Chapter 666 (2/2)

This should help to maintain everything for a few years—Nightingale and Scroll’s ability temporarily preserved the integrity of the organization. But he also knew that the situation should be resolved in an alternative method, otherwise, the witches could easily be at risk again. And this time the enemy would come from the internal departments.

“Summon every one of City Hall to gather in the castle hall tomorrow. I’ll personally give them a briefing to talk about the importance of discipline and responsibility.”

Of course, there were also rewards and punishments—they should know how to choose when faced with the pressures and prospects of the Battle of Divine Will.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Barov bowed.

Looking at the old director’s back as he left, Roland was satisfied and had a sip of his tea.

He knew the reason for Barov’s loyalty—Barov enjoyed the satisfaction that the power brought whilst chasing power, and also made good use of his power at the same time. Barov was undoubtedly a very suitable person for the new regime. Perhaps in the future of City Hall, only he could contend with Edith.

The second good news came from Wendy.

“Evelyn’s ability has been evolved?” Roland was a little surprised when he heard the news.

As far as he could remember, Evelyn’s magic indicators were very balanced and did not seem prominent. He was quite surprised that she actually became the first witch on Sleeping Island to evolve.

“Yes… Agatha has confirmed this, but…” Wendy bitterly smiled. “The evolved ability is so weird that I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Take her to my office,” he said excitedly.

…

Evelyn went to the third floor of the castle, together with several glass bottles.

Roland noticed that each bottle was filled with different colors of liquid.

“Her magic power looks like a gray ball…” Nightingale whispered in his ear, “but the shape isn’t fixed.”

“What’s the total amount of magic power?”

“The level of improvement is good. At the moment, she’s between Soraya and Maggie.”

Roland nodded and looked at Evelyn. “What’s inside the bottles?”

“The drinks that I’ve made with my ability in these days.” She seemed a bit dejected. “They taste different, and I absolutely lose control of the last result… The only thing in common is that they all can be drunk.”

“Drinks?”

Roland’s curiosity grew immense.

He found a few cups and poured himself a glass from each bottle.

When he first tasted the light blue drink, it was indescribably delicious, like a fruit juice mix, but also with a hint of refreshing coldness.

Just drinkable? This is way too good a drink!