Chapter 740 (1/2)

Chapter 740: A Beautiful Night

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As night fell, Wendy went to the door of Scroll’s bedroom.

She held out her hand, hesitating whether she should knock or not. However, just at that moment, Scroll opened the door.

“I knew you would come find me.” Scroll smiled. “I also wanted to talk to you, just like we used to.”

Scroll had apparently taken an early shower as her long, wet hair was randomly hanging over her shoulders instead of being tied up. She had also placed a towel on her shoulders in order to avoid getting her night robe wet. At first glimpse, she appeared to be a little younger, with her flowing hair covering the wrinkles on her forehead. After leading an increasingly comfortable life in Neverwinter, she looked more mellow.

Only her wise and mature eyes remained unchanged.

Wendy could not help smiling and asked, “In your bedroom or mine?”

“Yours. Nightingale will come back much later than Leaf.”

“Ok.”

“You serve the Chaos Drinks.”

“What?!?”

“Of course you do, whoever initiates the conversation is also responsible for the drinks. That’s our old rule and you know it.”

“So that’s why you waited for me behind the door?”

“That’s right. Patience is the most important thing and also one of the lessons l draw from life. Now, have you learned your lesson?”

“Fine…”

As they went back to Wendy’s bedroom and cleared up the desk, Wendy took two glasses and a bottle of Chaos Drink out of a drawer and poured it into the glasses. The orange-red drinks reflected a flame-like light against the light from the Magic Stone.

“That’s what you got?” Scroll took a sip of it. “You’re lucky. In winter, it’s as good as Fire Dragon Wine…”

“I’m jealous of you.” Wendy stretched her hands.

“Don’t put it like that. We can enjoy such a drink thanks to Miss Evelyn.”

Roland figured out a very interesting way to distribute the Chaos Drinks of various tastes to each witch of the Witch Union. Each witch in each month had an opportunity to pick up a bottle of the Chaos Drinks created by Evelyn. No one knew what kind of flavor they would get as they would only see a number before the draw was revealed.

Therefore, on that day, the witches used to exchange their drinks or drink others’. Somehow, Maggie always got the most popular drink, making everyone wonder if Evelyn had revealed it to her.

As they took their time to enjoy the orange-red drink that warmed their hearts, they heard the sound of the cold wind outside the windows. They felt tipsy in the warm bedroom. They talked little as they could understand each other just by looking at one another.

In fact, Wendy had nothing specific to say and just felt very happy at the moment. When she closed her eyes, Roland Wimbledon’s earlier declaration would appear in her mind.

“Only I can be the leader.”