Chapter 65

The party to welcome the Grand Witch ended successfully.
The next day, the Great Witch signed a peace agreement with Aaron, announcing to all the clans that the long war had ended and that the two clans would renounce war and bloodshed and live together in peace.
There would be no more war in this world.
The people of both clans cheered, and all the clans were in a joyful mood, and the whole clan was very happy.
The Great Witch also signed a lot of supporting treaties with Aaron, for example, the people of the two clans could enter the territory of the two clans to exchange and play, allowing the two clans to intermarry and so on.
During these two days, Sophia also gained a lot of love from the witches. The witches were very satisfied with her reception, and they were curious about everything about the Wolf Clan, and Sophia answered patiently all the time.
"If there is anything that the witch clan can do to help, we are more than happy to help."
The elder witch said so as she finished signing the agreement.
Aaron and Sophia looked at each other, and Sophia took over.
"We do have something we would like to ask of you, if we may." Sophia said seriously.
"We found a Wiccan spell in some hidden place, a spell that is still in effect."
Sophia had been thinking about it since she got back that day, the power behind that dull totem felt very familiar to her, and when she was close, she seemed to feel a subtle strengthening of the connection between the MATE.
But she had always thought it was her illusion, and left it unsaid.
It just so happened that the Great Witch offered to help, and not wanting to hesitate to miss a glimpse of the possibility, she spoke up about it.
"I felt a familiar force near there, and I have a less than mature guess." Sophia hesitated for a moment, deliberating her wording, "I suspect that the werewolves' mate relationship cannot be connected, and it is likely to be related to the witch clan."
With a single word, everyone's eyes in the room moved to her.
There was surprise, bewilderment, and a little surprise and expectation.
The wolf clan's MATE relationship had disappeared for so long that they couldn't even find the reason for its disappearance, and now that there was a little clue, they were really surprised.
"Are you serious?" Aaron grabbed Sophia's hand and asked nervously, his voice trembling a little.
At that time in the hole in the ground, he did not get close to the totem to feel, naturally did not notice that there is something wrong, now think about it, some chagrin.
Sophia nodded seriously.
"I think we can go ask those rebels we captured back how they found there, maybe we can find more clues."
The big witch stood up and shook hands with them, "If it's really related to the witch tribe, we will definitely help this favor to the end."
"I'll trouble you."
After sending the Great Witch back to rest and getting them ready to go, Aaron and Sophia went to the dungeon once again to personally interrogate the rebels in custody.
There was no more useful information from Nick, so they split up and questioned everyone else, but nothing useful was obtained.
When they interrogated the old man captured in the rebel base, the old man had become a nervous wreck.
He was chained up, his thin, dry arms exposed, and struggled to lunge when he saw Sophia enter.
"Let me out, I want the goddess to hear my voice, let me out! Let me out!!! Let me out!!!"
Aaron held Sophia's hand, holding her back, and with ruthless eyes, he kicked the old man in the chest, nearly breaking him apart.
The guards were shocked and hurriedly dragged the old man backwards by his chains, still cursing at the same time.
"Get back! Offend the queen king, do you want to die quickly?!"
The old man was kicked a breath of air can not be lifted, was dragged by the limbs shrink, can not stop coughing.
"Don't try to play mind games! Answer whatever you are asked!"
The old man's attitude towards Sophia was frenzied from the beginning, and Sophia was already prepared for this, so she wasn't frightened by this sudden 'attack' of his.
Seeing Aaron's cold face, showing an expression that one kick was not enough and he wanted to add a few more, Sophia hurriedly yanked him.
"Don't fight, what if it kills you."
The old man's skinny body really didn't look like it could hold up to Aaron's second kick.
The interrogation began, and the old man was forced to sit on the floor directly across from them, drooping his head in an unhinged manner, with no hint of the rebel hierarchy.
Sophia remembered what his minder had said.
"Our master, unlike the others, is hardly involved in plots and assassinations, a notorious coward, and there are many within who despise him, but he holds an important secret in his hands, and he is very obsessed with it."
"From the time we followed him, the most he did was to stay in that place to worship the moon goddess, he had a very fanatical faith and very persistent pursuit, he gave everything for these, money, power, even his family, we could not understand."
"But he always said that all this will come back if he can achieve his goal, how is a dead man going to come back?"
"Tell me the secret of that cave." Aaron stated the purpose directly.
The old man reached out and tugged at the few remaining hairs, his eyes averted as he lied, "What secret, I don't know what the secret of that cave is."
"Don't know?" Aaron asked slowly.
