Chapter 577: [Holy City: Kabbalah]

The four witches monitoring the Huang Family Father and Son in the Golden Plains?

With Diana's introduction, Lan Qingyou immediately remembered.

Back then, she was the one who requested Chu Yuan to redeem them like this, just to make things difficult for the Huang Family Father and Son.

As for the Divine Tree...

Others might not be clear about it, but Lan Qingyou, the one who handled it, couldn't be more familiar with it.

Tower Witch: "Although I really don't want to strike a blow to your confidence, there's one point I must clarify. A tree like this that can only attract a single type of monster might seem very powerful, but in front of the Dwelling Giant Tree, it's a defective product."

Tower Witch: "So, the Divine Tree in your mouth isn't any object worthy of research."

Yes.

Although the Avian Race called that tree the Divine Tree, it was actually a defective product.

Knowledge Witch: "...That truly is a pity."

Not expecting to get this kind of result, Diana didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After all that, the thing she and Angela thought was very powerful was just trash...

But this was originally a tree that grew from a branch sawed off from the Dwelling Giant Tree, not to mention a defective product.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it scraps.

At most, it was only felt to be powerful because what it attracted was the demonic beast White-Headed Eagle.

If what it attracted was some small bird or other small monster, wouldn't its grade drop instantly?

In fact, that was exactly the logic.

It could only be said that the Avian Race had good luck, and just happened to draw the lot that could attract White-Headed Eagles.

Tower Witch: "It can't be considered a pity; after all, since it's our thing, we should take it back. Angela did very well this time."

Regarding Angela's actions, Lan Qingyou gave her the utmost affirmation.

Although she didn't know where the habitat of the Avian Race was, for this Angela to actually cause a massive uproar inside the Avian Race alone, and even snatch back the thing they stole, she was also impressive.

It seems everyone has grown.

Lan Qingyou couldn't help but nod.

Tower Witch: "Push Angela's card number to me, I'll ask her about some specific matters."

Knowledge Witch: "No problem."

Saying that, Diana pushed her friend's number to Lan Qingyou.

Smiling Witch?

What a truly interesting title.

Smiling, Lan Qingyou didn't waste words, directly finding the other party and starting a chat.

Tower Witch: "Can you find the specific location or coordinates of the Avian Race's habitat?"

Perhaps Diana had given the other party a heads-up, so within a dozen seconds after Lan Qingyou sent the message, the other party replied.

Smiling Witch: "It's very difficult, I also found it by investigating the matter of the Pure Origin Sect."

Smiling Witch: "And what I found was a local teleportation array that isn't connected to the Adventurer's Guild's teleportation system."

Tower Witch: "Local teleportation array? Then can I understand it as the Avian Race and the Pure Origin Sect having hooked up?"

Lan Qingyou frowned.

This Pure Origin Sect happened to be on her list of suspected masterminds behind the scenes.

As a result, she never expected that these guys were actually hobnobbing with the Avian people who betrayed the Witch Race.

If she connected these things, then perhaps the other party used this as a bargaining chip to demand the Avian Race betray the Witch Race?

Some things couldn't withstand careful consideration.

Anyway, the more Lan Qingyou thought about it, the more she felt it was possible.

Smiling Witch: "You can, and after I investigated, I was pursued by people from the Pure Origin Sect. At that time, what they rode were the flying demonic beasts, White-Headed Eagles, produced by the Avian Race."

Smiling Witch: "My personal guess is that this should be people from the Avian Race raising and taming these White-Headed Eagles, and then reselling them to the Pure Origin Sect to obtain funds to strengthen themselves."

Smiling Witch: "Moreover, when I attacked the Avian Race's habitat, I even heard someone saying something about it being something they fought for from the hands of the Pure Origin Sect or something. From this alone, it can be seen that there is a very deep connection between the two sides."

Tsk tsk.

Fought for from the hands of the sect.

Fought for what? How did they fight for it?

Wasn't this just saying they used selling out the Witch Race as a bargaining chip?

Regardless of whether it was truly like this back then, as long as Lan Qingyou felt it was like this, that was enough to sentence the other party to death.

Tower Witch: "This guess is very reasonable, so you brought that tree back?"

Smiling Witch: "That's a matter of course."

Tower Witch: "That's very good. Although I don't know where you are, if there's a problem, teleport back immediately, don't throw your little life away outside."

Lan Qingyou said very gently.

After all, she didn't want any more witches to die inexplicably.

Smiling Witch: "Rest assured Clan Leader, this little bit of trash mobs still can't do anything to me. And right now quite a few Avian people have run away; those who stayed behind have basically all been annihilated."

Looking at the empty dense forest with flames shooting to the sky but not a single person, Angela laughed very loudly.

Thus, the first conversation between the two ended under such circumstances.

And on the other side, a group of people were also discussing matters.

This was a city of daylight, a place shrouded in holy light where night would absolutely not appear — [Holy City: Kabbalah].

At the same time, this was also the stronghold of the Pure Origin Sect.

"What did you say? The people of Boulder Village were entirely annihilated? The whereabouts of the goods are unknown?"

"Yes Your Eminence, and a team from the squad that went to investigate also went missing. If it wasn't for this team sending a message to others before being attacked, it's estimated we wouldn't have known this news until a few days later."

Holy light shot in from the stained glass, making the interior of the great hall seem exceptionally sacred.

However, whether it was Steve sitting on the high seat or Bishop Marshall wearing a red cape reporting below, their faces were not very sacred.

One sat in the Pope's seat with a gloomy face, while the other, although lowering his head, would reveal a mocking expression on his calm face from time to time.

Although it was just for an instant, it was still caught by Steve, the Pope.

As for the matters the other party reported, for people of their level, they were all trivial matters.

If sacrifices were missing, then just change sacrifices. The ceremony would proceed as usual, the problem wasn't big.

What truly made Steve feel aggravated was that the other party had caught a handle on him.

Although this world was spoken for by fists and strength.

But since he was in the whirlpool, and the rules were established by his own hands, he naturally had to abide by them.

Otherwise, the people below would definitely jump out to oppose him.

When the time came, all it would take was for this Marshall before him to slightly incite things; not to mention failing to keep his Pope position, he would probably be mocked by that fatso Sherlock.

This wasn't something he could endure.

"Have you found out who did it?"

Steve wanted to shift the core of the conflict, but how could Marshall give him this opportunity?

"No, but the result detected by the detection group is that they found a massive amount of mana signatures belonging to the Witch Race."

Marshall answered unhurriedly.