Chapter 408: Deja Vu

"Is this the Northwest Bay?"

At the dock of Fulan Port, a group of people dressed as merchants got off the merchant ship. The leader was a woman. After seeing the merchant ships lined up in the port and the busy porters, she exclaimed.

"Sister Sevilla, this place looks pretty good."

A child who looked only in his teens looked around with excitement.

This group of people was Sevilla Asitini and others from Jiaowan. There were 10 people in their group, 4 men and 6 women.

After the secret law promised to provide help, many people in the refugee camp were willing to join the secret law to seek asylum, while others returned to the people to hide because the search for wizards along the coast of Jiaowan was suspended. The rest of the people accepted Sevilla's proposal after repeated discussions and traveled across the ocean to the Northwest Bay.

"Rogins, don't run around!"

A gray-haired, somewhat elderly man reached out and grabbed the boy who was about to run around, and turned to Sylvia and said, "Miss Asitini, we'll wait for you at the dock first."

"Okay, old Ode, don't let everyone run around, I'll be back soon."

Old Ode had a good relationship with everyone in the group, and Sylvia was relieved to leave her companion to him. She pulled her hood and walked quickly eastward.

After asking several passers-by, Sylvia came to the gate of a warehouse and shouted loudly, "Excuse me, is Mr. McKinley here?"

The busy workers heard her strange accent in Ordo and focused their attention.

"Miss, do you have something to do with Mr. McKinley?"

"Yes, please inform me that someone named Asitini is looking for him."

After a while, Lister's colleague McKinley trotted to Sylvia.

"Welcome, welcome. This beautiful lady must be Miss Sevilla."

Sevilla smiled and nodded to him, "Hello, Mr. McKinley, it's me."

"Haha, I received a letter from Lister two weeks ago. I didn't expect that he could introduce so many alchemists to settle in Northwest Bay. "High-level talents" like you... Oh, the Earl will definitely reward him with a large sum of money when he knows about it."

"You are too kind."

"I have helped you find a store and accommodation according to the instructions in the letter. The price is absolutely fair and reasonable. And it is in the neighborhood where people from the corner bay live. It will definitely make you feel like you are back home."

"That's great. Lister said that as long as you ask him, there will be no problem."

Sevilla took out a small bag from his arms, and there was a crisp sound of metal collision inside.

"This is our small gift to reward you for your hard work these days."

McKinley quickly refused: "How can I do this? Since you are Liszt's friends, you are also my friends. It is my duty to help you."

"We will have many more things to trouble you in the future, please be sure to accept it."

"Hehe! Then I'm sorry."

After some shoving and pushing, McKinley took the bag a little embarrassedly. He shook the weight, wow! Is the alchemist so rich?

Soon he and Sevilla went to the dock to find the others and came to the selected store to visit.

The group was very satisfied and immediately made a deal with the original owner.

"Ah, we finally have a proper place to settle down."

Old Ode found a chair and sat down, and his whole body was comfortable. Nearly a month of drifting life on the sea is really a great suffering for an old man like him.

"Mr. McKinley."

After the companions found a place to rest, Sevilla pulled McKinley aside.

"I heard people on the street talking about the 'opening ceremony'. What's going on?"

"Oh, you mean this. Do you know that our lord, Lord Paul Graman, has established a customs union with four other neighboring lords? Naturally, there will be no tariffs within the alliance, and it will be more convenient for everyone to exchange goods in the future. This ceremony will be held in three days, near a checkpoint at the border between southern Arda and Larnaca. At that time, the customs union will be officially declared to be effective."

"Really?" Sevilla understood. She already knew a lot about the Northwest Gulf Customs Union because Lister talked about it every day.

Maybe she should go and see this ceremony, and then tell Lister about it.

...

Three days later, she finally got what she wanted.

At the junction of Arda and Larnaca, colorful flags fluttered, and on both sides of the checkpoint roadblock, in addition to circles of people, there were also carriages, and the carriages were full of various goods.

The five lords walked onto a temporary podium and gave short speeches one by one.

Based on Lister's daily description, Sevilla recognized Count Paul Graman standing in the middle. He was really young.

"Gentlemen, the checkpoints between the territories in the alliance will no longer be an obstacle to trade! I declare that we will remove them!"

No mistake!

Finally, Paul Graman made a summary. Following his order, the roadblocks that were still across the road were moved aside by a group of people.

"Long live!"

There were cheers on both sides of the checkpoint.

Amidst the bustle, merchants on both sides drove their carriages to the other side to sell their goods. Although they often walked this road, today's ceremony was of great significance.

Soon this junction became a temporary market, people walked around, choosing their favorite goods, and many bards performed, creating a festive atmosphere.

There were also merchant representatives who ran up to the podium to offer grain to the lords in accordance with the ancient tradition, and the lords accepted it with a smile.

Sevilla stood far away on the side of the road, looking at the young Earl Graman on the stage, trying to observe what was different about this lord worshipped by Lister. According to Lister, all the changes that have taken place in the Northwest Bay in recent years were brought about by this magical lord.

But gradually, she was attracted by a person next to the earl.

To be more precise, it was a woman.

The scholar's dress, the wide-brimmed pointed hat on her head, and the long emerald green hair under the hat.

There was no mistake. Although the face could not be seen clearly, all other features pointed to a certain person in her memory.

"Sir, who is the woman dressed like a scholar beside Count Graman?"

She asked the people watching the fun in a low voice.

"Are you talking about Miss Ladi Setia? Oh, she is not simple, she is a government official in charge of education under our lord. Oh, she is so young, a woman, and a foreigner from Horn Bay, but she can be entrusted with an important task by the lord. I really hope that my daughter can be so promising when she grows up." The person who answered looked hopeful.

But his words made Sevilla feel like being struck by lightning.

"From Horn Bay?"

She kept muttering this sentence to herself.

Is it you?

The Blue Witch.