When Vendy woke up, she found that the heavy rain, which had lasted for a whole night, had finally stopped.
She yawned and got out of bed. She opened the window and let in the air, which was mixed with the fragrance of the soil. The garden looked green after being washed by the rain. She could see the drops of water on the olive leaves near the window. The gentle rays of the morning sun shone on the wet grass, reflecting a little bit of light.
It was a new day.
She put on her bra and coat, went back to the bed, and patted Nightingale's cheek. "It's time to get up."
Nightingale made a vague nasal sound and turned her face into the pillow.
Only at this time, she would not hide in the Mist and expose herself in front of her. Vendy smiled and shook her head. "Then I'll go eat breakfast first."
Nightingale's ears twitched twice. It seemed to be an unconscious tremble, but Vendy knew that Nightingale had heard it.
She closed the door quietly and went to the bathroom to wash up. Then she went to the hall to enjoy breakfast.
The chef always woke up very early and prepared everyone's food before the sky brightened. The firewood in the stove would burn for a long time, so there was no need to worry about the food cooling halfway. If she wanted to eat something, she could directly take the bowl and spoon to the kitchen. His Majesty called it a buffet, which seemed to be a very common way of eating. But for her, this kind of life was simply luxurious.
When she was in the Witch Cooperation Association, Vendy had never thought that one day she could eat as much as she wanted. Food was always in short supply, let alone the taste.
Here, there were three or four kinds of breakfast. Porridge, toast, dried fish and fried eggs were the most common food.
Even though she had lived in the castle for more than a year, she still felt a strong sense of happiness and satisfaction every time she ate.
She also felt grateful to the person who had brought all this to the witches and allowed the sisters to live freely.
When Vendy arrived at the dining hall with a bowl in her hand, the hall was empty. There were several sets of utensils on the long table. Apparently, she was not the first person to come here. The Witch Union had never set a time for people to wake up every day, so people came to enjoy breakfast one after another. Lightning and Maggie were always the first to leave the castle, followed by Anna, Agatha, Lucia, and others. She was the one who was stuck in the middle.
Nightingale was the last to arrive.
The reason was that His Majesty loved to sleep in. If there was nothing important, he would only get up to deal with government affairs when the sun was high in the sky. Nightingale had also been infected with this habit.
Obviously, she used to be the most cautious and sensitive member of the Witch Cooperation Association, even the slightest sign of trouble would cause her vigilance.
But surprisingly, Vendy didn't think it was a bad thing.
…
After breakfast, she went to the first floor of the Witch Building, which had been transformed into the office of the Witch Union.
As soon as she entered the building, Bell immediately greeted her. "Sister Vendy, you're here!"
"Hello, Lady Vendy."
"Good morning, Lady."
The other two young women who had been recruited from the City Hall bowed. They had graduated from the academy founded by Karl van Bate, and could be regarded as half of Anna and Nana's classmates. They had almost no prejudice against witches. The older one was called Pearl, the younger one was called Gray Rabbit. Together with Lucia's sister Bell, the three of them formed the first group of clerks in the Union Office.
Of course, because Bell was not yet 14 years old, the word "temporary" was added in front of the title.
Anyway, the work here was very easy, so it was a special kind of learning.
With their help, the Witch Union was finally on the right track.
"Good morning." Vendy nodded and sat at the desk. "How's the sales of the first volume of the Witch Diary?"
"It's very popular," Pearl replied with a smile. "Everyone is very interested in the story of the little angel in Border Town, especially the soldiers of the First Army. People come to buy it almost every day. In the last week, almost 60 copies have been sold. At this rate, the first 1,000 copies will all be sold in half a month. "
Hearing this result, Vendy was also a little surprised. After all, as a purely entertainment book, the Witch Diary could neither fill one's stomach nor help one's studies, and it was priced quite high, so it was incredible that it could sell so well.
This idea came from His Majesty.
"The Witch's Diary", as a trilogy of twists and turns and touching dramas, was widely praised by the people of Neverwinter. Therefore, His Majesty decided to draw the witches' life stories in the form of pictures and put them on sale in the Convenience Market's boutique houses. Unlike before, the protagonists in this story were replaced by witches from the Witch Union. Not only were there beautiful pictures in the book, but there were also well-designed dialogues, which made it look like a drama drawn on paper.
And the protagonist of the first volume was Miss Nana Pine.
This 15-year-old girl had already become famous in Border Town. She had the ability to heal people's pain and had a natural affinity, so no one would hate an angel-like person. Coupled with His Majesty's strong support for witches and the word of mouth of the First Army, she was even more popular than Anna.
After Wendy had finished designing the story, Soraya had drawn it page by page and bound it into a book. The price of the book was set at five silver royals. Although the people who needed to understand the witches the most were the refugees, most of them were illiterate, and they weren't interested in spending half a month's salary to buy a beautiful picture book. Therefore, from the very beginning, the target audience of the book was the locals and merchants who came here to trade.
The former could spread the story through contact with outsiders, while the latter could bring the deeds of witches to every city in the kingdom.
Seeing the popularity of the Witch Diary, Vendy could not help but be greatly encouraged.
She could not wait to spread out the pen and paper and began to think about the content of the next book.
"Have you already thought about the next story?" Bell asked curiously.
"Yes, His Majesty has said that the next album will feature Echo as the main character," Wendy said with a smile. "Princess Silver Moon from the Southernmost Region of the Wild Sand and Earth Fire, a foreign tribe. What do you think of the title?"
"That's... amazing!" The little girl clicked her tongue.
"When His Majesty recaptures the Southern Region, you can also go to the Princess' hometown to see what the vast desert looks like."
"Okay!"
This was her job – to spread the word of witches and let everyone see their true colors.
The Witch Diary was just a part of it.
Echo had become one with the Star Flower Troupe, and the immersive music made the actors praise her.
Evelyn opened a tavern next to the Holy Mountain Inn, which mainly provided special blended liquor.
It was said that Hummingbird would also join the City hall and become the deputy minister of the Construction Department. She would also be the second witch to become an official of the City hall after Scroll.
Everyone was working hard to build Neverwinter and gradually let the people accept the existence of witches and see them as their own kind.
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