Chapter 2688: Waiting

Since the number of tasks given by the Tree Father was three, the person to wait for would definitely come in the third time:

"Before that, let me repair Miss McCona's key."

Xia De put the lazy cat on his lap, and then rummaged out the resin given by the priest. After explaining its effect, the young witch carefully took out the fragments of the key after it was shattered, and then pieced them into the shape of a key.

Ms. Brock cast a spell to keep the fragments in the shape of a key and flew into the resin.

"It will take about five minutes to complete the repair."

Xia De put the lid of the glass jar back on, and then let Miss McCona keep it herself. The young witch held the bottle in her arms very carefully, looking like she didn't intend to let go until Xia De announced that the time was up.

"I want to ask you about something."

Xia De said to Ms. Brock again, and after she nodded, he lowered his voice slightly to prevent Mr. Nelson and Miss McCona from hearing:

"I want to ask you about an ancient evil object. That evil object is already a relic, and it is a top-level relic—Desire. Have you heard of it? It is said to be the incarnation of the purest desire."

After speaking, he looked at the black water area, but obviously, the god was standing on the boat, so even if Xia De asked, that mermaid could not appear here.

The 13th-tier candidate Great Witch was quite surprised:

"I know a relic that is very similar to what you said, but why would you want to mention it? That thing has never appeared in its true form since the beginning of this era, and the few accidents related to it were only the influence left by its power."

"Since you say so, I basically confirm that we are talking about a kind of relic. Then do you know its origin? Or its weakness? I only know now that that thing has some connection with the God of Love 【Heart Lock】, and also related to the source of the witch's power, the Ancient God 【Chaos Witch】."

Ms. Brock frowned deeply, looking at the young girl guarding the glass jar and the man opposite the campfire:

"If it weren't for this place, I wouldn't talk to you about this topic. First of all, I need to declare one thing: it is not a god, and when books talk about it, they don't directly call it the name you mentioned, but call it 'Mermaid.'

You can think that when you know of its existence and take the initiative to mention that name, it can perceive that you are mentioning it, and even know the characteristics of your soul. Quite a few documents from the Fourth Era have recorded that sometimes just mentioning this name will immediately cause one to be infected by lust and fall into madness."

The campfire illuminated Xia De's slightly stunned face. This was more exaggerated than the power it showed in the Sixth Era:

"So did the books write about ways to restrain it?"

"No, it just said not to have any connection with it. Even if you really encounter it, don't look, don't listen, don't think, and don't try to talk. Wait until it thinks you are a boring and rigid person, and it has a probability of letting you leave."

So when Xia De encountered it in the basement of the Aurora Mansion in Coldwater Harbor, his approach was already wrong.

"Can't a demigod witch suppress it?"

Xia De asked again. This time Ms. Brock couldn't answer, after all, she was not a demigod, and she was not yet a formal Great Witch with a seat.

The five-minute waiting time was a bit boring. After chatting with Ms. Brock for a few words, Xia De leaned over to Mr. Nelson:

"I bet your wife will come soon. I'm in a hurry this time. After sending you back, I have to take a boat to see my lover while there is still time. So, can you tell me now, why on earth did your wife want to come to this kind of place?"

Xia De had asked before, but Mr. Nelson just wouldn't say. And hearing him say this now, the bearded middle-aged man finally was willing to speak:

"My wife and I are just ordinary people, but she is a member of a witch organization, doing some clerical and accounting work."

Xia De nodded understandingly:

"Ordinary people are obviously cheaper in salary, and there is no need for witches to take on those jobs. So, what happened to her... It can't be that she cheated on a witch during her marriage, and then felt sorry for you and the other party, so she wanted to leave this world?"

"No, no, of course not, and witches don't like women who are married to men."

Mr. Nelson denied it immediately, and didn't get angry at Xia De's guess, because things were more serious:

"You people with powerful strength probably don't understand, ordinary girls actually imagine from childhood that they also become witches who are forever young and have amazing power, my wife she..."

"I need to correct something."

Ms. Brock, who was on the side, interjected:

"Witches are not forever young. Although witches also have power, most girls can only stop at low levels. Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this is also very good, but in fact, most witches only do chores, assistants, or errands for higher-level witches. The difference between those low-level girls and ordinary women is only that they can rub fireballs."

