Chapter 218 Lucia

Bell's condition stabilized.

Just like the weird arrangement when they first boarded the ship, those mercenaries with wooden guns on their backs divided everyone into several groups, and those who were badly skinned and in critical condition were first carried by them into that strange wooden house for treatment, and then they were sent to the strange wooden house on their backs for medical treatment. Children, families with children, and adults go in order.

Lucia and Ling were at the front. The whole treatment process was very quick. Blindfolded, she hugged her younger sister and walked into the hut with the help of mercenaries. Not long after waiting, someone delivered a pill to her. The meatballs were small and slightly sweet, and the other party also took the initiative to tell her that they had already fed her sister's medicine, so she didn't have to worry.

After walking out of the room and taking off the hood, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Ling's complexion was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although she was still in a coma, her forehead was no longer hot, the flush on her face faded, and the dark spots disappeared. without a trace.

When everyone was freed from the fear of dying and regained a new life, they were almost so excited that they knelt down and cheered towards the gray-haired man in the distance, paying their highest respect to him. I learned from the mercenary that he is the lord of the place, the head of the Western Territory, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.

What happened next was exactly as the rumors said. The lord not only lit a bonfire by the pier, cooked meat porridge and distributed it to everyone, but also told them that as long as they were willing to do things for the town, they could get rewards, food and shelter here. While enjoying the delicious meat porridge, everyone talked about it, saying that they were lucky to board the fleet to the west, and praised His Highness for his kindness.

Only Lucia felt a tinge of anxiety.

How on earth would she be able to contact the Freedom Society? The secretly circulated news only said that a group of witches stayed in Border Town, but did not mention how to find them. Perhaps an important part was lost in the transmission process. She vaguely heard that the news spread from the big cities in the middle of the kingdom.

Just when everyone was filling their stomachs and being guided by the mercenaries to the wooden shack by the river, a woman's voice suddenly appeared behind Lucia.

"Are you looking for us?"

She was startled, and at the same time she turned her head and took two steps forward, ready to run away, but when the appearance of the approaching person came into her eyes, Lucia couldn't help but stand still in place.

My God, what a beautiful woman that is, her long curly hair glows soft orange under the swaying firelight, her eyes are as bright as stars, and there is a sweet smile on her mouth. The most striking thing is the temperament she exudes, which is not inferior to any nobleman, as if she is a great big shot herself.

"My name is Nightingale, and I am a witch. Welcome to the small town in the west."

This feeling made Lucia lower her head involuntarily, "I...my name is Lucia White, and I want to join you."

"Then come with me," Nightingale smiled slightly, "I'll take you home."

At this time, the sun had already set into the mountains, and there was only a faint light left in the sky. Lucia followed her slowly with the sleeping bell on her back.

"When did you wake up?" she asked.

"Awakening?" Lucia was startled.

"It's the moment you transform into a witch," Nightingale explained. "From then on, your body will continue to gather magic power. We call this transformation awakening."

"I think...it was about two years ago," Lucia recalled. "Does magic mean the power of demons?"

"That's just the church's rhetoric," she shook her head. "Magic power is an ability bestowed on us by God, and has nothing to do with good or evil. The so-called demon body devouring is just the backlash of the body when the magic power is full, and can be avoided by practicing abilities." .”

"Can I not have to bear that kind of pain?" Lucia's eyes widened.

"That's right, if there were no church oppression, witches wouldn't have to suffer backlash at all." Nightingale blinked, "And this is the home where we can use our abilities freely." She pointed behind her, "This cute little guy is your sister What about the rest of your family?"

"They are all dead, only Ling and I escaped." Lucia was silent for a moment, "A group of people attacked Jinsui City, burned, killed and looted everywhere. In order to resist them, my father was pierced through the chest by... several swords, Mother told us to run quickly, and the result was, also..." A long-suppressed grief surged into her heart, preventing her from speaking in full. The hardships, hunger, thirst, and fear she endured along the way all turned into grievances. For the sake of her sister, she gritted her teeth and persisted until now, but the line of defense she built in her heart seemed to be unable to stop the violent ups and downs of her thoughts. Cheng burst into tears, she knew it was not good, and she should maintain etiquette when meeting for the first time, but the tears were like a storm, and she couldn't stop no matter what.

This will be hated by the other party, right? She felt her tears mixed with snot, and her mouth was full of salt. However, to Lucia's surprise, a pair of arms wrapped around her and embraced her in a warm embrace. The other party patted the back of her head lightly, not minding the dirt on her face covered with tears at all, and comforted her softly. Said: "Cry, just cry out."

...

When Lucia calmed down and raised her head, she saw that the other party's shoulders were soaked with her tears.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." She blushed.

"It's okay, are you feeling better?" Nightingale took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, hugged the bell with one hand, and held her with the other, "Let's go, there are many sisters waiting for you."

Lucia originally thought that the witches would be stationed in an unremarkable abandoned warehouse or basement, but Nightingale brought her into the castle area. Isn't this the lord's private domain? What surprised her even more was that the guard not only didn't stop her, but waved to her.

Could it be that the mutual aid society has controlled the whole town?

When she went up to the third floor of the castle and walked into a brightly lit room, she suddenly found that the man sitting opposite was the lord who had been cheered by the crowd before.

"This is the leader of the Witch Union, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon. He took in the surviving witches of the Freedom Society and spread the news to other cities, hoping to attract more sisters who have nowhere to live," Nightingale introduced, " And this town is the home of witches. You don’t need to doubt this, because the person who rescued your sister and all the sick people on the ship was the witch.”

Lucia's mind went blank. She never expected that there would be nobles willing to take in witches instead of treating them as tools or slaves. When she came back to her senses, she hurriedly bowed and saluted. The strange posture made Nightingale laugh out loud, "It's okay, Your Highness doesn't care about these etiquettes."

"You came from the east?" The lord's voice was calm and relaxed, not like a question, but like a chat.

Lucia glanced at the other party secretly, and saw him sitting casually on the chair, his expression full of interest.

"yes……"

With the deepening of the conversation and Nightingale's explanation, she gradually relaxed. Although the other party was a nobleman, she didn't have an aggressive attitude, but seemed like an elder who cared about her.

"So that's how it is. After two years of awakening, you are still underage..." He said with great interest, "Then, what is your ability?"

"Return an item to its original form," Lucia hesitated, "but it doesn't work on everything."

"The original appearance?" His 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, walked to the table and put her hand over the glass.

After a while, the cup began to shrink and deform, and eventually turned into three distinct substances: the leftmost one looked like a puddle of oily juice, dark and viscous, the middle was a small cluster of black powder, and the rightmost one was a The clear water was slowly dripping down the table.

(To be continued.,, your support is my biggest motivation.)