The fire in the house burned brightly, reflecting half of the floor red.

Listening to the crackling sound of firewood, and then looking out the window at the howling north wind and snow, Azima felt warm all over her body. Perhaps it was the sequelae of her childhood often rummaging through the garbage heap for food, usually in winter, her hands would have frostbite, cracking and molting, and after moving to the sleeping island, it did not get better, but became more serious due to long-term exposure to salty seawater.

And now, with only a few shallow cuts on her fingers, no blood, and no pain—although frostbite sores were not unbearable compared to the hardships of wandering and begging, no one would dislike being less painful. She almost forgot this kind of whole-body experience.

The living environment of Neverwinter is truly magical, and even the most common dwellings are very different from other towns.

For example, in this brick house, the walls are painted with thick mortar on both sides, and every corner of the windows is closely connected to the masonry, so even if the wind and snow outside are heavy, the interior will not be affected much, otherwise it is difficult to maintain enough temperature with a single fireplace. In other words, it is an ordinary residence in Golden Harvest City, and at this moment, I am afraid that it is leaking everywhere, and the doors and windows are howling.

In addition, there is a hole in the fireplace, which can channel some of the heat under the bed in the bedroom next door, and when the fire is turned off in the middle of the night, the bed is basically warm.

And that's just a small part of what she found. Details like these are everywhere in Neverwinter, and the longer you live, the deeper you feel—sometimes Aqima can't help but wonder if the city wasn't built because people need to settle here.

It is a paradise born for enjoyment.

As for why it was built in the western realm, which was most affected by the evil moon, it was because of the contrast: the warmth felt in the land of spring was obviously not as impressive as the warmth of the ice and snow underground. The more impossible it is, the more commendable it is when it is achieved.

For a moment, she almost believed the idea herself.

"The soup is ready, and dinner is ready for dinner. Doris walked out of the kitchen with a pot of soup and placed it on the low table in the living room.

“...... I'm sorry for you," Azima handed him a cushion and sat down at the table herself.

Two dishes and one soup, all based on mushrooms - this Western specialty, known as the bird's nose mushroom, has an excellent fat taste and fragrant juice, no need for extra seasoning, just sprinkle some salt, no matter how you do it, it is delicious. But she also knew that it was actually the cheapest ingredient in Neverwinter, and that its price was comparable to that of wheat.

"Hehe, I bought a lot of mushrooms in the house while the market was clearing," Doris said happily, "Even if we run out of food this winter, these mushrooms should be enough for us to survive until the beginning of spring." Although the taste will not be so delicious after a long time, it can at least fill the stomach. ”

Aqima scooped up a spoonful of the soup, and under the light of the fire, the little oil flowers wafting on the soup noodles reflected the golden luster, which looked quite tempting. When she put it in her mouth, the full fragrance immediately filled her mouth, and flowed all the way down the hot soup into her stomach, making her entire abdomen warm.

It's still impeccable, but she doesn't have the appetite she used to.

After only two spoonfuls, Azima put down the small bowl in his hand.

"What's wrong?" Doris quickly noticed something strange about her.

"I'm thinking...... Was the decision made that day wrong," Aqima whispered after a long silence, "Leaving here should have been my plan alone, but now it has deprived everyone and their long-lost relatives of the opportunity to live a better life." If Bai Li hadn't escaped the spell of sleep, they might have lived in a large heated house at the moment, instead of several people crammed into a small house, and there was no room to turn over. ”

"Why did you say this all of a sudden...... Doris was stunned, and then comforted, "No matter how small the house is, it is always a sheltered place, not to mention that their relatives will move out one after another after saving up for a down payment, although it is not as good as the residence of the Sleeping Spell, but I think it is already very good for two people to live." Compared to when I was wandering—"

"But it's not what it used to be!" she interrupted, even in a somewhat irritable tone.

Azima had misestimated her own abilities, and she had mispredicted the situation—how could she have pulled down her face and done such a thing, even if the other sisters didn't care, she didn't want Tilly's gang to see her jokes.

She submitted several job applications to the city hall in the manner of an ordinary resident, but none of them were approved. The Ministry of Construction and the Ministry of Industry recruited all sturdy adult males, which meant that she could not work on the minimum construction sites and kiln areas. In addition, most positions have literacy requirements, and those with slightly better pay also need a primary education graduation certificate. Even the clerk at the town hall advised her to go to the academy to complete her studies first, so as not to delay her bright future.

Of the six now, only Doris and White Pear have precarious jobs: the former is employed by the League of Witches to re-demonize the enchanted bronze rod created by Miss Mystery Moon, and the salary is close to that of the witches who live in the castle, earning about thirty or forty silver wolves a day. It's a pity that this job doesn't happen every day, and it doesn't necessarily happen once a week when it's rare.

The latter works in a tailor's shop, and since it has nothing to do with ability, the remuneration is basically the same as that of ordinary people, ranging from fifteen to twenty silver wolves a month, depending on the specific working day.

The other sisters also encountered the same dilemma as themselves.

In other words, the living expenses of the six of them fell on Doris and Bai Li.

Because of this, the warmer and more comfortable her life is, the more guilty Aqima feels - when she rejected Wendy's kindness, she wanted to prove herself to the guy named Nightingale, she was not a coward, and she could go on her own way even without relying on the Sleeping Charm. But now such a situation undoubtedly embarrassed her.

Therefore, there was also a hint of impatience in her voice.

But as soon as he blurted out the words, Aqima regretted it, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ......"

"It's okay," Doris took her hand, "I know how you feel, and I want to say that it's no one's fault that everyone agreed with you and decided to leave the Sleeping Charm together. As for such a trivial matter as living expenses, don't even pay attention to it, you have paid so much for us before, can't you let us repay some of it now?"

"I'm not doing it for your reward. ”

"And we'll be the same, okay?" said Doris, blinking.

"But ......" Aqima didn't know what to do for a while, looking at the other party with a sincere face, she suddenly felt something in her eyes - this feeling that had not appeared for a long time was as strange as a rusty iron lock, and it was even a little sour when it was opened again. However, she tried her best to endure it, as a leader trusted by everyone, the words just now were out of shape, and she could not allow herself to make mistakes again and again.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?" she quickly turned her head away, withdrew her hand and stood up, both inquiring and covering up.

"It's me, Wendy," replied the other, "Your Majesty Roland wants to talk to you." ”