Release that Witch

Morrier couldn't help but nod. .

In the past two months, the biggest feeling that no winter city has given her is that the attitude of the ordinary city people to the witch is not pretending to be familiar, nor is it indifferent to rejection, but half curious and half accustomed to it.

A few days ago, when she was hanging out in the harbour area, she happened to encounter a gust of wind blowing down the empty wooden box on the dock. She subconsciously summoned the magic servant and caught the fallen box. Not only did the crowds around me scream and flee, but they showed great interest in this transparent footless giant.

This is an unprecedented experience for Molly, even if it is sleeping on the island, the islanders who have migrated are not so close to the witch. Although they still follow the orders of His Royal Highness, the witches are actually alien in their hearts. It is a long-standing practice of most fjords, and only explorers and some businessmen will not mind the power they have.

As for the mainland of the Kingdom, which is deeply influenced by the church, let alone the situation.

When Lian was brought back to the West of Gray Fort for the first time, Molly would still be suspicious until he came here, only to find that the stories were too conservative.

In particular, I saw a large group of people climbing up and down the high-rise buildings. Evelyn runs a pub that is very lively at any time, and a candle that used to be regarded as useless in the factory. She was impressed by the scenes that were welcomed by everyone.

If it weren’t for fear of disturbing His Royal Highness, Molly had long wanted to take the initiative to find a job.

Anyway, she never slacked off when she was sleeping on the island.

"In addition, don't forget, we still have one of the biggest enemy devils." Tilly looked around the audience. "The meaning of the battle of God. You already know that even the Hermes Church is not worth mentioning in front of such an enemy. Therefore, everyone does not work for their own enjoyment. Every banknote means your contribution to the winter city and the whole human world. For the witch, this will be a glory: because everyone This can prove to the world that the witch is also an indispensable part of the human race, even a pivotal part!" She raised her right hand and clenched her fist. "I am willing to accept the recruited sisters. Please come to the stage now."

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"Eighty-six jobs, a total of sixty-nine, the results should be fairly good." After the meeting, Tilly handed the list to Wendy, "most of the waiters are just hesitant, if Give them some time, I believe there will be more people accepting the recruitment of no winter."

“It’s not bad,” Wendy exclaimed. “It’s beyond the expectations of her Majesty.”

“Oh?” Tilly asked curiously. “How much does he guess?”

Wendy smiled and held out three fingers.

"Thirty people?" Tilly said, "He is too small to see the sleeping spell."

"It’s not so much that he underestimated everyone’s enthusiasm, but it’s your credit,” Wendy put up with a smile and seriously took the ceremony to the five kings. “You don’t have to say the words behind.”

If it is just a simple preaching process, 30 people may already be optimistic guesses... It is Timlie’s speech for other sisters and the reputation of raising witches that impressed most people present. As a caretaker of the Communist Youth League, Wendy naturally knows what the companion lacks most. Apart from a stable place to rest, the rest is the approval of others.

After all, they have lived as ordinary people for more than ten years, and it is not so easy to be completely separated from the past.

"I said it for myself too," Tilly smiled and shook her head. "I saw a lot of interesting things from Roland. I also know how incredible this city is. If the battle of God is defeated, these are not all." So even if you can see more miracles, you can make a lot of effort. It is wise to hold together and warm before the end of the cold winter, isn't it?"

"...you are right." Wendy laughed too.

"Unfortunately not everyone will agree with me," said Tilly, shrugging helplessly. "For example, the witches in the East, they are likely to accept recruitment in the end."

“You mean a small group headed by Ajma?” Wendy said. “Since she and you are not dealing with it, why have you gone to the fjord with you?”

“It’s not like this at the beginning,” the five-wife sighed. “Before they merged into the sleeping island, they met the **** meeting, and the latter helped them to repel the church many times during the escape. Chasing the soldiers, so Aqima and others trust Heidi Morgan. This is nothing, but then with the conflict between the **** teeth and the sleeping spell, the cracks will follow."

"It turned out to be..."

"And I did not inform everyone, directly shot Herti, but also caused Ajima's resentment. So when they asked to take the Sleeping Beauty to leave the island, I promised them." Said, "In fact, if the book is not dissuaded, they may not be in the winter city."

"That's not your fault," Wendy comforted. "Hetty Morgan is deserving of her guilt. She has deceived the wolf."

"But it is true that she helped Akima." Tilly didn't seem to want to go into details. "If you change me, my heart may also have a must. After all, they are not bad."

"Oh..." Wendy indulged for a moment. "I might have a way to convince them, but..."

"But what?"

"It may get them out of the sleeping spell."

"That is no different from now," Tilly said calmly. "If this is good for Roland and them, you should do it."

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"So... really good?" Going back to the residential building, Doris showed the color of worry. "We have offended the adult of Tilly, and now I refuse the work of the winterless lord. If I completely annoy the other person, I am afraid. We all will..."

This sentence was echoed by several other Eastern witches.

"I think Doris is right. Roland Wimbledon is not the general lord. He is now the king of the Grey Fort. Even if we can return to the East, it is already his territory."

"And we are not fighting witches. Once the other party starts, we have no ability to resist."

"Get it, even if you can play, can you beat the madman? I bet, she has long seen that we are not pleasing to the eye."

"Actually... I think the Witch Alliance is pretty good for us."

"Don't think about it, they are definitely on the side of the king. It's not bad to stop helping us when we don't help."

"Don't say it," Ajima interrupted the dispute. "Roland Wimbledon will never use tough means, otherwise the image he created before will be completely in vain. If we agree to the recruitment order, then What has the previous insistence become? In the end, I still have to rely on the sleeping spell. In the eyes of outsiders, we are no different from other witches."

When she said this, she was quite entangled in her heart. In all fairness, in the past two months, the Witch Alliance has really given them a lot of help. They did not anticipate the bullying, but treated them equally, even the witch named Wendy. She also talked to her about this matter several times. The kindness of the goodness does give her a long-lost feeling of returning home.

But Ajima knew that she could only continue to be indifferent. She had a hunch that once she opened her mouth, she would never be able to escape from the sleeping spell.

Just then, a knock on the door sounded outside the house.

"Who?" She turned back a little impatiently.

"It's me, Wendy," a familiar voice outside the door, still calm and quiet, "I want to talk to you, Miss Akima."