one after another.
Wendy burst out laughing, "Let me think about it, um... the first thing you have to do is to practice your abilities."
"Practice abilities?" Soraya hesitated, "Will His Highness let me draw all the time?"
"Very likely," Wendy patted Mi Yue who was bowing her head at the side, "You too, although Hakara forbids you to use your abilities in the camp, His Highness will not. On the contrary, he will only encourage everyone to master their abilities as much as possible through practice."
"My abilities will cause trouble to my sisters," Mi Yue whispered.
"Then you must practice," Wendy said firmly, "This is His Highness's request."
"And there is another very important matter, which concerns the life and death of all the sisters!" Wendy continued.
"Life and death?" Leaf couldn't help asking.
"That's right, His Highness Roland has discovered a way for witches to safely survive the awakening day," Nightingale said in place of Wendy, "From now on, we can say goodbye to the pain of magic backlash, and all sisters can live to adulthood smoothly."
This was what the witches had discussed before, and the person who discovered the essence of witch magic was called Roland, which was also to deepen the gratitude of the new witches to Roland.
All the witches looked at Nightingale with wide eyes. They couldn't believe their ears. Scroll asked in surprise, "Is it Miss Anna you mentioned last time? But you said you didn't know the specific reason at that time."
"Yes, it was just your guess at that time. But later Nanawa's awakening day verified this - she was also not hurt." "
Then this method is..." Scroll couldn't help holding his breath.
"In addition to consuming magic power every day, we also need semen, fresh semen!" Nightingale said word by word. "I can see the changes in magic power in the fog. The witch's magic core is in the uterus, and semen will combine with magic power to make the originally violent magic power become gentle and easier to control, and the quantity and quality of magic power will also increase. Of course, continuous use of abilities to consume all the magic power can also offset the sudden increase in magic power."
"I think everyone can feel it vaguely," Wendy added, "In the days when we were chased and hunted by the church, we carefully hid in the corners of the town. We didn't dare to use our abilities at all, so many sisters left us every winter. But this year in the camp in the Desperate Mountains, except for Eining and Ashe, everyone survived the Demonic Moon."
"As for me, because of my ability, I can easily go outside to find... men, so I don't feel the pain of the demon's bite." Nightingale continued.
"You can also recall whether those sisters who couldn't make it were all virgins or had seldom sex... Although oral semen can also play a certain role, the most effective place to absorb and integrate magic power is still the uterus, which has been confirmed."
So that's it, Leaf took a deep breath, this is why the duration of the evil demon bite when she encountered the evil demon bite in the wilderness was not as long as before. If she could get men's semen frequently like Nightingale, she wouldn't have to endure the evil demon bite.
"In other words, the Holy Mountain is not in that uninhabited place..."
"Yes, the Holy Mountain is not a specific place," Wendy nodded. "Any place that accepts us, does not regard witches as demons, and does not restrict sisters from using their abilities is a holy mountain."
"Wendy once asked His Highness Roland to go to the camp again after the Demonic Month to tell everyone the news." Nightingale looked at Wendy and said softly, "Even if you don't find the holy mountain, you can live well in the mountains."
"Since everyone is back, there's no need to mention this," Wendy smiled and shook her head, "So, whether His Highness needs your abilities or not, for your own safety, you have to practice it every day."
"Then... semen..." Mi Yue's face flushed, and she stuttered. Lily, Hummingbird and others also blushed. After all, these things are still too exciting.
"If this is the key to resolving the backlash of magic power, have other witches already noticed this?" Scroll thought for a moment and said. "We are not the first witch organization to gather together. There are other witch unions in the Kingdom of Dawn and Wolfheart. I sent letters to them, wanting to invite them to find the Holy Mountain together, but I never received a reply. Besides, other witches will also use their own abilities and... uh... look for men."
Leaf sighed softly. She knew that Scroll had something to say. Since Hakala found the ancient book in an underground ruin in the East Forest, he has firmly led everyone on the road to find the Holy Mountain. So far, the Mutual Aid Association has begun a long journey of exile, almost crossing the entire Graycastle. Along the way, everyone met many new sisters and lost many sisters. If they chose to hide in the ruins from the beginning, would they have discovered the key in advance?
