Walking into the City Hall, the citizen who called himself Posacker was brought to the two witches.
He was in his forties and looked like a typical farmer. His skin was dark and his hands and feet were thick. His trousers were stained with dried mud and grass.
"I, I know you …" The man looked a little nervous. He rubbed his wrinkled hands and bowed his head to Scroll. "You're the minister. My daughter is learning how to read in the academy that you run. She's a little stupid, so please don't mind her."
"Don't be nervous." Scroll smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Before I came here, I was half a farmer. But my field is the ever-changing sea, and my harvest is not as stable as yours. As for knowledge, it doesn't matter who is the learner. As long as you have enough time, even the most stupid person can master it. So, your daughter will graduate successfully. "
Posacker relaxed a lot and grinned. "I switched from farming to herding in the last two years because His Majesty said that a new profession would pay more." He bowed to Vendy and said, "You must be the manager of the Witch Union. I thought I wouldn't see you today."
Although Vendy was not as influential as Scroll, as the person in charge appointed by His Majesty, she often appeared in all kinds of important ceremonies. With her bright red hair and unforgettable figure, it was not surprising that she was recognized. "Just call me Vendy. You said you found a woman covered in wounds in the suburbs. Why did you think she looked like a witch? "
"Because... ordinary people can't have parts that only animals have, right?" Posacker scratched his head. "At first, I thought it was just a bloody rag and was going to tear it off and throw it away. I didn't expect it to be connected to the woman! I took a closer look and found that it was actually an animal's tail! "
"An animal's... tail?"
Vendy's heart skipped a beat.
She suddenly remembered that more than two months ago, there was indeed a strange witch who came to Neverwinter. As she had neither joined the Witch Union nor had any close contact with her sisters, all she knew about the witch came from Nightingale. One of the things that Nightingale repeatedly said was that the witch had an inhuman appearance with wolf-like ears and a long tail. Although she looked strange, His Majesty had praised her as beautiful.
The witch was named Lorgar, a tribal princess from the Southernmost Region.
Was she the witch that Posacker had found?
"Where is she?" Vendy asked anxiously. "Take us to her!"
...
The farmer did not bring the wounded back home but put them in a temporary rest shed in the pastoral area.
Wendy's heart sank when she saw Wolf Girl lying motionless on the bench with her clothes stained red with blood.
Judging from the mutilated ears, she should be Lorgar. But... what had happened to her to make her look like this?
It was not an exaggeration to say that she was covered in blood. It was obvious that she had been injured more than a day or two ago. Some of the blood had dried up and turned dark brown, while some of the blood was still wet and oozing out slowly. She was covered from head to toe in bandages. Although the wound could not be seen directly, anyone who saw it would know how seriously injured she was.
"Sir, she's a witch... right?" Posacker asked.
Wendy was in a daze for a moment and didn't answer. It was Scroll who answered him, "Yes, she's a witch. You did a good job."
"That's good. Didn't His Majesty announce in the announcement that we should report to the City hall immediately if we find a witch?" Posacker heaved a sigh of relief, but he soon became worried. "Can this girl... still be saved?"
His words seemed to awaken Vendy. She said in a low voice, "I don't know, but we'll try our best. Scroll, please take care of her for me. I'll go to Her Highness Tilly!"
"Okay, leave it to me."
Now that Nana and Lily were not in the city, Leaf's herbs could help with minor injuries, but Lorgar's serious injuries were no different from a death sentence. It was only a matter of time.
Fortunately, the first group of migrants from Sleeping Island had just arrived in Neverwinter. If it was that person, he might be able to save her life!
Thinking of this, Vendy ran faster.
She had to make the most of her remaining time.
Although the other party was not a member of the Witch Union, since they had come to Neverwinter, they must have been guided by God. Under this guidance, Lorgar had already formed some kind of relationship with them.
She did not want to lose any more sisters.
...
Three days later, Vendy walked into the bedroom with a basin of hot water. The strong smell of medicine immediately hit her nose.
"How is she?"
"I can only say that she's still alive." Ashes shook her head. "Her injuries have far exceeded the self-healing limit. It was a fluke that she made it back to Neverwinter. If it were a witch with ordinary willpower, she would have died in the wilderness."
As the most experienced Extraordinary in emergency treatment, Ashes naturally took over the nursing work. After taking off the bloody clothes, she took off the bandages and examined Nightfall's body. It was shocking to see that under the bandages, there were many open wounds, some of which even exposed the bones. It took half a day to clean up these wounds.
"But you don't have to worry too much," she said, pointing to Nightfall on the other bed. "Don't you see that she looks much better than she did yesterday?"
"Really?" Nightfall said weakly. "Why don't I feel like the situation is getting better?"
"Tonight, we have steamed chicken, fried eggs, salt-baked Bird Beak Mushrooms and a bottle of Chaos Drink." Ashes curled her lips. "How do you feel now?"
Nightfall swallowed and said, "Well... I do feel better."
"See."
Vendy breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to Nightfall. "Thank you for your hard work these days."
"It's nothing." She forced a smile. "After all, you've helped Iffy, which means that you've helped us. Just don't let her die. Otherwise, I... "
"Don't worry. I won't."
The first person that Vendy thought of was Nightfall. This former witch of the Bloodfang Association had an incredible ability to live in symbiosis with others through the Seed of Magic. When the seed was planted, the two lives would form a wonderful link. Not only could they share the pain, but they could also recover. In addition, half of Nightfall's replenishment would be provided to the symbiont, which was the most powerful guarantee to save a dying person.
Roland had been in a coma for several months after the Battle of Divine Will. It was Nightfall's ability that kept him alive without food or water.
Of course, Nightfall was not the only one who participated in the rescue.
Under the order of Princess Tilly, a witch named Pandora stopped the internal and external bleeding of the Wolf Girl, which greatly relieved the pressure on the symbiont. Pandora was also the main healer of Sleeping Island and played an important role in destroying the rebellion of the Bloodfang Association. Leaf's herbs protected the wound and prevented it from further worsening. In addition, the purified water, which was kept in the castle's basement along with the ice cubes for emergencies, also played a key role in preventing Lorgar from being infected.
Everyone had done their best.
Whether the Wolf Girl could survive or not depended on her own perseverance. The animal messengers to the Northern Region had been released three days ago. Waiting for the reply would be the most difficult period.
Just when Vendy was about to wipe the Wolf Girl's body, Lorgar's fingers suddenly moved.
She was stunned for a moment and thought it was an illusion. Then she was surprised to see the Wolf Girl slightly open her mouth.
"..."
She seemed to want to say something, but her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Vendy suppressed her excitement, bent down and put her ear next to the Wolf Girl's mouth.
This time, she heard the Wolf Girl's whisper.
"Demon..."
She repeated it again.
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