"Sorry, she's always been straightforward. She didn't mean any harm," Vendy hurriedly apologized. "You don't have to take her words to heart. If you get rid of Sleeping Spell, you'll live a much more difficult life... "
However, none of the witches responded, especially Azima. Her face was extremely pale, and her chest was heaving up and down, showing that she was in a state of intense emotional turmoil.
If it was just an ordinary sarcasm, she would have laughed contemptuously or argued with the person who mocked her, but Nightingale's words made her unable to say a single word. Apart from the accusation of cowardice, the other words pierced her heart like nails.
When they were still wandering in the Eastern Region, they had indeed spent a lot of energy in order to survive. Every day, she was like an invisible mouse, holding a copper plate in her hand, looking for other lost copper royals, and then exchanging them for bread and other food. If she were alone, she could live in any town, but she had many companions to take care of.
When the harvest was not enough for a day, everyone had to starve.
Azima believed that she was not a coward. Otherwise, she would not have had the courage to leave her home and go to an unknown territory alone. Similarly, she would not have met so many companions and become their leader.
However, Nightingale was right. Ever since she met the Bloodfang Association, her group had gradually lost its independence. After all, it was much faster for the combat witches to directly deal with the mice than to rely on their ability to pick up scraps to survive. If they were lucky, the coins they could snatch in one day would be enough to cover half a month of her busy work. They only needed her guidance when they were traveling in the desolate wilderness.
Moreover, the strong fighting ability of the Sleeping Spell had also ensured their safety. As a result, she no longer cared about how many copper royals she had in her pocket, whether it was enough to buy food for the journey, or whether she could support a commission with a caravan. After they reunited with the main force, this situation did not change.
After a while, Azima gritted her teeth and asked, "How hard is it?"
"I don't know the specific amount of living funds that Sleeping Spell will provide in the future, but it should not be lower than the standard of the Witch Union. That is, at least one Golden Dragon a month, which is already four to five times that of ordinary people." Vendy said worriedly. "Moreover, this income also includes food and accommodation expenses, so there's even less for free spending."
"Most importantly, even if you break free from the Sleeping Spell, the Witch Union will not be able to accept you for the time being. The reason is very simple. His Majesty doesn't want a rift between the Witch Union and Sleeping Spell, and this kind of thing itself is very easy to misunderstand … "
"That's it?" She interrupted angrily. "Twenty silver royals a month, that's a hundred and twenty for everyone. Does she think I can't do it? Stop joking! I'm not some young lady of noble birth. In order to exchange for a bit of food, I've even rummaged through the sewers and garbage dumps. Why would I be afraid of this little hardship? No, this was nothing at all. If you don't believe me, watch carefully, Nightingale! I know you're still here! "
"Miss Azima..." Vendy was about to persuade her again, but Doris stopped her.
"I know you're doing this for our own good, but I also think what we did before was a little too much. After hearing what Miss Nightingale said, I still feel a little embarrassed." She touched her slightly red cheeks in embarrassment and said in a low voice, "Perhaps Heidi Morgan really doesn't take us seriously as she said, but we can't go on like this. I support Azima's decision this time. "
"Me too. If Azima is a coward, then what are we?"
"Me too!"
Everyone nodded.
"I've made up my mind. I want to leave the Sleeping Spell. Not only do I want to survive, but I also want to pay back what I owe them!" Azima looked around the room and said with hatred, "You'll have to swallow your words, Nightingale!"
Vendy sighed. After a long silence, she said, "Now that you've made your choice, I'll explain it to Her Highness Tilly. In addition, I'll try my best to apply to His Majesty to keep your special salaries. In this way, when you accept the witches' recruitment, you'll get some special notes. Life will be much easier this way. "
Azima turned her head stiffly and said, "As you wish."
...
Walking out of the community, Vendy could not help but let out a long sigh.
"What's wrong?" Nightingale's voice came from behind.
"Nothing. I just suddenly feel a little... ashamed," she murmured. She muttered, "I'm not what they think I am. I want them to work for His Majesty Roland."
"But you still did it, didn't you? Because you know it's better for everyone. If you continue to maintain the status quo, their resistance will affect Her Highness Tilly, which will be harmful to the Sleeping Spell. " Nightingale appeared. "I've seen too many people like this. It's far more effective to beat them up than to persuade them with kind words. Some of the more stubborn ones won't repent until they're at death's door. "
Vendy could not help but laugh. "It seems that asking for your help was the right choice. Azima, who even dared to express her dissatisfaction in front of Tilly, was rendered speechless by you. No wonder you're the Shadow Killer who once shocked King's City. "
"I said it according to your plan." Nightingale twitched the corner of her mouth. "At most, my tone was a little harsh."
"The essence is your tone." Vendy sighed. "Even I felt nervous for her at that time. She wasn't acting when she said 'enough'. If it were me, I would have made the same choice. "
"Wait... why do I feel that it's not a compliment?" Nightingale muttered.
"It's a compliment. Of course it's a compliment. Take the Chaos Drinks as proof." Vendy smiled and took her hand. "Tonight, let's exchange the ten-dollar bills for drinks and have a good drink. What do you think?"
"Okay, I believe you."
*****
After reading through Vendy's report, Roland finally felt relieved.
Most of the Sleeping Island witches had accepted the recruitment, and a few small groups did not cause too much trouble. Everything was developing in the direction he expected. If everything went well, witches would soon appear in all fields of the production industry. People would be able to see these young and beautiful women active everywhere. It would be a unique scene in Neverwinter.
More importantly, the addition of more than 70 new witches would bring a great leap to the industry of Neverwinter. He was looking forward to it.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
The signal came from City hall.
He picked up the receiver and heard Barov's voice.
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