Moriel couldn't help but nod.

In the past half a month, the biggest impression that Neverwinter has given her is the attitude of ordinary city citizens towards witches - not pretending to be familiar, nor indifferent and repulsive, but half curious, half habitual.

A few days ago, while she was wandering around the harbor area, she happened to encounter a gust of wind that knocked down the empty wooden crates on the docks, and she subconsciously summoned a magical servant to catch the falling crates. Instead of screaming and fleeing, the busy crowd showed great interest in the transparent footless giant.

It was an unprecedented experience for Moriel, and even on the Isle of Sleep, the migrated islanders had never been so close to witches. Although they still follow the orders of Tilly on the surface, the witch is still an alien in their hearts. Staying away is the practice of most Fiordlanders, and only explorers and some merchants don't mind the power they have.

As for the kingdom continent, which is deeply influenced by the church, not to mention how bad the situation is.

When Lian first brought back the news of the western frontier of Greykeep, Moriel was still skeptical, until she arrived here and realized that the stories were still too conservative.

In particular, she felt a hint of envy when she saw Lian leading a large number of people up and down the tall buildings, Evelyn running a tavern that was very lively at all times, and Candlelight, which used to be regarded as useless, being welcomed by everyone in the factory.

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing Her Highness Tilly, Moriel would have wanted to take the initiative to find a job.

Anyway, she was never idle when she was on the Sleeping Island.

"And let's not forget that we have one of our greatest enemies - the devil. Tilly looked around, "You already know the significance of the Battle of the Divine Will, even the Church of Hermes is not worth mentioning in the face of such an enemy, so everyone is not all working for their own pleasure. Each note represents your contribution to Neverwinter and the entire human world, and it will be an honor for witches: because they can prove to the world that witches are also an indispensable, even important part of the human race!" she raised her right hand, clenched into a fist, "Sisters who are willing to accept recruitment, please come up to the stage now-"

......

"Of the eighty-six jobs, a total of sixty-nine were promised, and the result should be not bad. After the meeting ended, Tilly handed the list to Wendy, "Most of the remaining waiters are just hesitant, if you give them some more time, I believe more people will accept Winter's recruitment." ”

"Not bad," Wendy exclaimed, "it's beyond Your Majesty's expectations. ”

"Oh?" Tilly asked curiously, "how much did he guess?"

Wendy smiled and held out three fingers.

"Thirty?" Tilly said angrily, "he's underestimating the Sleeping Charm." ”

"It's not so much that he underestimated everyone's enthusiasm, but rather that you're the culmination," Wendy put away her smile and bowed to the Five Princesses earnestly, "You didn't have to say the rest of the words. ”

If it were just a simple announcement of the recruitment process, thirty people might already be an optimistic guess...... It was Tilly's words "for the sake of the other sisters, and for the sake of raising the reputation of witches" that moved most of the people present. As a former caretaker of the Mutual Aid Society, Wendy naturally knows what her companions lack the most—apart from a stable place to live, the rest is the approval of others.

After all, they have lived as ordinary people for more than ten years, and it is not so easy to completely break with the past.

"I'm saying that for myself," Tilly smiled and shook her head, "I've seen a lot of interesting things from Roland, and I know what an incredible city it is. If the battle of the divine will is defeated, won't all of this be gone? Until the end of the winter comes, it's wise to hug each other to keep warm, isn't it?"

“...... You're right. Wendy laughed too.

"It's a pity that not everyone agrees with me," Tilly shrugged helplessly, "Like those witches in the East, they probably won't be recruited in the end." ”

"You mean the small group led by Azima?" Wendy wondered, "why did she go to the fjord with you when she didn't deal with you?"

"It wasn't like that at the beginning," the Five Princesses sighed, "they knew the Blood Fang Society long before they were annexed to the Isle of Sleep, and the latter helped them repel the Church's pursuers many times during their escape, so Azima and the others trusted Hety Morgan. This was nothing, but then the rift was created as the conflict between the Blood Fang Society and the Sleeping Spell erupted. ”

"That's ...... so"

"And I shot directly at Herty without informing everyone, which caused Aqima's disgust. So when they asked to leave Sleeping Island on the Sleeping Beauty, I said yes. Tilly said slowly, "Actually, if it hadn't been for the scroll's dissuasion that day, they probably wouldn't have been in Neverwinter." ”

"It's not your fault," Wendy reassured, "Hety Morgan deserves it, she deceived the Wolfheart Witch." ”

"But it's true that she helped Azima," Tilly didn't seem to want to go into any further detail, "and if it were me, I might have a grudge in my heart." After all, they don't have bad intentions. ”

"Hmm......" Wendy muttered for a moment, "I might have a way to convince them, but ......"

"But what?"

"It might take them out of the spell of slumber. ”

"That's no different than now," Tilly said calmly, "if it's good for Roland and them, go ahead and do it." ”

"That's ...... Is it really good?" Doris looked worried back at the residence, "We've offended Lord Tilly, and now we're refusing Lord Neverwinter's job, and if we annoy each other completely, I'm afraid we'll all ......"

This was echoed by several other Witches of the East.

"I think Doris is right, Roland Wimbledon is no ordinary lord, he is now the king of the Grey Keep, and even if we can go back to the East, it will already be his domain. ”

"And we're not battle witches, once the other party makes a move, we don't even have the slightest ability to resist. ”

"Come on, even if you could fight, would you be able to beat that madman from Ashes? I bet she's been disagreeing with us for a long time. ”

"Actually...... I think the League of Witches is pretty good for us. ”

"Don't think about it, they will definitely be on the king's side, and it will be good if they don't help His Majesty arrest us when the time comes. ”

"Don't say anything," Azima interrupted the argument, "Roland Wimbledon will never use strong tactics, otherwise the image he has created will be in vain." If we had agreed to the recruitment order, what would have become of our previous insistence? In the end, we would have to rely on the Sleeping Charm, and to outsiders, we would be no different from other witches. ”

When she said this, she was also quite entangled in her heart. In all fairness, the Witch Alliance has really helped them a lot in the past half a month, and they have not been bullied as expected, but they have treated them equally, and even the witch named Wendy has come to talk to her several times about this matter, and her kind attitude does make her feel a sense of homecoming that she has not felt for a long time.

But Azima knew that she could only remain apathetic, and she had a hunch that once she opened her mouth, she would never be able to escape the spell of slumber again.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Who?" she looked back impatiently.

"It's me, Wendy," a familiar voice sounded outside the door, still calm, "I want to talk to you, Miss Azima." ”8)