Molly couldn't help but nod.
In the past half a month, what impressed her the most was the attitude of the ordinary citizens towards witches — they were not pretending to be familiar with her, nor were they indifferent to her. Instead, they were half curious and half used to it.
A few days ago, when she was wandering in the harbor area, a gust of wind blew down the empty wooden boxes on the pier. She subconsciously summoned her Magic Servant to catch the falling boxes. Not only did the busy crowd not run away screaming, but they also showed great interest in this transparent legless giant.
This was an unprecedented experience for Molly. Even in Sleeping Island, the islanders who had migrated here had never been so close to witches. Although they still followed Princess Tilly's orders on the surface, in fact, witches were still different in their hearts. Most of the Fjords people kept a respectful distance from witches. Only explorers and some businessmen did not mind the power they possessed.
As for the mainland of the Kingdom, which was deeply influenced by the church, it was even worse for them.
When Lotus first brought back the news of the Western Region of Graycastle, Molly was still skeptical. It was not until she came here that she realized those stories were too conservative.
Especially when she saw Lotus leading a large group of people to climb up and down tall buildings, Evelyn running a tavern that was always very lively at any time, and Candle, who used to be regarded as a useless person, was welcomed by the people in the factory. Molly felt a trace of sincere envy.
If it were not for fear of disturbing Princess Tilly, Molly would have taken the initiative to find a job.
Anyway, she had never been idle when she was on Sleeping Island.
"In addition, don't forget that we still have the biggest enemy — the demons." Tilly looked around. "You already know the meaning of the Battle of Divine Will. Even the Church of Hermes is not worth mentioning in front of such an enemy. Therefore, not all of you work for your own pleasure. Every note represents your contribution to Neverwinter and even the entire human world. For witches, this will be an honor. Because everyone can use this opportunity to prove to the world that witches are also an indispensable part of the human race, even an important part! " She raised her right hand and clenched her fist. "Sisters who are willing to be recruited, please come to the stage now —"
...
"A total of sixty-nine out of eighty-six jobs have been accepted. This result should be pretty good." After the meeting, Tilly handed the list to Vendy and said, "Most of the remaining observers are hesitant. If we give them more time, I believe more people will accept Neverwinter's recruitment."
"It's more than good," Vendy said excitedly. "It's beyond His Majesty's expectations."
"Oh?" Tilly asked curiously. "How much did he guess?"
Vendy smiled and held up three fingers.
"Thirty people?" Tilly said indignantly. "He's underestimating the Sleeping Spell."
"Rather than saying that he underestimated everyone's enthusiasm, it is better to say that it is your credit." Vendy put away her smile and bowed seriously to Princess Wu. "You did not have to say the latter words."
If it was just a simple introduction of the recruitment process, thirty people might be an optimistic guess. However, it was Tilly's words of "for the sake of other sisters and to improve the reputation of witches" that moved most of the people present. As a former caretaker of the Witch Cooperation Association, Vendy naturally knew what her companions lacked the most — apart from a stable place to live, the rest was the recognition of others.
After all, they had lived as ordinary people for more than ten years, and it was not so easy to completely cut off the past.
"I said that for myself." Tilly smiled and shook her head. "I saw a lot of interesting things from Roland, and I also know what an incredible city this is. If we lose the Battle of Divine Will, won't all these things be lost? So even if I want to see more miracles, I have to do my part. Before the doomsday winter comes, it's wise to hug each other tightly to keep warm, isn't it? "
"... You're right." Vendy also smiled.
"It's a pity that not everyone will agree with me." Tilly shrugged helplessly. "For example, those witches in the Eastern Region. It's very likely that they won't accept the recruitment in the end."
"You mean the small group headed by Azima?" Vendy was puzzled. "Since she doesn't get along with you, why did she go to the Fjords with you?"
"It wasn't like that at the beginning." Princess Wu sighed. "Long before they joined Sleeping Island, they knew the Bloodfang Association. During the escape, the latter helped them many times to repel the church's pursuers. Therefore, Azima and the others trusted Heidi Morgan very much. This was nothing, but later, as the conflict between the Bloodfang Association and the Sleeping Spell broke out, a rift appeared. "
"I see..."
"And I directly attacked Heidi without informing everyone, which made Azima even more resentful. So when they asked to board the Sleeping Beauty to leave Sleeping Island, I agreed. " Tilly said slowly, "In fact, if it weren't for Scroll, they would probably have left Neverwinter."
"That's not your fault," Vendy comforted her. "Heidi Morgan deserved it. She deceived the witches in the Kingdom of Wolfheart."
"But it's also a fact that she helped Azima." Tilly did not seem to want to dwell on this. "If it were me, I might also have a grudge. After all, they're not bad at heart. "
"Well..." Vendy pondered for a moment. "I may have a way to persuade them, but..."
"But what?"
"It may help them get rid of the Sleeping Spell."
"That's no different from now," Tilly said frankly. "If it's good for Roland and them, just do it."
*****
"Is this... really a good idea?" After returning to the residential building, Doris looked worried. "We've already offended Lady Tilly, and now we've refused the job of the lord of Neverwinter. If we completely annoy him, I'm afraid we'll all..."
Several other witches from the Eastern Region echoed her words.
"I think Doris is right. Roland Wimbledon isn't an ordinary lord. He's now the king of Graycastle. Even if we can return to the Eastern Region, it'll already be his territory."
"And we're not combat witches. Once he attacks us, we won't be able to resist at all."
"Come on, even if you can fight, can you defeat that lunatic Ashes? I bet she's been sick of us for a long time. "
"Actually... I think the Witch Union is quite nice to us."
"Don't even think about it. They'll definitely side with the king. We'll be lucky if they don't help His Majesty arrest us."
"Stop talking." Azima interrupted their argument. "Roland Wimbledon will never use tough means. Otherwise, the image he's built up will be in vain. If we agree to the recruitment order, what's the use of our previous insistence? In the end, we'll have to rely on the Sleeping Spell. In the eyes of outsiders, we're no different from other witches. "
While saying this, Azima felt a little conflicted. In all fairness, the Witch Union had helped them a lot in the past two weeks. They didn't bully them as she had expected, but treated them equally. Even the witch named Vendy had come to talk to her several times about the matter. Vendy's kindness really made Azima feel a sense of home, which she hadn't felt for a long time.
But Azima knew she could only continue to be indifferent. She had a hunch that once she opened her mouth, it would be difficult for her to escape from the Sleeping Spell.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She turned around impatiently.
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