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As with the strange arrangement when they first boarded the ship, the mercenaries with wooden guns on their backs divided everyone into groups, and the fleshy and critically ill were carried into the strange wooden hut first for treatment, and then in the order of the young, families with children, and adults.

Lucia and Suzu were at the front of the line - the whole process was very fast, and she was blindfolded, holding her sister, and walked into the hut with the help of the mercenary. She didn't have to wait long for someone to deliver a pill to her. The balls were small and slightly sweet, and the other party also took the initiative to tell her that her sister's medicine had been fed by them, so she didn't have to worry.

After walking out of the room and taking off the hood, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Suzu's complexion was improving at a visible rate, and although she was still in a coma, her forehead was no longer hot, the flushing on her face had faded, and the dark spots had disappeared without a trace.

When everyone was freed from the fear of imminent death and reborn, they were almost overwhelmed with emotion, and they all knelt down and cheered at the gray-haired man in the distance, paying him the highest respect. From the mouth of the mercenary, it is known that he is the lord of the land, the ruler of the West, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.

As the rumors say, the lord not only lit a bonfire by the dock and cooked porridge to distribute to everyone, but also told them that if they were willing to do something for the town, they would receive a reward, food, and shelter here. While everyone was enjoying the fragrant porridge, they all talked about it, saying that they were fortunate to board the fleet to the west, and praised His Highness for his kindness.

Only Lucia felt a hint of anxiety.

How on earth would she get in touch with the Mutual Aid? The secret message only said that a group of witches had been left in the border town, but there was no mention of how to find them—probably an important part of the spread had been lost, and she had vaguely heard that the news had come from a large city in the middle of the kingdom.

Just as everyone was filling their stomachs and being guided by the mercenaries to the wooden hut by the river, a woman's voice suddenly appeared behind Lucia.

"Are you looking for us?"

Startled, she turned around and took two steps forward, ready to flee, but Lucia froze in place when the image of the visitor caught her eye.

Oh my God, what a beautiful woman she was, her long curly hair glowing softly orange in the flickering firelight, her eyes as bright as stars, and a sweet smile on her lips. The most striking thing is the temperament she exudes, which is not inferior to any nobleman, as if she is a great man herself.

"My name is Nightingale, I'm a witch, and welcome to Westland. ”

This feeling made Lucia can't help but lower her head, "I...... My name is Lucia White and I want to join you. ”

"Then come with me," Nightingale smiled slightly, "I'll take you home." ”

By this time the sun had set over the mountains, and only a faint light remained in the sky, and Lucia slowly followed her with the sleeping bell on her back.

"When did you wake up?" she asked.

"Awakening?" Lucia was stunned.

"It's the moment you become a witch," Nightingale explained, "and from now on, there will be a constant flow of magic in you, and we call this transformation an awakening." ”

"I want to ...... About two years ago," Lucia recalled, "Does magic mean demonic power?"

"That's just the rhetoric of the church," she shook her head, "magic is a power given to us by God, and it has nothing to do with good or evil. The so-called demon phagogue is nothing more than a backlash to the body when the magic power is full, and it can be avoided by practicing ability. ”

"Can you not bear that pain?" Lucia's eyes widened.

"Yes, if there were no church oppression, witches would not have had to suffer from revolt. Nightingale blinked, "And this is the home where we can use our abilities freely." She pointed behind her, "Is this cute little creature your sister?

"They are all dead, only me and Suzu escaped," Lucia was silent for a moment, "A group of people attacked Golden Spike City, burning and looting everywhere, and my father was ...... in order to resist them Several swords pierced her chest, and my mother told us to run, but we ...... "a long-suppressed grief welled up in her heart, and she could no longer speak in full." The hardships, hunger and thirst, and fear endured along the way all turned into grievances gushing out, for the sake of her sister, she gritted her teeth and persevered until now, but the line of defense built in her heart seemed to be no longer able to stop the violent ups and downs of thoughts, and the sobbing soon turned into crying loudly, she knew that this was not good, and she should maintain etiquette when she met for the first time, but the tears were like a storm, and she couldn't stop it.

She felt her tears and snot mingle together, and her mouth was full of saltiness. However, to Lucia's surprise, a pair of arms wrapped around her and hugged her into a warm embrace, and the other party gently patted the back of her head, not minding the dirty things on her face that were washed with tears, and comforted softly: "Cry, just cry." ”

......

When Lucia calmed down and raised her head, she saw that the other party's shoulders were soaked with her own tears.

"yes, I'm sorry......" she said with a blushing face.

"It's okay, are you better?" Nightingale took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, picked up the bell with one hand, and led her with the other, "Let's go, there are many sisters waiting for you." ”

Lucia had expected the witches' residence to be located in some inconspicuous abandoned warehouse and basement, but the Nightingale had led her into the castle district, wasn't this the lord's private domain, and to her surprise, the guards not only did not stop her, but waved at her.

Could it be that the Mutual Aid Society has taken control of the whole town?

When she went up to the third floor of the castle and entered a brightly lit room, she was surprised to find that the man sitting across from her was the lord who had received the cheers of the people before.

"This is the leader of the League of Witches, His Highness Roland Wimbleton. He took in the surviving witches of the Mutual Aid and spread the word to other cities in the hope of recruiting more sisters who had nowhere to live," Nightingale said, "and this town is home to witches. You don't need to doubt it, because the person who treated your sister and all the sick on board was the witch. ”

Lucia's mind went blank, she had no idea that there would be nobles willing to take witches in instead of treating them as tools or slaves. When she came back to her senses, she bowed in a panic, and the strange posture of the out-of-shape made the nightingale couldn't help but laugh, "It's okay, Your Highness doesn't care about these etiquette." ”

"You're from the East?" the lord's voice was calm and relaxed, not like a question, but like a small talk.

Lucia glanced at the other party secretly, only to see him sitting casually in a chair, his expression full of interest.

"Yes......"

As the conversation deepened and Nightingale explained and supplemented, her mood gradually relaxed, although the other party was a nobleman, he did not have an aggressive attitude, but seemed to be an elder who cared about him.

"I see, two years after awakening, and now I am not yet an adult......," he said with interest, "So, what are your abilities?"

"Turning an item back to its original form," Lucia hesitated, "but it doesn't work for everything. ”

"What it was?" His Highness touched his chin and pushed a beautiful cup to the table, "Can you show me?"

"It's going to ruin it. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Lucia nodded, walked over to the table, and placed her hand on top of the cup.

After a while, the cup began to shrink and deform, eventually dissolving into three distinct substances: the leftmost one looked like a puddle of oil, pitch black and viscous, with a small cluster of black powder in the middle, and a pool of clear water dripping down the table on the far right.

. (To be continued.) )