The bell’s condition stabilized.

Like the strange arrangements of the first boarding, the mercenaries carrying wooden guns divided the people into groups, and the skin blossomed, and the critical situation first entered the strange wooden house on their backs for treatment, followed by the order of the young, the families with children, and adults.

Lucia and the bell were at the forefront—the whole course of treatment was so rapid that she, blindfolded, holding her sister, and walking into the hut with the help of a mercenary.Before long, someone put a pill in her hand.The ball was very small, slightly sweet, and the other party also took the initiative to tell her that her sister's medicine had been fed by them, so that she did not have to worry.

After walking out of the room and removing the hood, she was surprised to see that the appearance of the bell was getting better at the speed visible to the naked eye, although it was still in a coma, but the forehead was no longer hot, the tide on her face was red, and the black spot disappeared without a trace.

When all were freed from the fear of death and reborn, they were so excited that they bowed down to the gray-haired man in the distance and paid the highest tribute to him.It was known from the mouth of the mercenary that he was the lord of the land, the lord of the West, and His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.

The next is exactly the same as the rumor, the lord not only lit a bonfire on the dock, boiled meat porridge for everyone, but also told them that as long as they are willing to work for the town, they can get gratuities, food and shelter here.Everyone enjoyed the porridge sprayed with fragrant meat, and all talked about it, saying that they were fortunate to have boarded the fleet to the west, and praised His Highness for mercy.

Only Lucia felt a little anxious.

How can she contact the helper?The secret news was that only a group of witches had left in the border town, but did not mention how they had been found—probably an important part of the spread, and she vaguely heard that the news had spread from the great cities of the middle of the kingdom.

Just as they were filling their bellies and led by the mercenaries to the wooden sheds 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 took two steps forward, ready to escape, but when the appearance of the people came into her eyes, Lucia could not help staying in the same place.

God, what a beautiful woman that was called, long curly hairs glowing soft orange light in the swaying fire, eyes as bright as stars, and a sweet smile on the corners of the mouth.The most striking thing was the temperament she exuded, no less inferior to any nobleman, as if she were a great man herself.

"My name is Nightinge, and I'm a witch, and I'm welcome to the western town."

This feeling made Lucia unable to keep her head down, "I... my name is Lucia White, and I want to join you."

"Then come with me," said the Nightingeon with a slight smile, "I'll take you home."

By this time the sun had fallen into the mountains, and there was only a faint light in the sky, and Lucia was slowly following her behind her with a sleeping bell.

“When did you wake up?”She asked.

“Awakened?”Lucia is stupored.

“It’s the moment you become a witch,” Nightinger explains, “and from that time on, your body will continue to gather magic, and we call this transformation awakening.”

“I think... about two years ago,” Lucia recalled, “is magic the power of demons?”

“That’s just the church’s saying,” she said, shaking her head, “magic is the power that God has given us, and has nothing to do with good and evil.”The so-called demon phage is nothing but the reaction to the body when the magic is full, which can be avoided by practicing ability.”

“Can’t you just have to suffer that pain?”Lucia rolled her eyes.

“Yes, without the oppression of the Church, the witch would not have to suffer.”The Nightingeon blinks, "And this is the home where we can freely use our power."She pointed behind her, “Is this cute little guy your sister?”“What about your other family?”

"They are all dead, only me and the bell escaped," Lucia was silent for a moment, "a group of people attacked the city of golden ears, burned and looted everywhere, and my father was . . . several swords pierced his chest, and his mother let us run, and the result was also..." A long-suppressed sorrow came to her heart, so that she could no longer speak the whole words.The ordeals, hunger and thirst, and fear all turned into grievances and thinning, for her sister, she gritted her teeth and insisted on the present, but the line of defense built in her heart no longer seemed to be able to stop the violent ups and downs of thought, sobbing quickly became a loud cry, she knew that this was not good, the first meeting should be maintained etiquette, but tears are like a storm, how can not stop.

They hate each other, don’t they?She felt her tears and snot mixed with saltiness in her mouth.However, to Lucia's surprise, a pair of arms around her, hugged her in a warm bosom, and the other side gently patted her back of her head, completely did not mind the dirty things that were flushed with tears on her face, and softly comforted: "Crue, cry out."

...

When Lucia calmed down and raised her head, she saw that the other shoulder was soaked in her own tears.

“I’m sorry,” she said red-faced.

“It doesn’t matter, is it better?”The nightling pulled out her handkerchief to help her wipe her face, pick up the bell with one hand, and hold her in the other. "Let's go, there are many sisters waiting for you."

Lucia had thought that the witch's premises would be located somewhere inconsently abandoned warehouses and basements, and did not expect the Nightingers to take her into the castle area - is this not the lord's private territory?To her surprise, the guards not only did not stop her, but waved to her.

Will the whole town be brought under control?

On the third floor of the castle and into a brightly lit room, she suddenly found that the man sitting opposite was the lord who had received the cheers of the people.

“This is the leader of the League of Witches, His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon.He took in the witches who survived the Help, and spread the news to other cities, hoping to bring in more sisters who had nowhere to live," Nightinge said, "and this town is the home of witches."You don't have to doubt that, because it was the witch who had been rescuing your sister and all the sick people on board."

Lucia's head was blank, and she had no idea that there would be nobles willing to house witches, rather than treat them as tools or slaves.When she returned to God, she bowed in panic, and the strange posture of the nighting was too much for the nighting to laugh, "It's okay, your Highness does not care about these etiquette."

“Are you coming from the East?”The Lord's voice was peaceful and relaxed, not like a question, but like a small talk.

Lucia glanced at each other, only to see him sitting casually in his chair, full of interest.

“Yes...”

As the conversation deepened and the nightinge aside explained, her mood gradually relaxed, although the other party is a noble, but there is no aggressive attitude, but like a care for their elders.

“So, two years of awakening, now I’m not yet an adult...” He said with interest, “what is your ability?”

“Turn an object back to its original appearance,” Lucia hesitated, “but not everything.”

“The original look?”His Highness touched his chin and pushed a beautiful cup to the table, “Can you show me?”

"That would destroy it."

“No problem.”

Lucia nodded, went to the table, and put her hand above the cup.

Soon, the cup began to shrink and deform, and eventually turned into three distinct substances: the left side looks like a pool of oil juice, dark and sticky, with a small cluster of black powder in the middle, and the right side is a stall of water, which is slowly dripping along the table.

(Unfinished.)