"Rubbing fireballs" should refer to those relatively simple basic secret arts and spells.

"I have come to this step by relying not only on hard work but also on luck. Miss McCona, who can meet a high-level witch who is willing to teach her knowledge, is a good thing that ordinary witches dare not dream of.

I admit that witches do have great advantages over ordinary people, but don't think that life becomes simple after becoming a witch.

After awakening the talent and becoming a witch, you have to find a way to get into a witch academy. This requires finding books to learn by yourself, or going to a big city to attend a witch preparatory school. In a closed small room, squeezed together with other girls, watching the steam power combination blackboard, not knowing where the middle-aged frustrated witch stands on the floating board, lecturing various boring and boring topics.

Then it is applying for a witch academy. The average number of times of being admitted has exceeded five times now, and among them, most people can only go to that kind of school where the principal has barely reached a high level, and even if they are admitted to a publicly enrolled big academy, they cannot compare with top-level institutions like the Zalas Society that can only rely on relationships, talent, and luck for one-on-one recruitment."

Ms. Brock climbed up from the bottom step by step and was quite familiar with the ecology and society of witches.

Mr. Nelson nodded. Of course, he didn't dare to refute the words of a high-level witch:

"My wife is that kind of girl who longed to become a witch since childhood, but it's a pity that she has no talent, and she doesn't have the luck of meeting strange people in a toy store and awakening to become a witch in the story."

This story seemed somewhat familiar, and the story of Hope Town happened in 1068 of the Fifth Era, a thousand years ago from the current 2025.

"She kept the wish of becoming a witch until she was 26 years old before admitting that she probably really had no talent, so she married me. In the kingdom where we live, girls who get married at 26 are already old girls.

But fortunately, she loves me very much, and I love her very much. It's just that I know she still has the wish of childhood in her heart. Joining that witch organization and becoming an ordinary staff member probably also has something to do with her childhood wish."

He looked at the campfire in front of him dejectedly and sighed deeply:

"I thought that since she married me, she should understand that she had no hope of becoming a witch, but... I don't know if she really never gave up, or if she picked up her wish again after watching the witches around her.

In short, after she joined that witch organization, she often went to observe witches casting spells, and sometimes even secretly brought the materials used by witches to cast spells home."

Ms. Brock didn't speak this time, she almost understood.

Xia De sighed lightly:

"I can almost guess the story afterward. Please continue, haven't you persuaded your wife? Her behavior is very dangerous."

"I persuaded her, but she couldn't be persuaded on this matter alone. At first, I was very worried, but it continued for several years without any trouble, so I stopped talking about her.

About a year before I entered this wharf, one day she came home from work and told me happily that after assessment and permission, she could now do more critical work in the organization."

"What work?"

"Looking after the warehouse. No, don't be so surprised, of course not the witch's spellcasting material warehouse, let alone the library, just an ordinary goods warehouse. Their organization also conducts some business for ordinary people, so there are also some ordinary supplies."

"Come to think of it, what is the organization she joined? Is it a large organization?"

Miss McCona asked at this time, Mr. Nelson shook his head:

"Not big, just having five or six branches in the West Continent where we live. I don't understand witch matters, but it is said that it can only be considered medium-sized. The Association of Diviners, yes, it is this name."

Miss McCona shook her head to indicate that she had never heard of the "Association of Diviners." She had traveled all over the material world with her teacher before and hadn't lived in the West Continent for too long.

And Ms. Brock, who was from the West Continent, had some impression of this organization:

"It's that organization composed of diviners, right? I heard that they have existed for a long time, and their divination skills are not bad, but because they haven't produced a 13th-tier Great Witch, they are not very famous."

And the Outlander, who lives in the era where the Prophet Society has become the largest Ringed Shushi organization under the Zhengshen Sect by peddling "Luo De Pai," nodded in surprise:

"I know something about the Association of Diviners..."

Even because Xia De's lover Luweiya also worked in the association, he actually had more good feelings for Mr. Nelson:

"So your wife is responsible for looking after divination supplies?"

"Yes, just ordinary divination supplies. Compasses, divination cards, pendulum pendants, spirit boards... It is said that in order to make money, they sometimes sell some edge-ball supernatural items to ordinary people, which is a violation." ===== CHAPTER 2689 =====