Release that Witch

The condition of the bell has stabilized.

Like the weird arrangement at the time of boarding, the mercenaries carrying wooden guns divided everyone into groups, and they were rushed into the strange wooden house for treatment, followed by the year. The order of the young, the family with the child, and the adult is followed.

Lucia and the bells were at the forefront. The entire treatment process was very rapid. She was blindfolded and she hugged her sister and walked into the hut with the help of mercenaries. Without waiting for a long time, someone sent a pill to her hand. The meatballs are small and slightly sweet, and the other party also tells her that the sister's medicine has been fed by them so that she does not have to worry.

After walking out of the room and taking off the hood, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the color of the bell improved at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although she was still in a coma, her forehead was no longer hot, the flushing on her face faded, and the dark spots disappeared. There is no trace.

When everyone was freed from the fear of dying and regained their abilities, they were almost too excited to be self-sufficient. They all screamed at the gray-haired man in the distance and paid him the highest respect. From the mercenary's mouth, he was the lord of the place, and he was in charge of the West, and Roland Wimbledon.

Next, exactly the same as the rumors, the lord of the lord not only ignited a bonfire at the dockside, but also distributed the porridge to everyone, and told them that they would be able to get rewards, food and shelter if they were willing to work for the town. While enjoying the fragrant meat porridge, everyone talked about it and said that they had fortunately boarded the fleet to the West and praised His Royal Highness.

Only Lucia felt a bit of anxiety.

How can she contact the Communist Youth League? The secret message only said that a group of witches stayed in Bianbu Town, but did not mention how to find them. It was probably an important part of the process of communication. She faintly heard that the news was transmitted from the big cities in the middle of the kingdom.

Just as everyone filled their stomachs and was guided by the mercenaries to the wooden shed by the river, a woman’s voice suddenly appeared behind Lucia.

"Are you looking for us?"

She was shocked, and when she turned back, she took two steps forward and prepared for the escape. However, when the appearance of the person came into her eyes, Lucia could not help but stand in the same place.

God, what a beautiful woman, long curly hair glows softly under the swaying fire, eyes bright like a star, and a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. The most striking thing is that she exudes temperament, which is no less inferior to any nobleman, as if she is a big man.

"My name is Nightingale, a witch. Welcome to the West Town."

This feeling made Lucia unable to help but bow down. "I... my name is Lucia White, I want to join you."

"So come with me," the nightingale smiled. "I will take you home."

At this time the sun had fallen into the mountains, leaving only a faint light in the sky, Lucia carrying a sleepy bell and slowly following behind her.

"When did you wake up?" she asked.

"Awakening?" Lucia groaned.

“The moment it turns into a witch,” the Nightingale explained. “From now on, your body will continue to gather magic, and we call this transformation an awakening.”

"I think... probably two years ago," Lucia recalls. "Is magic the power of the demon?"

"That's just the church's rhetoric," she shook her head. "Magic is the ability that God has given us. It has nothing to do with good and evil. The so-called evil demon pharyngeal body, but the reflexion of the body when the magic is full, can be avoided by practicing ability. ""

"Can you not bear the pain?" Lucia widened her eyes.

"Yes, if there is no church oppression, the witch does not have to suffer the rebellion." Nightingale said, "And here is the home we can use freely." She pointed her finger, "This cute little guy is your sister." What about your other family?"

"All died, only me and the bell escaped," Lucia said for a moment. "A group of people attacked Jinsuicheng, burning and looting everywhere. My father was pierced by his chest to resist them." Mother let us run fast, and the result is also..." A sorrow that has been suppressed for a long time comes to my heart, so that she can no longer speak the complete words. The hardships, hunger, thirst, and fear that endured along the way all turned into grievances. For the sake of her sister, she insisted that the line of defense that she had built up in her heart could no longer stop the violent ups and downs. It became a loud cry, she knew that this was not good, she should keep the etiquette when she first met, but the tears were like a storm, and she couldn’t stop it.

Is this going to be hated by the other party? She felt her tears and nose mixed together, and her mouth was full of salt. What surprised Lucia, however, was that a pair of arms wraped around and held her into her warm arms. The other patted her back on her head. She didn’t care about the dirty things on her face that were washed with tears. Road: "Cry, just cry out."

......

When Lucia was in a calm mood and looked up, she saw that her shoulder was soaked by her tears.

"Yes, sorry..." She blushes.

"It's okay, is it better?" The night handkerchief helped her wipe her face, holding the bell in one hand and holding her in the other. "Let's go, there are many sisters waiting for you."

Lucia had thought that the witches’ residence would be located in an obscure warehouse and basement somewhere. I didn’t expect the nightingale to bring her into the castle area. Isn’t this the private territory of the lord? What surprised her even more was that the guards not only did not stop her, but also waved to her.

Did the Communist Youth League control the entire town?

On the third floor of the castle, when she walked into a brightly lit room, she was surprised to find that the man sitting opposite was the lord who had received the cheers of the people.

"This is the leader of the Witch Alliance, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. He has hosted the witches who survived the Aid and has spread the news to other cities, hoping to attract more sisters who have nowhere to live," said the Nightingale. And this town is the home of the witches. You don't have to doubt this, because it was the witch who had treated your sister and all the patients on board."

There was a blank in Lucia's head. She did not think that there would be no aristocrats willing to accept witches, instead of treating witches as tools or slaves. When she came back, she only panicked and bowed, and the strange posture of the shape made the nightingale unable to bear to laugh. "It doesn't matter, His Highness doesn't care about these etiquette."

"You come from the east?" The voice of the Lord's adult is peaceful and relaxed. It is not like a question, but it is like chatting.

Lucia sneaked at the other side and saw that he was sitting on the chair casually, and his expression was full of interest.

"Yes……"

As the conversation deepened and the explanation of the nightingale was added, her mood gradually relaxed. Although the other party was an aristocrat, she did not have an aggressive attitude. It was like an elder who cared about herself.

"It turns out that two years of awakening, now not yet mature..." he said with great interest, "So, what is your ability?"

"Return an item back to its original appearance," Lucia hesitated. "But it doesn't work for everything."

“Original appearance?” His Royal Highness touched his chin and pushed a beautiful cup to the table. “Can you show it to me?”

"This will destroy it."

"No problem."

Lucia nodded, went to the table and placed her hand over the cup.

In a short while, the cup began to shrink and deform, eventually turning into three distinct substances: the leftmost one looks like a pool of oil, dark and sticky, with a small cluster of black powder in the middle, and the right one is a Spread the water, and slowly drip down the table.

(To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)