Ling's condition stabilized.
Just like the weird arrangement when they first boarded the ship, those mercenaries with wooden guns divided everyone into several groups. Those with broken skin and critical conditions were first carried into the strange wooden house for treatment, and then by year. Infants, families with children, and adults go in that order.
Lucia and Ling were at the front of the line. The whole treatment process was very fast. Blindfolded, she hugged her sister and walked into the hut with the help of the mercenary. It didn't take long before someone handed a pill to her. The balls were small and slightly sweet, and the other party also took the initiative to tell her that their sister's medicine had been fed by them, so that she didn't have to worry.
After walking out of the room and taking off her hood, she was pleasantly surprised to see Ling's complexion improving at a speed visible to the naked eye. 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 dying and regained a new life, they were almost overwhelmed with excitement, and they all knelt down and cheered at the gray-haired man in the distance, paying him the highest respect. It was learned from the mercenary that he was the lord of the place, in charge of the Western Territory, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.
Next, just as the rumors said, the lord not only lit a bonfire by the pier, cooked meat porridge and distributed it to everyone, but also told them that as long as they were willing to do things for the town, they could get rewards, food and shelter here. While enjoying the fragrant meat porridge, everyone talked a lot, saying that fortunately they boarded the fleet to the west, and praised His Highness for his kindness.
Only Lucia felt a hint of anxiety.
How on earth is she going to get in touch with the Co-Aid Society? The secretly circulated news only said that a group of witches stayed in Border Town, but did not mention how to find them. Probably an important part was lost in the process of spreading. She vaguely heard that the news came from a big city in the middle of the kingdom.
Just as everyone was filling their stomachs and was guided by the mercenaries to the wooden shack by the river, a woman's voice suddenly appeared behind Lucia.
"Are you looking for us?"
She was startled, she turned back and took two steps forward, ready to escape, but when the appearance of the person who came into her eyes, Lucia couldn't help standing in place.
God, what a beautiful woman she was, her long curly hair glowed softly orange under the flickering firelight, her eyes were as bright as stars, and the corners of her mouth showed a sweet smile. The most striking thing is that she exudes a temperament, which is no less than that of any noble, as if she is a great person in her own right.
"My name is Nightingale, I'm a witch, welcome to the town of the Western Region."
This feeling made Lucia lowered her head involuntarily, "I... my name is Lucia White, and I want to join you."
"Then come with me," Nightingale smiled, "I'll take you home."
At this time, the sun had already set in the mountains, and there was only a faint light left in the sky. Lucia, carrying the sleeping bell on her back, slowly followed behind her.
"When did you wake up?" she asked.
"Awakening?" Lucia was startled.
"It was the moment you transformed into a witch," Nightingale explained. "From now on, your body will continue to gather magic power. We call this transformation awakening."
"I think... about two years ago," recalled Lucia. "Do you mean demonic power?"
"That's just the church's rhetoric," she shook her head. "Magic power is an ability bestowed on us by God, and has nothing to do with good or evil. The so-called demon bite is just a backlash on the body when the magical power is full, and it can be avoided by practicing the ability. ."
"Can you not endure that kind of pain?" Lucia's eyes widened.
"That's right, if there was no church oppression, the witch would not have to suffer from backlash." Nightingale blinked, "And this is the home where we can freely use our abilities." She pointed behind her, "This cute little guy is your sister. What about the rest of your family?"
"All died, only me and Ling escaped," Lucia was silent for a moment, "a group of people attacked Golden Spike City, burning and looting everywhere. In order to resist them, my father was pierced by several swords in his chest, and my mother Let's run fast, and the result is..." A long-suppressed grief surged into her heart, preventing her from being able to utter a complete sentence. The hardships, hunger, thirst, and fear endured along the way all turned into grievances. For the sake of her sister, she gritted her teeth and persisted until now, but the line of defense built in her heart seemed to be unable to stop the violent ups and downs of her thoughts, and the sobbing soon changed. Cheng burst into tears, she knew it was bad, she should maintain etiquette when meeting for the first time, but the tears were like a storm, and she couldn't stop it.
Is this going to be hated by the other party? She felt her tears mingle with her snot, and her mouth was full of salty taste. However, to Lucia's surprise, a pair of arms wrapped around her and embraced her in a warm embrace. The other party gently patted the back of her head, completely ignoring the dirty things on her face that were washed with tears, and comforted her softly. Said: "Cry, just cry."
…
When Lucia calmed down and raised her head, she saw that the other person's shoulder was soaked with her own tears.
"Yes, I'm sorry..." she said blushing.
"It's okay, are you feeling better?" Nightingale took out a handkerchief to help her wipe her face, picked up the bell with one hand, and held her with the other, "Let's go, there are many sisters waiting for you."
Lucia had thought that the witches would be stationed in some inconspicuous abandoned warehouse and basement, but she didn't expect Nightingale to bring her into the castle district. Isn't this the lord's private domain? What surprised her even more was that the guard not only did not stop her, but also waved to her.
Could the co-assistance bring the whole town under control
When she went up to the third floor of the castle and walked into a brightly lit room, she was surprised to find that the man sitting opposite was the Lord Lord who had been cheered by the people before.
"This is the leader of the Witch League, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. He took in the witches who survived the mutual aid society and spread the news to other cities, hoping to attract more sisters who have nowhere to live," Nightingale introduced, " And this town is the home of witches. You don't have to doubt that, because it was the witch who treated your sister and all the sick people on the ship."
Lucia's mind was blank, she never imagined that there would be nobles willing to accept witches instead of treating witches as tools or slaves. When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly bowed and saluted, and the strange deviance made Nightingale laugh out loud, "It's okay, Your Highness doesn't care about these etiquettes."
"Are you from the East?" The Lord's voice was calm and relaxed, not like a question, but like a chat.
Lucia glanced at the other side secretly, and saw that he was sitting casually on the 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 her.
"So it turns out, two years of awakening, and now I'm not yet an adult..." he said with great interest, "So, what are your abilities?"
"Returning an item to its original appearance," Lucia hesitated, "but not for everything."
"The original appearance?" His Highness touched his chin and pushed a beautiful cup to the table, "Can you show it to me?"
"It's going to destroy it."
"It's okay."
Lucia nodded, walked over to the table, and put her hand over the cup.
After a while, the cup began to shrink and deform, and finally turned into three distinct substances: the leftmost one looked like a puddle of oil, dark and viscous, the middle was a small cluster of black powder, and the rightmost was a The clear water is slowly dripping down the table.
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