"Come, one, two, three …"
"Let's celebrate your recovery, cheers!"
In the dormitory of the Sleeping Spell, a small celebration was underway. Looking at Dusk's heartfelt smile, Balshan helplessly raised her wine glass.
As a working partner, Dusk would visit her whenever she was free, completely disregarding her current condition. If it was in the past on Sleeping Island, she would never be so concerned about a non-combat Witch. This feeling of guilt and gratitude made her feel as though she owed Dusk a lot.
Even though Balshan knew that Dusk would never think of this.
However, when her gaze shifted to the other person, her expression did not look so good.
"Why are you here as well?"
Charms confidently downed the wine in one gulp. "I was the one who brought this grape wine, why can't I be here?"
"You make it sound as though we can't drink wine without you." Balshan rolled her eyes. "There are so many taverns in Neverwinter, can't we buy it anywhere?"
"It's a pity that His Majesty has declared an emergency state of war in the Western Region. Wine is now a restricted product and without permission, you can't buy it even if you want to." Charms shrugged. "That's why you should thank me, I secretly stole this from my father."
War, huh …
Balshan suddenly lost the mood to bicker.
Even though she was recuperating in bed these days, she could still feel the increasingly tense atmosphere in Neverwinter.
First, there were more and more news about the development in the weekly newspapers, and now, there were two to three issues a week. There were reports from the frontlines, as well as emergency recruitment and search lists. From the contents of the newspaper, although the garrisoned troops were gradually stabilizing their footing and pushing the flames of war out of the development, the price they paid was not small. The few grassland farms and settlements that they had painstakingly built were destroyed, and the missing workers were undoubtedly doomed.
The most direct evidence of this was the decrease in the amount of eggs and meat in every meal, with bread becoming the main food item. Of course, this was many times better than the other cities she had experienced when she was in exile. At the very least, it was not a problem for her to fill her stomach.
Secondly, it was the scene on the streets.
Every day, she would see a large number of recruits dressed in military uniforms passing through the central street, with residents and relatives on both sides sending them off. The nervousness and excitement on the soldiers' faces formed a stark contrast with the reluctance and worry of the people around them. In terms of numbers, the number of troops that were transferred to the Fertile Plains was not a small number. This scale was on a completely different level compared to the Knight Regiment and the Church's Judgement Army.
This was war.
For the survival and continuation of the race, tens of thousands of people threw themselves into the fight, and behind them stood ten times, a hundred times more people to provide support.
Compared to this, the battles she had experienced as a combat witch were indeed insignificant...
She had chosen to go to the Fertile Plains with Dusk earlier because she did not want to be seen by too many familiar faces. Now that the pioneering land had been destroyed, she would return to being a "useless person" again.
"Hey, why aren't you talking?" Charms was surprised that Balshan did not mock him. He scratched the back of his head and stole a glance at Dusk. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Xia doesn't know." Xia stuck out her tongue. "But Xia knows that people who say the wrong thing have to drink three more cups!"
"Ugh … Are you drunk …"
"No, this is only the second cup. Dusk is fine!"
Knock knock knock … At this moment, someone knocked on the door and interrupted Balshan's thoughts.
"Coming!" Dusk jumped and opened the door. "Eh … Lady Camilla?"
Standing behind the door was Sleeping Island's Chief Butler, Camilla Dary. She scanned the room before walking towards the other two.
"Looks like you've exceeded the visiting time." Balshan forced a smile. "Madam Dary has a deep hatred for people who aren't punctual. It'll be difficult for you to sneak in next time."
"How can that be … I clearly kept track of the time. It hasn't even been half an hour …" Charms muttered softly.
Just as Balshan was about to say something, Camilla walked past Charms and stood in front of her.
"The Witch Union has just issued a new recruitment order for all the Witches in Graycastle." The Chief Butler went straight to the point. "Currently, the number of people is around fifty, with priority given to those with combat experience. I feel that you might be more suitable, so I'm here to ask. "
Balshan couldn't help but be taken aback. She took a long time to understand the meaning behind Camilla's words. Centralized recruitment, with priority given to combat experience. Could this job be related to war? But if that's the case, why aren't there any requirements for the applicants' abilities?
"You guessed correctly." Camilla seemed to have seen through her doubts. "The Witches will be forming a special team to support the frontlines and assist the main force in dealing with more difficult battles. I can't reveal too much about the details, but you should be aware that there will be risks on the battlefield. So it's entirely up to you whether you want to go or not. Of course … Even though it has nothing to do with abilities, it doesn't mean that you will definitely be chosen. The final outcome still depends on — "
"I'll go." Balshan immediately replied.
There's nothing to hesitate about, isn't there!
Or rather, she had been waiting for such a day for a long time.
"Then … follow me." Camilla turned her body.
"Hey, are you really going to the frontlines?" While passing by Charms, he sounded a little worried.
"What, I thought you would cheer loudly." Balshan curled her lips. "That way, no one will disturb you when you go on a date with Dusk."
"I …" He opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but as he stared at Balshan's back, he didn't say anything in the end.
…
A day later, Balshan arrived at the starting station of the Misty Forest by train.
The person in charge was changed from Camilla to a woman she had never seen before. She called herself Isabella, and she was mainly responsible for the selection and guidance of the recruits. Even though it was her first time meeting her, for some reason, Balshan felt a sense of déjà vu.
Another thing that surprised her was that there were more people who responded to the recruitment than she had expected — not only from the Sleeping Spell, but also from the Witch Union. In the short half an hour of travel, she got to know Vanilla, Amy, Hero, and the rest. Other than that, she also saw a few familiar figures in the crowd, such as Iffy and Nightfall, who were once part of the Bloodfang Association.
It seemed like they were more interested in proving their worth on the battlefield.
After getting off the train, the witches were led by Isabella into a building that looked like a factory.
The moment they stepped into the building, everyone's attention was attracted by a metallic object that was placed in the middle of the empty space.
It looked like a 'car', and the wheels beneath it were proof. But it was different from any other car in Neverwinter. Just one side of the car had five wheels, and they were all made of metal. The bottom part of the wheel was connected and wrapped with metal plates, making it look extremely unique.
Balshan recognized it at a glance. It was similar to the machines used to dig mud and cultivate land … That's right, it was the kind of thing called a tractor.
But compared to a tractor, the metal lump in front of her was much larger, especially the upper layer, which was almost completely surrounded by metal plates. There was a fortress-like turret at its head, and a short metal barrel protruding from the middle was obviously a cannon.
One look and it was obvious that it was a weapon made for war.
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