Bell's condition had stabilized.
Just like the strange arrangement when they first boarded the ship, the mercenaries with wooden spears on their backs divided everyone into several groups. Those who were badly injured or in critical condition were first carried into the strange wooden house for treatment. After that, those who were young, those who had children, and then those who were adults went in order.
Lucia and Bell were at the forefront of the line. The whole treatment process was very fast. Blindfolded, she held her sister and walked into the house with the help of the mercenaries. It didn't take long before someone gave her a pill. The pill was very small and slightly sweet. The other side also took the initiative to tell her that they had already fed her sister's medicine, so she didn't have to worry.
After walking out of the room and taking off the hood, she was 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 Territory, His Highness Roland Wimbledon.
What happened next was exactly the same as the rumors said. The Lord not only lit a bonfire at the pier, but also distributed meat porridge to everyone. He also told them that as long as they were willing to work for Border Town, they could get paid, food, and shelter. Everyone enjoyed the fragrant meat porridge while talking about how lucky they were to board the fleet to the Western Territory and praised His Highness for his kindness.
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. Probably the important part was 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 and being led by the mercenaries to the wooden shed by the river, a woman's voice suddenly appeared behind Lucia.
"Are you looking for us?"
She was startled and turned around while jumping two steps forward, ready to escape. But when the person's appearance was reflected in her eyes, Lucia couldn't help but stand in place.
Heavens, what a beautiful woman she was. Her long, curly hair emitted a soft orange glow under the swaying firelight. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and the corners of her mouth revealed a sweet smile. The most eye-catching thing about her was the temperament she exuded, which was not inferior to any of the nobles. It was as if she herself was a great person.
"My name is Nightingale, and I'm a witch. Welcome to West Border Town."
This feeling made Lucia lower 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, leaving only a faint light in the sky. Lucia carried the sleeping Bell on her back and slowly followed behind her.
"When did you awaken?" she asked.
"Awaken …" Lucia was startled.
"It's the moment you turn into a witch," Nightingale explained. "From then on, your body will constantly gather magic power. We call this transformation the Awakening."
"I think it was about two years ago," Lucia recalled. "Does magic power refer to the power of demons?"
"That's just the Church's excuse." She shook her head. "Magic power is an ability given to us by God, and it has nothing to do with good or evil. The so-called Demonic Bite is nothing more than a backlash when magic power is abundant in the body, which can be avoided by practicing our abilities. "
"You don't have to bear that kind of pain?" Lucia's eyes widened.
"That's right. If there was no oppression from the Church, witches wouldn't have to bear the pain of 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? Where are the rest of your family?"
"They're 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 pierced in the chest by several swords. My mother told us to run away, but in the end …" 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, and she couldn't stop them.
She felt her tears and snot mixing together, and her mouth was full of a salty taste. However, to Lucia's surprise, a pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her into a warm embrace. The other person 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 person's shoulder was soaked with her own tears.
"I, 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 hand 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 surprised her even more was that the guards not only didn't stop her, but also waved at her.
Did the Witch Cooperation Association control the whole town?
When they went to the third floor of the castle and 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 Royal 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 nowhere to live, "Nightingale introduced," And this town is the home of the witches. You don't need to doubt this, because the people who treated your sister and all the patients on the ship were the witches. "
Lucia's mind went blank, she had never thought that there would 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 Royal Highness doesn't care about these etiquettes."
"You came from the Eastern Region?" The Lord's voice was calm and relaxed, not like an inquiry, but more like a casual chat.
Lucia secretly glanced at him, only to see him casually leaning against a chair, his expression full of interest.
"Yes."
As the conversation went on and Nightingale explained, 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 been awakened for two years, but you're still not an adult," he said with great interest, "So, what's 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 Royal 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, eventually 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.
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