Chapter 218

Bell's condition was stabilized.

Just like the strange arrangement when they first boarded the ship, the mercenaries with wooden guns on their backs divided everyone into several groups. Those who were injured and in critical condition were first carried into the strange wooden house for treatment. Following that, they were arranged according to the order of the young, the families with children, and the adults.

Lucia and Bell were at the front. The whole treatment process was very fast. Blindfolded, Lucia carried her sister and walked into the house with the help of the mercenaries. She didn't have to wait long before someone handed her a pill. The pill was very small and slightly sweet. The person also took the initiative to tell her that the medicine for her sister had been fed by them and that she did not need to worry.

After walking out of the room and taking off the hood, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Bell's complexion was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although she was still in a coma, her forehead was no longer hot, the flush on her face had faded, and the black spots had disappeared without a trace.

When everyone was freed from the fear of death and regained a new life, they were almost unable to control themselves. They knelt down and cheered for the grey-haired man in the distance, paying him the highest respect. From the mercenaries, they learned that he was the Lord of this place, the ruler of the Western Region, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.

What happened next was exactly the same 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 work for the town, they could get paid, food, and shelter here. While everyone was enjoying the fragrant meat porridge, they were all talking about how lucky they were to board the fleet heading to the Western Region, praising His Royal Highness for his benevolence.

Only Lucia felt a trace of anxiety.

In the end, how could she contact the Witch Cooperation Association? The secret news only said that a group of witches had stayed in Border Town, but it didn't mention how to find them. It was probably because the important parts were lost in the process of spreading. She faintly heard that the news came from a big city in the middle of the kingdom.

Just as everyone was filling their stomachs, they were led by the mercenaries to the wooden shack by the river, when a woman's voice suddenly appeared behind Lucia.

"Are you looking for us?"

She was startled, and at the same time, she turned her head and jumped two steps forward, ready to escape. But when the appearance of the person came into her eyes, Lucia couldn't help but freeze in place.

My God, it was such a beautiful woman, her long curly hair under the swaying firelight emitted a soft orange light, her eyes were as bright as the stars, and the corners of her mouth revealed a sweet smile. The most eye-catching thing about her was the temperament she exuded, it was not inferior to any of the nobles, as if she herself was a great person.

"My name is Nightingale, I am a witch, welcome to Border Town."

This kind of feeling made Lucia unable to help but lower her head, "I, my name is Lucia White, I want to join you."

"Then come with me," Nightingale said with a smile, "I will take you home."

At this time, the sun had already set behind the mountains, leaving only a faint light in the sky. Lucia, carrying the unconscious Bell on her back, slowly followed behind her.

"When did you awaken?" She asked.

"Awaken?" Lucia was startled.

"It is the moment when you turn into a witch," Nightingale explained, "From then on, your body will constantly gather magic power, we call this transformation Awakening."

"I think it was about two years ago," Lucia recalled, "Is magic power referring to the power of demons?"

"That is just the Church's excuse," she shook her head, "Magic power is an ability given to us by God, it has nothing to do with good or evil. The so-called Demonic Bite is nothing more than a backlash from the body when magic power is abundant. It can be avoided by practicing abilities. "

"You don't have to bear that kind of pain," Lucia said with her eyes wide open.

"That's right, if it wasn't for the oppression of the Church, witches wouldn't have to bear the pain of the backlash." Nightingale blinked, "And here is our home where we can freely use our abilities." She pointed behind her, "Is this cute little girl your sister? What about the rest of your family?"

"They are all dead, only Bell and I managed to escape," Lucia was silent for a moment, "A group of people attacked Valencia, burning, killing and looting everywhere. In order to resist them, my father was stabbed in the chest by several swords. My mother told us to run away, but in the end, also …" A long suppressed grief welled up in her heart, making it impossible for her to speak a complete sentence. The hardships, hunger, thirst and fear she had endured along the way all turned into grievances. For the sake of her sister, she had clenched her teeth and persevered until now, but it seemed that the line of defense she had built in her heart could no longer block the violent ups and downs of her thoughts. Her sobs quickly turned into loud crying. She knew that this was not good, and that she should maintain etiquette when meeting for the first time, but her tears were like a storm, she couldn't stop them.

She felt that her tears and snot had mixed together, and her mouth was full of a salty taste. However, to Lucia's surprise, a pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. The other gently patted the back of her head, completely not caring about the dirt on her face that had been washed by her tears, and softly comforted her, "Cry, cry it out."

When Lucia calmed down and raised her head, she saw that the other's shoulder was soaked with her own tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she said with a red face.

"It doesn't matter, are you feeling better?" Nightingale took out a handkerchief and helped her wipe her face. Then she picked up Bell with one hand and held her with the other, "Let's go, there are still many sisters waiting for you."

Lucia had thought that the witches' station would be located in some inconspicuous abandoned warehouse or basement, but she had never expected that Nightingale would unexpectedly bring her to the castle area. Wasn't this the Lord's private territory? What made her even more surprised was that not only did the guards not stop her, they even waved at her.

Has the Witch Cooperation Association taken control of the entire town?

On the third floor of the castle, when she entered a brightly lit room, she was surprised to find that the man sitting opposite her was the Lord who had received the cheers of the people before.

"This is the leader of the Witch Union, His Highness Roland Wimbledon. He took in the surviving witches of the Witch Cooperation Association and spread the news to other cities, hoping to attract more sisters who had no place to live, "Nightingale introduced," And this town is the home of the witches. You don't need to doubt this, because the one who treated your sister, as well as all the sick people on the ship, were the witches. "

Lucia's mind went blank, she had never thought that there would actually be a noble willing to take in witches, instead of treating them as tools or slaves. When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly bowed, her strange posture made Nightingale unable to hold back her laughter, "It doesn't matter, His Highness doesn't care about these etiquettes."

"You came from the Eastern Region?" The Lord's voice was calm and relaxed, it didn't sound like an inquiry, but more like a casual chat.

Lucia secretly glanced at the other side, only to see him casually leaning against a chair, his expression full of interest.

"Yes."

As the conversation went on, and Nightingale explained and supplemented, her mood gradually relaxed. Although the other side was a noble, he didn't have an aggressive attitude, instead he was like an elder who cared about her.

"So that's how it is, you've only been awakened for two years, but you're still not an adult," he said with great interest, "So, what is your ability?"

"I can change an object back to its original appearance," Lucia hesitated, "but it doesn't work on everything."

"The original appearance," His Highness touched his chin, and pushed a beautiful cup to the table, "Can you show it to me?"

"It will destroy it."

"It doesn't matter."

Lucia nodded, walked to the table, and put her hand on top of the cup.

After a while, the cup began to shrink and deform, finally turning into three different substances: the leftmost one looked like a pool of oil, dark and sticky, the middle one was a small cluster of black powder, and the rightmost one was a pool of clear water, slowly dripping down the table.