The old man screamed and was lifted up by the guards by his hair, his voice hoarse and hard to hear.
He fell to the ground, covering his scalp, which had been torn in pieces, and looked timidly at the fierce guards, shivering and afraid to speak.
"You say you can hear the voice of the goddess?" Sophia's voice said softly, "What makes you think I can help you, what's so special about me?"
"If I can help you, what do I need to do ......" Sophia's voice and attitude were warm to the core, as if pulling the old man instantly from the dirty prison into the middle of a garden with just the right amount of sunlight and fragrant flowers.
The old man looked at Sophia, his hollow eyes with a hint of yearning, his dry, cracked and peeling lips quirked, his voice small and weak.
"It's in that cave, and as long as you are there, I can hear the voice of the goddess, and if you come with me there must be a way ......"
"Then I'll change the question." Sophia's voice was even softer.
"How do you know that you can hear the voice of the goddess in the cave, is there something you found in the cave?"
The old man's eyes dodged even more, not even daring to look at her.
Sophia watched his expression carefully and almost knew it in her heart.
Sophia asked again, "Is that thing still there?"
"No, it's not there anymore."
This time he answered quickly, as if he had thought about it many times in his mind and knew she would ask the question.
"Then it seems to be really there." Sophia nodded with understanding.
The old man's face fell and he denied it with a flourish.
"No, no, really, even if there was, it's gone now, I can't find it."
Sophia smiled: "Would you easily throw away something so important?"
The old man deliberately put on a fierce look to get her to stop asking, and Aaron, who was standing guard, just gently moved his ankle and made him put his head back down.
"Where did you hide the stuff?" Sophia thought for a moment, "Is it hidden in the cave?"
"Yes!" A series of rebukes raised the old man to a very wary level.
"Oh, then it seems not."
"Is it hidden on the body, then?"
"No! I don't have anything on me, you guys didn't search me!" The old man quickly denied it.
This time, Sophia didn't need to say anything, Aaron had already commanded the guards to grab the old man.
"Search."
Aaron turned sideways and broke Sophia's head over, covering her eyes and staring indifferently as the guards stripped the old man clean.
But they didn't get anything from him.
The old man quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said arrogantly, "I told you, I'm not hiding anything, and you still don't believe me."
Sophia, whose back was turned to the old man, suddenly spoke again.
"Where do you think something important, something larger than life, is the safest place to hide it, and the least likely to be found?"
Aaron frowned.
If it was him, he would definitely choose to keep it on himself because he was confident he could guard whatever was on him, but if it was this old man in front of him, he wasn't sure anymore.
Sophia seemed to know what was on Aaron's mind, and placed her hand on the stomach opposite him and gave it a gentle press.
Aaron came to his senses.
He explained a few words to the guards and led Sophia out.
Within a few minutes, the old man's screams came from the cage, and there seemed to be the sound of tearing cloth, the screams continued for a short time before stopping, and the guards came out with a blood-stained object.
It was a well-sealed square object, only a thin layer, sewn into the old man's own body.
The werewolf is robust and recovering, even lacerations do not scar easily, and if there is any place he considers the safest, it must be his own body.
Because even if he died, no one would think that what they were looking for was hidden in this flesh and blood, so that things would disappear with him and never be found.
Selfish and despicable.
The guards rinsed the item before bringing it back to them. Aaron took the item and opened it, inside was a small piece of well-preserved silk that looked some years old.
On the silk was written a line of mutilated sentences.
In this place blood sacrifice can regain the favor of the goddess, you can achieve the wishes you want to achieve.
The rest of the writing has become blurred and can no longer be distinguished, but the power contained in the silk is very majestic and very familiar.
Probably the old man was reading this and firmly believed that the moon goddess could grant all his wishes.
Sophia drew a cold breath.
If that was the case, how many lives had they taken to try it.
She was a little chagrined that if it wasn't for the fact that she was fighting in the cave, blood was flowing all over the floor and the air smelled of blood everywhere, she wouldn't have failed to notice that it was actually a place of sacrifice.
That night, Sophia took the cloth and looked at it under the lamp all night, but could not see any other information, and finally Aaron could not stand it and carried her to bed, tossing and turning several times before she fell asleep from exhaustion.
The next morning, Sophia sat with the big witch in the carriage and took out the strip of cloth she found from the old man yesterday.
"This cloth has traces of witchcraft on it, the surface content is a cover up, the real content can only be seen when the witchcraft is undone." The great witch studied it for a while and gave the cloth back to her, "Wait until you get to the place you said before you try to unravel it."