"What do you want to know?" Azima squinted at her.
"Scroll..." Vendy grabbed her hand worriedly. If Tilly was right, these people did not even come for Neverwinter. Instead, they came for the dissension within the Sleeping Island witches. If it was not handled properly, not only would the Witch Union get involved, but it would also reduce the trust of the newcomers, which would not be worth it.
"It's all right." The latter raised his eyebrows at her and then pointed to the witch who wanted to return to the Eastern Region. "Since you miss your hometown, you shouldn't have been abandoned by your family. Instead, you were forced to leave the Eastern Region under the pressure of the church and followed the other refugees to Sleeping Island. Am I right?"
"So what?" Azima answered quickly.
"The situation in the Eastern Region is like this," in the face of the red-haired witch's aggressiveness, Scroll didn't care in the slightest. "Ever since the Queen of Clearwater, Garcia, looted Seawindshire and Valencia, that piece of land has never recovered. First, the demonic plague spread by the church was rampant, and then it was messed up by Timothy. The land was abandoned, and people could not make ends meet. Many people became refugees. "
The witch looked worried, but Azima insisted. "If we don't see it with our own eyes, we won't know if what you said is true."
"Since two years ago, His Majesty started the refugee shelter program. Now the population of Neverwinter has exceeded 100,000, more than 70% of which are refugees from all over Graycastle, especially from the Eastern Region and the Southern Region," Scroll said methodically. Scroll said methodically, "Your close relatives are probably among them. Can you tell me where you used to live? Town or village, any unique landscape or production around it. "
"Do you want to find her family with this clue? She was not born in a big city, where every street and alley has a name and every neighbor knows each other's name! "
Scroll did not answer. She just combed her hair and looked at the witch with encouragement, like a teacher patiently waiting for a student to answer in class.
"My village … doesn't have a name," the man said in a low voice after hesitating for a long time. "There are no villages nearby either. It's so far away from Valencia that if I want to sell my wheat, I can only sell it to traveling merchants at a low price. If I have to say, some people who have gone out call it Sixteen. "
"Ten... Six?" Vendy repeated unconsciously.
"Because when they returned from Valencia, the sixteenth village they passed was their home."
Scroll closed her eyes and slowly asked, "Let me think... Behind that village is a tributary of Sanwan River, right?"
"In the Eastern Region, tributaries of Sanwan River are everywhere." Azima snorted. "How can the village take root without irrigation?"
"But that one is different." Scroll waved her hand. "It's shallow and narrow. Not only is it impossible for boats to pass through, but it will even expose the riverbed during dry periods. This is also the reason why the villages built on it can't transport food by water. But when it reaches the sixteenth village, the tributary will abruptly stop and turn into a huge lake. Even when the flow stops, the lake will not dry up. That's why the wheat fields in your village are always more luxuriant than those in other villages, right? "
The witch couldn't help but widen her eyes. "You've been there?"
"I've heard someone mention it." Scroll was silent for a moment. "That person is now in Neverwinter, but he's not a resident of the Sixteenth Village."
"What do you mean?"
"You'd better ask him yourself," she turned to look at the City Hall clerk in charge of registration, "Watt, ID number 0024578, furnace worker, should be in the North Slope area No. 2 recycling waste slag, go and bring him here."
"Yes, my lord," the latter answered and left.
Half an hour later, the clerk led a red-faced man to the residential area.
"I don't know him …" The witch looked at him and shook her head.
"Now you have nothing to say, right?" Azima sneered. "There are so many people in the Eastern Region. Do you think you can..."
"Ah, could it be … you're Tie Lan's daughter?" The big man's joyful voice interrupted her. "God bless you, you're still alive and so big!"
The witch was stunned. "The Tie Lan you mentioned... is my mother?"
"Who else could it be? Your eyes are so similar to hers, especially the mole at the corner of your eye. It's exactly the same!" Watt shouted. "But then again, you're much prettier than your mother. Wait, don't you remember me? No wonder. When I left the village, you were still young. When I came back, you were already gone. At that time, you were called... Lan Wa, am I right? The names Tie Lan gave you are all names for beautiful flowers. "
"That's just a childhood nickname..." The witch said embarrassedly. "Now I'm called Doris."
"Oh, that's a good name. Do you know, when I was digging the canal in the Sixteenth Village, people talked about you the most — they all thought you were kidnapped by a witch? And... "
After listening to Watt's nagging for a while, Vendy finally figured out the ins and outs. It turned out that the red-faced big man lived next to the Sixteenth Village, which should be called the Fifteenth Village according to the naming convention. The two villages were not far from each other, so they had a close relationship. Because he envied the water source of the neighboring village, he first went to Valencia to learn how to dig canals. After that, he returned to his hometown and gathered a group of villagers, intending to widen the lake to the Fifteenth Village. Because of this, he had stayed in the Sixteenth Village for a long time.
"What about my parents and big brother? Are they … still in the village?" Doris apparently believed Watt's story. After waiting for him to finish nagging, she asked eagerly, "Or, did they also come to the Western Region?"
Scroll sighed softly.
The red-faced big man's face also became gloomy. "They didn't make it to Neverwinter... The Second Prince's army took away our food. When we arrived at the king's city, hungry and thirsty, we encountered a fierce plague. The nobles in the city refused to let us out and let us cry and struggle by the city wall. Almost all the people in several villages died, and only a few people survived until His Majesty sent a rescue team. "He paused for a moment and said," And your family... didn't survive. "
"No..." Doris covered her mouth, stood there for a moment, and then wept helplessly.
"I'm sorry, child." Watt suddenly became a little flustered, as if he wanted to comfort her, but did not know what to do. In the end, he walked over and gently pressed his hand on her head. "Tie Lan repeatedly mentioned your name before she left. If she knew you were still alive and living a good life, she would be very happy, so... don't cry."
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