"We can try to contact the witches hiding in other cities," Nightingale said. "His Highness Roland also has this plan. He wants to spread rumors to make the witches pay attention to this remote town. If we act as a go-between, it will undoubtedly greatly reduce their vigilance."
"But I still don't understand why His Highness took us in?" Echo looked confused. This foreign woman from the extreme south had a worse experience than most witches. She was first sold to a merchant in the Blue Water Port by the Sand People, and then resold all the way to the capital. She was forced to learn dancing and court etiquette, as well as the skills to serve men. If she hadn't been rescued by the Mutual Aid Association, she would probably have been sold to a duke or minister at a high price. Until now, she still speaks with a distinct foreign accent.
"Maybe they want to fuck you just like those people who want to buy you. Witches just need semen, right?" Lily curled her lips, "Men..."
"Don't talk nonsense, Lily," Nightingale said unhappily, "His Highness Roland is different from those people. As long as you live here for a while, you will understand."
"That's right, I understand this very well," Wendy still had that gentle smile, "It's getting late today, let's go back to bed. Even if the ability doesn't work, don't worry. His Highness said that he wants all witches in the territory to live a normal life. If you really want to know, what His Highness will ask you to do tomorrow," she paused deliberately, "I think he will probably start by filling out a contract."
Leaf and Scroll returned to their rooms, and the latter closed the door casually, "Let's sleep too."
"Yeah." When asking about the ability before, His Highness arranged her and Scroll to the same room, and said that this was only a temporary arrangement, and the town would have new single rooms in the future. But in her opinion, it was no problem for three people to sleep on such a spacious bed.
Just as Wendy said, the next morning, after the witches were called by the maids to the first floor for breakfast, the prince handed each of them a piece of exquisite parchment. Considering that some witches could not read the text, the scroll repeated the content to everyone. Then came the signatures and fingerprints.
Roland knew that it was difficult for them to truly understand the meaning of each line of text on the contract, but it didn't matter, they would understand it over time. He also knew that even if it was a contract of selling their bodies, they would sign their names at this moment. Roland did not think that providing a relatively generous treaty was a disadvantage for himself.
Since he chose to take this path, he must look further. All he did now was to form a good cycle in the future, a win-win structure that could be implemented for a long time.
Roland also wanted to take these beautiful witches to bed directly, but he knew that he wanted to win their hearts not only by solving the evil spirit's devouring method, but also by his equal thinking of treating witches as ordinary people. He didn't just want a group of sex slaves. As for other things, he could do it step by step. Anyway, they also knew the truth about magic. Next, he just had to wait for the right time to give them a push.
After collecting the contract, Roland arranged the training tasks for each person according to the plan made last night, and then called Leaf, Scroll and Soraya to go back to the office with him. After closing the door, Nightingale showed up and winked at the sisters.
"I've been thinking about what Wendy told me yesterday," Roland pulled open the curtains to let the bright sunlight shine into the room, "She said you encountered terrible monsters, and only seven people survived in the end. Even the mentor of the Mutual Aid Association, Hakara, died in the wilderness. I want to know, what did you encounter, a hybrid evil beast?"
Leaf spoke first, "Not evil beasts, they are demons from the gate of hell, with tall bodies, able to drive evil beasts, and possessing magic power, just like..." She hesitated, "Just like us."
"Demons?" Roland frowned and looked at Soraya, "Were you there?"
The latter nodded.
"You can draw the scene at that time, right?" Roland handed over a piece of paper.
Soraya closed her eyes and looked a little painful, but she still took the paper. Walked to the table.
As the power was exerted, the quill pen that had been looming appeared in her hand, and the pen tip was flowing with colorful light. Then it flew out of her hand and quickly scratched on the paper. A vivid picture gradually emerged on the paper. Soraya never opened her eyes.
Roland approached the table and saw that the pattern on the paper was extremely real - no, he told himself, this was not a painting, but a real-time shot of the scene at that time. Her ability was like a camera, reproducing the massacre in the wilderness from a first-person perspective.
When the painting was finished, Soraya's forehead was covered with sweat. Obviously, this memory was like a nightmare to her.
Nightingale also leaned over at this time. "Is this the devil?"
"That's them," Leaf pointed to the one closest to the view, "This devil wearing metal gloves can summon lightning attacks and has infinite strength. More than half of the dozen sisters died in his hands. The devil in the distance can throw a spear several times faster than a crossbow. But their special attacks cannot be used continuously, so I took this opportunity to kill them."
