Moriel nodded involuntarily. .
In the past half month, the biggest impression that Neverwinter has given her is that the attitude of ordinary city residents towards witches is not pretentious familiarity or indifference, but half curious and half accustomed.
A few days ago, when she was wandering in the harbor area, she happened to encounter a gust of wind that knocked down the empty wooden box on the dock. She subconsciously summoned a magical servant to catch the dropped box. Instead of screaming and fleeing, the busy crowd around them showed great interest in this transparent, footless giant.
This was an unprecedented experience for Moriel. Even on Sleeping Island, the islanders who migrated over had never been so close to witches. Although they still follow the orders of Her Royal Highness Tilly on the surface, in fact witches are still aliens in their hearts. Staying at a distance is the norm for most Fjords, and only explorers and some merchants don't mind the power they wield.
As for the Kingdom Continent, which was deeply influenced by the church, let alone how bad the situation was.
When Lian first brought back the news of the Western Region of Greycastle, Moriel was still skeptical, and it was not until she came here that she realized that those stories were still too conservative.
Especially seeing Lian leading a large group of people to climb up and down around the high-rise building, Evelyn running a pub that is very lively at all times, and candlelight, which used to be regarded as a useless person in the factory. She felt a trace of sincere envy at the scene of being welcomed by the crowd.
If it weren't for the fear of disturbing His Highness Tilly, Moriel would have long wanted to take the initiative to find a job.
Anyway, when she was on Sleeping Island, she never rested.
"Also, don't forget, we also have the biggest enemy, the devil." Tilly looked around the audience, "You already know the meaning of the Battle of Divine Will, even the Hermes Church is not worth mentioning in front of such an enemy. , so everyone is not all working for their own enjoyment. Every note means your contribution to Neverwinter and the entire human world. For witches, this will be an honor: because everyone It can be used to prove to the world that witches are also an indispensable, even important part of the human race!" She raised her right hand and clenched her fist tightly, "Sisters who are willing to accept recruitment, please come to the stage now."
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"Eighty-six jobs, a total of sixty-nine jobs have been agreed to. This result should be pretty good." After the meeting, Tilly handed the statistical list to Wendy, "Most of the remaining watchers are just hesitant. Give them some time, and I'm sure more people will be recruited by Neverwinter."
"It's more than good," Wendy said excitedly, "it's beyond His Majesty's expectations."
"Oh?" Tilly asked curiously, "How much did he guess?"
Wendy smiled and stretched out three fingers.
"Thirty people?" Tilly said angrily, "He also underestimated the Sleeping Charm."
"It's not so much that he underestimated everyone's enthusiasm, it's more your credit," Wendy put away her smile and bowed to the Fifth Princess seriously, "You don't have to say those words later."
If it was just a simple presentation of the recruitment process, the thirty people might have been optimistic guesses... It was Tilly's remarks for the sake of other sisters and raising the prestige of witches that moved most of the people present. As a former caretaker of the Mutual Aid Society, Wendy naturally knew what her companions lacked the most. Apart from a stable place to live, the rest was the approval of others.
After all, they have lived as ordinary people for more than ten years, and it is not so easy to be completely separated from the past.
"I said that for myself," Tilly smiled and shook her head, "I have seen a lot of interesting things from Roland, and I also know what an incredible city this is. If the battle of divine will is defeated, won't these be gone? So even if you can see more miracles for yourself, you have to do your best. Before the end of the winter, it is wise to hug each other to keep warm, isn't it?"
"... You are right." Wendy also laughed.
"It's a pity that not everyone agrees with my opinion," Tilly shrugged helplessly. "For example, the witches in the Eastern Territory, they probably won't accept recruitment in the end."
"You mean the small group headed by Akima?" Wendy wondered, "Since she doesn't deal with you, why did she go to the fjord with you?"
"It wasn't like this from the beginning," the fifth princess sighed, "Early before they merged into Sleeping Island, they knew the Bloodfang Society, and the latter had assisted them in defeating the church many times during their escape. Chase soldiers, so Akima and the others trust Hetty Morgan. This book is fine, but later, when the conflict between Bloodfang and Sleeping Spell broke out, a rift also appeared."
"It turns out that..."
"And I shot Heidi directly without notifying everyone, which caused Akima's disgust. So when they asked to leave the Sleeping Island on the Sleeping Beauty, I agreed to them." Tilly said slowly Said, "In fact, if the book hadn't come out to dissuade them that day, I'm afraid they would no longer be in Neverwinter."
"It's not your fault," Wendy comforted. "Hetty Morgan deserved what she deserved. She deceived the Wolfheart Witch."
"But it's also a fact that she helped Akima," Tilly didn't seem to want to investigate further, "If it were me, I might have a grudge in my heart. After all, they're not bad at heart."
"Well..." Wendy pondered for a moment, "I may be able to convince them, but..."
"But what?"
"Maybe get them out of Sleeping Charm."
"That's no different from now," Tilly said calmly, "If it's good for Roland and them, just go ahead and do it."
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"Is this... Really good?" Back at the residential building, Doris showed a worried look, "We have offended Lord Tilly, and now we are refusing the job of Lord Neverwinter. If it annoys the other party completely, I'm afraid we will be…”
This sentence was echoed by several other witches in the East.
"I think Doris is right. Roland Wimbledon is not an ordinary lord. He is now the king of Greycastle. Even if we can go back to the East, it will already be his territory."
"And we are not fighting witches. Once the opponent starts, we have no ability to resist at all."
"Come on, even if you can fight, can you still beat the madman Ashes? I bet she's already disliked us."
"Actually... I think the Witch League is pretty good to us."
"Don't think about it, they must be on the king's side. It would be good if they didn't help His Majesty to arrest us."
"Don't say it," Akima interrupted everyone's quarrel, "Roland Wimbledon will never use tough tactics, otherwise the image he created before will be in vain. If we agree to the recruitment order, then What happened to the previous persistence? In the end, we still have to rely on the Sleeping Charm. From the outsider’s point of view, we are no different from other witches.”
When she said these words, she was quite troubled in her heart. In all fairness, the Witch Union has really helped them a lot in the past two weeks. They did not oppress as expected, but treated them equally. Even the witch named Wendy came to talk to her several times about this matter. The kindness really made her feel a long-lost homecoming.
But Akima knew that she could only continue to be indifferent. She had a hunch that once she opened her mouth, it would be difficult to escape from the sleeping spell.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?" She turned around impatiently.
"It's me, Wendy," a familiar voice sounded outside the door, still calm and peaceful, "I want to talk to you, Miss Akima."