From the very beginning, Enoch believed that Horn was the one capable of changing the current situation of the wild witches. So, he highly agreed with Ian Parker's statement.
"Stop causing trouble. I'm already worried sick," Horn said irritably.
"Why be worried? Brother Horn, haven't you been looking for fellow wild witches? There are many potential companions over there. You should be happy," Annie said. Annie had witnessed Ian Parker save the dying Horn that day and had a good impression of him, thinking he was a trustworthy person.
"I just think it's too sudden and I'm at a loss," Horn said, covering his head.
"Are you going to that place in three days?" Enoch asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, I'm going!"
No matter how annoyed he was, Horn wouldn't shy away from what he had to do.
...
Three days later
Parker Library
Ian was organizing the library's documents. Even though he had decided to leave in more than ten days, he still wanted to organize the library before leaving.
"Is this your daily life?" Horn's voice came from behind him.
"I'm glad you finally came," Ian said without turning around. Horn wasn't surprised either, as this guy had said he had extremely sharp senses.
"If you have such a life, why go to the God - Forsaken Land? Isn't this kind of life great? You don't have to worry about food or clothing and you have a certain status."
Ian Parker's life was particularly good among all the wild witches. Moreover, with his powerful senses, if he didn't expose himself actively, no one would associate him with wild witches.
"What's there to envy about this kind of life? I have to be on tenterhooks all day long, not daring to tell the world who I am. I have to keep my senses at their sharpest all the time and even sleep with one eye open. Who knows when the Black - robed Deacons will come and arrest me."
Ian Parker suddenly let out a self - deprecating laugh:
"Guys like me may not even need the Black - robed Deacons to make a move. I can't even beat an ordinary North Wind Knight."
"Is the God - Forsaken Land such a good place? It's a chaotic and lawless place. With your strength, you may not even be able to survive there."
In these three days, Horn had also found out what kind of place the God - Forsaken Land was. Living there was definitely not as comfortable as living in Leon City.
"But in the God - Forsaken Land, you don't have to live in hiding!
People there know I'm a wild witch but won't report me to the church. And no one will always be thinking about tying me to the stake and burning me!
My ability is to save people. I love saving people. I want to be respected by others through my ability, instead of being treated like this, where having the ability to save people is also a sin!"
Horn fell silent. He didn't know how to refute. Everyone had their own choices and he had no right to interfere.
As it got dark, there were no more pedestrians on the road. The Parker Library had hung up the closed sign.
People in various disguises to conceal their identities gradually entered the closed library. They were all wild witches!
On the second floor of the library, the seats around the long table were all occupied. Everyone was waiting for Ian to arrive.
Tonight was their regular meeting. The previous meetings were just temporary gatherings called by Ian.
According to the plan, this would be their last meeting before going to the God - Forsaken Land. There should be something very important to say at this meeting, so all fifteen members were present without exception.
Once everyone had arrived, Ian walked up the stairs and stood in front of the crowd.
Leaning on the table, he said mysteriously to everyone:
"Guys, do you remember the new fellow countrymen I mentioned a few days ago? After my investigation, they are trustworthy. I think they will bring you some surprises."
"What surprises? Stop being so mysterious," the short and stocky man said in a rough voice. His code name was Troll. According to his friends' guesses, he got this nickname because he was relatively short...
"I didn't say it a few days ago. Now, let me clarify. This new fellow is extremely powerful. So, I plan to give up my position as the leader and let him take over."
Ian said astonishingly.
"No!" All the wild witches said in unison.
"Can he be more powerful than the Black - robed Deacons of the church? Even if he is about as powerful as them, so what? As soon as the church people come, we'll be at their mercy. It's better to let you, with your sharp senses, continue to lead us. At least you can help us avoid danger," the tall and thin man said. This man was wearing a gray overcoat and a smiling mask on his face. His code name was Smiley.
"He is more powerful than the White - robed Deacons of the church," Ian said word by word, something he wouldn't have believed six days ago.
"Impossible!"
"I've never heard of a wild witch that powerful."
"Are you talking about sorcerers? They're a bunch of lunatics."
Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Ian wasn't angry. He wouldn't have believed it either before he witnessed that battle with his own eyes.
"I know you won't believe it. He is the Evil - faced Man that the church has been hunting down!"
"Isn't the Evil - faced Man a sorcerer?" someone asked doubtfully.
"At first, I didn't believe it either. But I saw it with my own eyes. He is a wild witch, not a sorcerer."
Seeing that everyone looked disbelieving, Ian sighed. "It seems you all don't believe me. So, you'd better see for yourselves. You should believe it when you see it with your own eyes."
He walked to the door, opened it, and shouted down the stairs:
"Mr. Evil - faced Man, you can come in now."
After Ian shouted, three people in black robes walked out of the stairs one after another. The one in the lead had gold - embroidered lines on his clothes, while the other two had silver - embroidered lines. One of them, judging from the outline, should be a thin woman.
These three people were exactly Horn and his two companions.
"You said it was an Evil - faced Man. Why are there three people?"
A hunched figure hidden in a dark green overcoat said. His code name was Voice.
"Oh, I forgot to mention just now. They are also a small wild - witch organization with three people in total," Ian quickly added.
"Just now, the Scholar said you are more powerful than the White - robed Deacons. I think you need to prove it," the short and stocky man with the code name Troll said in a gruff voice.
Facing his question, the corner of Horn's mouth hidden under the hood slightly curled up. It was so easy to show his power to a group of ordinary wild witches.
He placed his hand on the table, silently recited the spell, and a pale blue electric glow shot out from his hand, instantly enveloping the whole room.
All the wild witches, including Ian, changed their expressions. Those sitting on the chairs suddenly jumped up, and the hair of all the wild witches without hats stood on end!
The power of the Thunder Touch wasn't very strong. When the power was spread among so many people, it became even weaker.
But even such a power really shocked these people.
"Do you still need proof now?" Horn calmly scanned their eyes and said.