"Is it really okay to do this?" Wendy pointed at the ordinary people on the dock and said in a low voice, "I mean, if the witches of Sleeping Island knew that they paid people to welcome the witches instead of welcoming them with sincerity... I'm afraid they wouldn't feel comfortable, would they?"
"Then can you find a group of residents who are willing to welcome the witches?" Scroll replied in a low voice as well.
"... No." Vendy hesitated for a moment and finally shook her head. In fact, it was difficult to find one or two people, let alone a group. It was true that under the rule of Roland, the people of Neverwinter had greatly accepted the witches, and some witches even received special attention and love. However, the Sleeping Island immigrants were no different from strangers to them. It was almost impossible for the subjects to put down their work and take the initiative to welcome a group of people they had never met before.
At present, the only people who could make the people of the Western Region do this, except for His Majesty, were the relatives of the First Army.
"So there's no problem at all with His Majesty's arrangement." Scroll shrugged. "The big red flowers, the welcome banners, the family welcome team — these expenses are all included in the activity budget in advance. If you don't use them, won't other departments take them? According to His Majesty's original plan, the scale will be much larger than this. "
"Well, you're right..." Vendy wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. Since Her Highness Tilly told him that the witches of Sleeping Island were about to set off, His Majesty had been excited for many days. In addition to what Scroll had said, he had listed out the welcome team of honor, the song and dance troupe, the fireworks show... which sounded awesome. If Hill Fawkes had not informed him that the expedition plan had been carried out ahead of schedule, the welcome ceremony hosted by His Majesty would have been spectacular.
"So, the best way to recruit them is to use money," Scroll said with a smile. "They won't even get a chance to come to ordinary people. Those who can come are all from excellent families with good records in City hall. You can rest assured." She paused for a moment and then said, "The witches are coming. Go and meet them, my Minister of the Union."
"Scroll!" Vendy chided him, then nodded to Her Highness Tilly and walked towards the guests who had come from afar.
"Hello!" When the two groups met, she opened her arms and said in the softest voice, "I'm Vendy, the head of the Witch Union. Welcome to Neverwinter!"
…
According to the agreement, the witches of Sleeping Island were only considered as subjects of the Western Region and were not under the management of the Alliance. Therefore, Vendy planned to take them to the residential area first and do a simple headcount so that the City hall could allocate food. As for the tour arrangements and work plans, she planned to discuss it with Lady Tilly after everyone settled down.
The area specifically built for Sleeping Island had been completed two months ago. It was named after the Bounty Guild and was called Sleeping Spell. It was located right next to the Miracle Building.
Seeing this "magnificent building" that had risen from the ground and had already been built to six floors, a series of exclamations broke out among the witches.
In particular, the unique smooth feeling of the concrete building's surface made it easy for people to feel that it was extraordinary.
"Are those really rocks? Why do they look so flat? "
"We won't live here, will we?"
"Don't even think about it. It's obviously the lord's castle."
"If we can live on the top floor, the scenery must be very beautiful."
Seeing that everyone was full of curiosity, Vendy took the opportunity to introduce the building. "Now this building is only half built. When it's completely finished, it will eventually reach 55 meters — that is, more than 16 meters high and five feet high. But His Majesty doesn't live here. Although his castle only has three floors, it's located in the center of Neverwinter. "
"So high... Aren't you afraid that it will collapse?" Someone asked in surprise.
"His Majesty invented a special building material that can turn flowing mucus into solid stones. This is just an experiment. He once said that even a house as high as a mountain can be built with this material. " Vendy smiled. "Of course, to achieve this, we also need the witches' help. In fact, this building was built by witches and many workers. Am I right, Lotus?"
"Hey, did you really make this?"
"But isn't your ability to raise and lower the ground?"
The witches all looked at Lotus in the line.
Lotus touched her head embarrassedly. "I just helped the workers build the slope. When they need to build a new floor, I can raise the surrounding land and attach it to the side of the building to make it convenient for them to do their work."
"Then... will there be people who show hatred or... disgust because you're a witch?" Someone asked the key question.
"Not yet. I think they already treat me as an ordinary person." Lotus waved her hand. "Sometimes, if I go there early, the workers will even share pancakes with me."
This was exactly what Wendy wanted. "Perhaps many of you are still vigilant and vigilant when you come here. That's normal. After all, Neverwinter is a strange city to you, and the witches' sufferings on this continent over the past hundred years can be described as unbearable. But I can guarantee that all of you will feel at home here, just like the name His Majesty gave to this city. Even if you don't join the Witch Union, as long as you encounter any difficulties in life, no matter how big or small, you can come to me. "
"Well done." Scroll secretly gave her a thumbs-up.
…
However, Vendy did not expect that the first trouble would arise when arranging for the witches to register their names, biographies, and abilities.
"Why do we have to record this?" After handing out the forms, a red-haired witch protested. "Didn't you say that you wouldn't force us to stay? I'm only going to stay here for two days. Let's forget about this. "
"Me too. Her Highness Tilly said that Neverwinter doesn't restrict witches from staying. I want to go back to the Eastern Region."
"Since the church is gone, there's no need to leak this information. If someone with bad intentions sees it, it'll be too disadvantageous for us."
There were actually quite a few witches in the crowd who objected to the idea.
"I knew it... it's Azima again." Ashes frowned.
"Azima?" Vendy was startled.
"A group of witches from the Eastern Region. Sorry, they don't really agree with my leadership," Tilly explained in a low voice. "But compared to the Bloodfang Association, they're not bad in nature." Then she looked at the red-haired witch. "I can understand that you want to go back and have a look, but now is not a good time. Although the church has been destroyed, most of the people are still hostile to witches, not to mention the nobles. Especially in the Eastern Region, before Roland officially reclaims it, the situation of witches hasn't changed significantly."
"How would you know if you haven't been there?" Azima persisted. "Or are you just helping your brother?"
"Watch your attitude," Ashes said in a cold voice.
"What? Do you want to fight here? Like what you did to Heidi and Skyflare? "
Vendy bit her lip. She did not expect things to become so tricky, but she could not think of a way to appease both sides.
At this moment, Scroll stepped forward.
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