Release that Witch

"Sister, we are here," Cole Condén rushed into the cabin.

"I have told you twice, this trip does not call my sister," Itis looked up and swept him. "You forgot?"

"No..." Cole shuddered. "No, I remember."

"Who am I?"

"I, my clerk, Ms. Isis."

"What about you?"

"Father... No, the ambassador sent by Calvin Kant, the Duke of the North."

"Very good, remember not to make a third mistake," Itis stood up, and moved some stiff hands and feet out of the cabin. "Call the messenger, we went to the inner city."

This is a small trick that Isis usually plays. She always likes to observe her own negotiating objects behind the scenes. After she has made a preliminary impression, she will come forward to negotiate. In addition to being able to plan ahead, she can give her a fresh feeling. If the goal is male, ten will be interested in yourself.

She never evades her female identity, but instead regards it as a communicative advantage.

Since it has the title of Pearl of the North, it cannot be wasted naturally.

"What about the head?"

"Of course, first on the boat, is it that you still want to hold the stuff into the bedroom?" She grinned. "They have stinked."

Walking down the trestle, Isis noticed that the boats in the canal were extraordinarily numerous, and there were many crowds on the pier. Most of them were carrying bags, and they were not like slaves or businessmen. This made her quite curious. In addition to the above two categories, very few people will travel in the spring season.

She hired a follower, "to ask where they are going."

"What does this have to do with us?" Cole did not understand.

"Since Roland Wimbledon has occupied the city, he will always issue some new policies to declare his authority. This can also reflect his temperament from the side, and of course it has something to do with us." Itis smiled. In addition, you can also spend a few golden dragons, ask the mouse to help you collect some, but I prefer the news I heard.

"Yes, is that the case..."

"Let's look at it, think more, ambassador," she said. "This is a rare opportunity."

After entering the city gate, the pedestrians on the street suddenly increased. The simple stalls were placed on both sides of the road. The merchants sipped their own goods and shouted for a while. A few years ago, Itis had participated in the adult ceremony of the Five Princesses with her father. The image of the city and the memory did not change much, and it was still very lively.

If you are in the Yonge Night City, not a festival or a celebration, you will never see the scene of the crowd.

Suddenly, a preacher on the street caught her attention.

"Wait a moment," Isis let the team stop moving forward, and took Cole to the crowd where the people gathered.

"You will saw the wood? Will you build the bricks? Will you take care of the cattle and sheep? As long as there is a skill, it is the talent that Roland needs! Go to the West, and you are building a new kingdom there - no winter city! You The talent will bring you a good reward!"

Talent? It is an interesting statement that Itis is pondering. But what does the new king mean? No winter city? Is there such a city in the West?

Going forward for dozens of steps, another person in the circle.

"The witch is not guilty. This is the confession written by the high priest before the execution." Another preacher waved the instrument in his hand. "They may be your loved ones, your daughter, your sister! If you still If you are afraid of them, send them to No Winter City! There, they will receive meticulous care. If you are not willing to leave them, you can also go together! Your promise is that the witch’s family will get a shelter from the wind. House and decent work!"

"The high priest was executed?" Kerk squinted.

Itis frowned. If this is the new deal of Roland Wimbledon, it is too much to be promoted. He is not afraid of recruiting thunderous revenge from the church. It is not a battle between nobles, but a war of heresy.

I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse to be loyal to such a king.

After spending half an hour walking through the streets that lead directly to the inner city, she discovered that there were such presenters everywhere, almost all the things that were done after the slain of the king were repeated, and any one came to the king. The people of the city, as long as they listen to the street for a long time, can understand these changes, even the mouse does not have to find.

"Adult, I have asked clearly," the waiter who was ordered to inquire about the news, panting and catching up with the team. "They are all ready to go-"

"No winter city, right?" Itis interrupted.

"You... all know?"

"The hotel didn't look for it first. We went to the palace to hand in the messenger's documents," she said, and there was a faint hunch in her heart. "Now, hurry!"

......

"What do you say?" Kerr said differently, "Is Roland's Majesty already leaving the king for a week? Didn't the ceremony be held?"

"The receptionist said so," said the attendant. "The original minister left a chief minister named Barov Mons, but he also left the kingdom yesterday. Now in the palace. The servant is no longer inhabited. The receptionist also said that if you want to talk to the city hall, he can tell you."

"No," Itis was cold. She did not expect the hunch to be fulfilled, and she rushed all the way, but the result was empty - Roland actually planned to move the king, let this big city do not, go to the West to rebuild a new city! What did he think in his head? To know the cities of this size, it is impossible to complete the construction of three or four decades!

"What do we do?" Cole whispered as he looked at the messenger group members behind him.

She was sullen, and it took a while to open her mouth. "Turn back to the dock, we will go to no winter city!"

"There are people left anyway, we don't have to hurry like this," Cole said bitterly. "I didn't take a shower in a week. I feel that my body is getting too long."

Itis sniffed the collar and smelled a strange smell. She finally sighed. "Then I will find a hotel to rest for one night and start tomorrow morning."

However, when the second angels arrived at the dock, they found that their ships were burned with only the skeleton left.

"What is going on here?" Fortis felt for the first time that her head was not enough.

"Cough, don't be angry, sister - Ms. Isis, look at it, think more..." Cole waved a passerby. "Is there a fire at the pier?"

"Ah, you said this," the other enthusiasm explained. "I don't know which **** corpse on the ship, the smell of the mouse was stolen. You don't know, everyone is particularly sensitive to this thing, after all, big Half a year ago, there was an evil plague in the city, which was caused by the corpse scattered by the church. In short, it was only safe to deal with this thing. The captain has been arrested by the guards. Why, do you know him?"

Isis didn’t know what to use to answer the question. After a long time, she said, “Thank you, don’t know.”

It seems that I have to find a new ship, she thought, probably this trip of allegiance will not be as smooth as I imagined... right?