"Are you alone?" Roland asked.
"The leather tube under the demon beast's helmet is the demon's weakness," Leaf pointed at the neck of the Iron Hand Demon.
"Hakara's magic snake bit off his tube and eventually died with him. I used the same method. I killed another one with a crossbow. The tube seems to store some red gas. They will die only after the gas leaks out."
Well. This thing looks like an oxygen tank. How can there be such a creature in the wasteland? Roland was puzzled. But if they are aliens, they are obviously not at that level. Look at the leather tube full of patches and the clothes made of animal skins. The level of civilization can only be said to be comparable to ours.
Whether it is using technology or magic, being able to take the initiative to go to other planets itself shows its strength-Earthlings can't even go to the moon.
Of course, we can't rule out some weird civilizations with crooked talents. Roland thought, in short. Demons are not invincible enemies, they can also be killed.
"In addition to demons. We also saw a city floating in the air," Leaf said again. "No matter how far we go towards it, it is still in front of us. Lightning mentioned it in her adventure story. It seems to be a mirage."
"Can you draw it?" Roland asked Soraya.
She nodded and summoned the magic pen again to draw the floating city that Leaf mentioned on paper.
Roland looked at the picture carefully. There was not much information in the blurry scene. If the city was really a mirage, then at least it meant that its true body was somewhere in the wilderness. And the blood mist in the sky above the city was the gas breathed by the devil. This explanation was much more reliable than the aliens. After all, the vast continent west of the Desperate Mountains was a mysterious area that no one had set foot in. It was not surprising that there were other races.
Now there was only one last question left. "I heard Nightingale and Wendy mention that Hakara decided to look for the Holy Mountain because of an ancient book," Roland asked. "Scroll, have you read that book?"
Scroll hesitated for a moment. "Hakara didn't allow anyone to read that book, but... I had a sneak peek. The text inside was chaotic and... incredible."
"Can you copy it? Let me see."
"That's not true, Your Highness. The non-existence of the Holy Mountain has proved that," she sighed and raised her right hand. "I hope you won't be fooled by the contents of the book."
A book inlaid with gold edges appeared in the air, the cover spread out to both sides, the pages turned quickly, and then closed with a bang and fell into her hands.
"Your Highness, I hope only you can read it. I don't want to see other sisters become like Hakara."
Roland took the book, "I know."
Waving the witches away, Roland slowly read the book.
(The specific content has been ignored)
Devil? Church? God's Punishment Army? The words in the book emerged in Roland's mind. In other words, Hakala completely misunderstood the meaning of the book and substituted witches for the devil, thinking that the church was fighting witches, but in fact it was fighting against a foreign race called the devil, and the devil was in the west of Border Town.
After making some guesses based on the limited information, Roland did not think deeply about it. He could only hope to get more information later, but now.
Walking to the window, Roland looked at the garden under his feet through the French window. The witches were training their abilities according to his instructions. Now that he had thirteen witches under his command, it was time to set up an organization.
In his conception, this organization did not need any program or guidelines. It was set up to facilitate the management of witches and the rational use of their abilities, and its function was similar to that of industry guilds in later generations.
The rules of the organization were also as simple as possible, with only two clauses: Do not use abilities to violate the laws of the territory. Do not use abilities to evade the accountability of the law.
Roland initially wanted to imitate the Three Laws of Robotics and restrict witches from using their abilities to harm or attack ordinary people, but later he thought it was unnecessary. Abilities are like guns in the hands of ordinary people. When encountering danger, there is no essential difference between using a gun to fight back and using abilities to fight back. Moreover, deliberately emphasizing the difference between witches and ordinary people will only make the gap between the two groups wider and wider.
Therefore, not breaking the law and not avoiding responsibility is the most concise way a science and engineering dog can think of.
As for the name of the organization, Roland had already considered it.
This new collective is called the Witch Union.
After making the decision, Roland began to wander around casually. The new witches need to be slowly trained and change their concepts, and the best candidates are Anna and Nightingale. I believe that under their words and deeds, the new witches will soon be able to integrate into it.
Suddenly, Roland remembered that it was the turn of the cement workshop to operate today. So it seems that he has a good show to watch.