Chapter 559: You Can Always Find It if You Look

Angela was no saint, nor was she a partner of justice who couldn't bear to see the dark side of the world.

To her, tracking down the human trafficking was purely out of the Witch Race's innate curiosity towards all unknown things.

So, actually, she didn't care much about those fools who were sold off; she only cared about why the Pure Origin Sect was doing this.

But when she saw in the documents found in the Pure Origin Sect's secret stronghold that night that they were actually spending huge sums of money to buy infants, she could no longer stand idly by.

Smiling Witch: "Confirmed the documents are true."

Knowledge Witch: "Exactly how many infants are there?"

Smiling Witch: "586."

Knowledge Witch: "Open a teleportation portal immediately, the coordinates are the place I took you to last time."

Because Angela had already sent the original documents to Diana long ago, the other three on the Golden Plains all knew who this operation was for.

But since the documents stated it was a group of female infants, then it wasn't something they could just laugh off.

Smiling Witch: "Received."

After replying to the message, Angela directly opened the teleportation portal.

As for the coordinates, it was the Medical Branch of the Witch Academy in Eureka City. That was where the [Lantern Witch] Nightingale's shelter, as well as her laboratory and workshop, were located.

But at the same time, it was also the only hospital in the entire Eureka City.

After all, wanting people of the Witch Race to get sick was somewhat unrealistic.

So after learning there were infants, the first thing Diana thought of was settling them at this place.

To this, Nightingale naturally had no objections.

Anyway, apart from some academic research, she was very idle the rest of the time.

If there could be more things to kill time, that would naturally be for the best.

So after hearing that there were infants, and several hundred of them at that, this guy directly transformed the hospital, which originally had barely anyone, into something resembling a kindergarten.

"Yo, Angela."

After the teleportation portal opened, Nightingale was the first to walk out.

After coming face to face with Angela, she swept her Demon Eye around her surroundings.

"How is it?"

Angela smiled and asked after the other party finished looking around.

"No problem, the little cuties are all very healthy. They haven't suffered any curses or corruption. They're even healthier than we were when we were first transmuted."

Nightingale nodded, then patted the other party's shoulder, and then took out her card.

"Very normal, compared to us, these little cuties are Kallim natives in the true sense of the word."

Angela said jokingly.

About twenty seconds later, Angela saw witches walking out of the teleportation portal one by one, and then, with two hands each, they lifted these infant cribs and walked towards the teleportation portal.

After all, items could be teleported through trading, but living infants couldn't.

So they could only use this clumsy method.

Fortunately, the Witch Race had Teleportation Arrays, otherwise they might have had to directly drive the Flying City over.

Tossing and turning back and forth for quite a while, they finally transferred all these infants to Eureka.

And during this time, Angela made a trip back to the square.

At this moment, the chaotic melee in the square had long ceased. After the summoning duration ended, 'The Seven Goats' returned to the nest Angela prepared for them.

While those Golems stood perfectly still where they were after the battle.

After Angela arrived, she first stored away the Golems, and then went door-to-door to 'get rich'.

Although she still didn't harvest any important items or materials.

But just the ordinary materials, and even basic unit materials, were enough for her to fill up an entire warehouse by herself.

Because of this, she even received complaints from the warehouse manager.

"What do you think the Clan Leader will do?"

After dealing with her private matters and all the infants had been transferred away, Angela asked Nightingale.

"What else can she do, just raise them. Anyway, we aren't lacking this little bit of money, and the Clan Leader hasn't considered adding new older witches either."

"Barring any accidents, these should be the New Generation of our Black Witch Clan."

Nightingale shrugged, and then looked at those infants sleeping on the beds.

Regarding this matter, basically all the witches were well aware.

After all, previously it was because of indiscriminately handing out invitations that led to many witches having neither the time nor resources to study and practice, resulting in them being killed in the very first instance during the subsequent great war.

So after learning about this matter, Lan Qingyou decided not to indiscriminately hand out invitations anymore in the future.

As for the 'New Generation', to put it plainly, they were completely new Kallim natives.

After all, the Ageless attribute of the witches destined their positioning to be basically immortal as long as they didn't court death.

"New Generation, huh... Quite interesting."

"Right? Actually, I also want to see whether the attributes of these little ones born in Kallim will truly be much higher than Earthlings as guessed."

Previously, there had been a period of time discussing the topic of the differences between aboriginals and them, Earthlings.

Although it ended up fading away later, this interesting topic remained in the hearts of many people who had seen it.

So even Nightingale began to be full of expectations for these infants.

"As long as you're happy."

Seeing that Nightingale seemed to have entered a researcher's state, Angela immediately opened a teleportation portal and prepared to slip away.

Well, for members of the Tourism Department, going out to enjoy the scenery couldn't be called 'slipping away', could it?

"Leaving so soon?"

"Mhm, there are still a lot of things over there that need to be dealt with, especially documents and such, I still have to go organize them. Otherwise, that guy Diana might just come complaining."

Angela raised her hand and waved, and then walked into the teleportation portal.

Until the moment the teleportation portal closed, she never turned her head, leaving very dashingly, but Nightingale didn't have the mood to watch this guy act like a big-tailed wolf right now; she had just as many things to do.

Although the administration department had transferred over dozens of witches to act as temporary mothers, the things the infants needed to use still needed to be newly purchased.

And because it wasn't a baby boom right now, a lot of infant necessities simply couldn't be bought anywhere.

Under this situation, they could only make them themselves.

One could imagine that Nightingale's pressure wasn't small.

However, she wasn't the only one under great pressure; Angela, who left very 'filially', was the same.

After returning to that Boulder Village on the Falling Hammer Plateau, she began to collect intelligence.

Documents were naturally the first choice, but apart from documents, many things could serve as sources of intelligence.

For example, diaries, autobiographies, although these things had exaggerations, they were still things with a certain value.

Anyway, none of these Primal Scripture Adherents were decent people.

Since they weren't decent people, they definitely had the stinking habit of writing diaries or autobiographies.

If she looked for them, she could always find them.