"Do you think he'll agree?"
Roland asked Nightingale after Thunder's footsteps faded away.
"I don't know," Nightingale replied slowly. "But he meant what he said."
Roland nodded and did not say anything else. Apart from Lightning, Thunder also had his own reasons for staying. As a famous explorer in the Fjords, Thunder was the ideal candidate to attract people from the Fjords to join him or to serve as the core of the fleet.
According to Agatha, the Red Mist should have covered more than half of the Kingdom of Everwinter by now. When the First Army arrived, even the border of the Kingdom of Wolfheart would not be spared. Under such circumstances, rescuing people along the coastline or attacking from the flanks would be necessary. The evacuation of the Northernmost Port showed that a powerful fleet could relieve a lot of pressure on the ground forces.
Although the merchant ships seemed to be moving in an orderly manner, it was impossible for them to enter the Red Mist area and fight the demons. It was not difficult for Neverwinter to gather a few large ships, but they lacked well-trained sailors and people who could command the fleet.
If Thunder was willing to stay, these problems would undoubtedly be solved.
However, Roland also knew that he could not force Thunder to agree. He could only wait for Thunder to think it over.
When he picked up his pen and was about to continue his work, a telephone suddenly rang.
Judging from the line, the caller was from the Witch Building in the Castle District.
"Hello?"
"Your Majesty, this is Vendy." A familiar voice came from the other end of the line. "The Shallow Port's checkpoint reported that they found a witch."
…
"Excuse me … Sir, where are you taking us?"
Thylane asked cautiously while holding Momo's hand.
Not long ago, they had followed the long queue to the checkpoint like the other refugees. However, when they entered the registration area, they were asked to leave the queue by a man in black and entered a small, seemingly transparent but tightly guarded room.
The two of them immediately tensed up.
It wasn't that she hadn't heard that some cities would screen out some people for special "interrogation" when checking refugees. If they couldn't come up with the corresponding benefits, they would suffer greatly.
However, the other party didn't do anything. He just left them in the room for a while and asked them some strange questions before letting them out. Another black-clothed man led them to the inner city.
"You don't have to be so polite. Just call me Joseph," the man in black said in an easygoing tone. "You're witches, right?"
Thylane was shocked. She didn't expect them to point out her identity so straightforwardly. More surprisingly, how did they know that she had magic power? She thought she had disguised herself well enough.
"You … why do you say that?"
"I don't know anything about magic. The witches told me." Cerf scratched the back of his head and said, "I heard that they can sense the presence of magic through a special stone. As for where to take you, of course, it's the witches' residence. You must be exhausted from the journey, rest assured, Lady Vendy will take good care of you. "
Thylane and Momo exchanged a look and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Firstly, they didn't expect that Neverwinter had a way to identify witches. If the church and the nobles in the Kingdom of Wolfheart could do that, they would not have survived until now.
Secondly, from the other side's tone, it seemed that witches were cooperating with ordinary people without any barriers?
Their master had mentioned the city in the westernmost part of Graycastle and its ruler, Roland Wimbledon. During the journey before they boarded the ship, they had also heard all kinds of discussions and rumors. However, there was a huge difference between the two rumors. One described the King of Graycastle as a cruel and arrogant man who recruited witches to satisfy his evil desires, while the other praised the achievements of the new Graycastle and believed that the witches in the new Graycastle were living a normal life.
It was the second kind of rumor that made them decide to move to the south.
However, they were thousands of miles away from each other, so they didn't know what the real situation was. Therefore, they had planned to hide their identities for a while and decide their next step after they found out the truth. They didn't expect that they would be exposed as soon as they arrived in Neverwinter.
Fortunately, the people here didn't seem to treat witches as aliens anymore.
When they arrived at the periphery of the Graycastle District, a red-haired woman and two little girls walked over with a smile.
"Leave the rest to me."
"Yes, Lady Vendy!" Cerf saluted and waved at them before he turned around and left quickly.
Thylane secretly looked at the woman called Vendy.
"My name is Vendy, and I'm in charge of the Neverwinter Witch Union. These two are my assistants, Bell and Gray Rabbit, "Vendy said with a smile." Can you tell me your names? Although it's Thylane and Momo on the list, I'd like to hear it from you in person. "
Thylane felt like she was bathing in a spring breeze. It had been a long time since someone had spoken to her in such a gentle tone. However, Vendy looked more like a noble than those so-called nobles. Not only was she mature and attractive, but she also had a different temperament. She looked like a character out of a painting.
"I'm Thylane," she said in a low voice.
"Momo," her companion said her name.
"They're both good names." Vendy took their hands and said, "Welcome to Neverwinter. From now on, this will be your new home. Come on, let me show you where you'll live from now on. "
After passing through the fence and the courtyard, Thylane found that the lord's castle was not the tallest building here. Behind it, there was an even larger building. There was a spacious garden and lawn between the two of them, and a few beautiful women were gathered together and chatting. Their faces were brimming with relaxed and carefree expressions.
Perhaps, his dream life was also like this, right?
"Are they … also witches?" Momo couldn't help asking.
"Yes." Vendy nodded. "You'll see more of them after work."
"Er … after work?"
"It means work is over," Bell explained. "In Neverwinter, witches, like everyone else, have their own work to do every day."
"Then they …"
The little girl curled her lips and said, "There are always diligent and lazy witches. They're just like ordinary people."
"Didn't your sister tell you that I have sharp ears?" A woman with pointy ears looked at them and walked over with a smile.
"Ah … Sister Lorgar, I'm not talking about you." Bell hurriedly waved her hands and said, "I'm talking about —"
"Oh, a new member of the League?" Another person quickly came over and said, "Hello, I'm Mystery Moon, the head of the Neverwinter Detective Group! No matter what abilities you have, you can become a member of the Detective Group. Are you interested? "
"— I'm talking about this one." Bell covered her face helplessly.
"Oh? Did you happen to introduce me to them? " Mystery Moon said with her hands on her hips, "Remember, the Detective Group relies on brains, not abilities to solve problems. If someone asks you to join the Exploration Group, don't say yes. They only care about abilities and ignore the inner qualities, like this Miss Wolf Girl. "
"I'll beat you up." Lorgar bared her fangs.
"See, this is proof!" Mystery Moon hurriedly made a defensive posture.
"How embarrassing …"
"Well, can I go back to reading?" the other witches asked in a low voice.
Thylane was dumbfounded.
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