Chapter 1000 Partner

The fire in the room was burning fiercely, reflecting half of the floor red.

Listening to the crackling of firewood, and looking at the howling north wind and falling snow outside the window, Azima felt warm all over her body. Perhaps it was the sequelae left by rummaging through garbage dumps for food when she was a child. Usually, in winter, her hands would develop frostbite, crack and peel off the skin. After moving to Sleeping Island, it did not improve. Instead, it was caused by long-term exposure to salty fish. Sea water, becomes more serious.

But now, there are only a few shallow gaps on her fingers, no bloodshot eyes, and no pain - although frostbite sores are not unbearable compared to the pain she suffered while begging, no one would despise the pain less. She almost forgot about this whole body comfortable experience.

The living environment of Neverwinter City is indeed indescribably magical. Even the most common residences are very different from other towns.

For example, in this brick house, both sides of the walls are covered with thick mortar, and every corner of the windows is closely connected with the masonry. Difficulty maintaining sufficient temperature. If it were an ordinary residence in Jinsui City, there would probably be air leaks everywhere at this moment, and the doors and windows would howl.

In addition, there are holes in the fireplace, which can guide part of the heat under the bed in the bedroom next door. When the fire is turned off in the middle of the night, the bed is basically warm.

And that's just a small part of what she found. Such details are everywhere in Neverwinter, and the longer you live, the deeper you feel—sometimes Azima can't help but suspect that this city was not built because people need to settle here .

It is a paradise born for enjoyment.

As for why it was built in the Western Territory, which is most affected by the evil moon, it is because of the strong contrast: the warmth felt in the land where the seasons are like spring is obviously not as impressive as the warmth under the ice and snow. The more impossible it is, the more commendable it will be when it is achieved.

For a moment, she almost believed the thought herself.

"The soup is ready, dinner is ready." Doris walked out of the kitchen with a pot of thick soup and placed it on the low table in the living room.

"...I'm sorry to trouble you," Azima handed a cushion to the other party, and sat down at the table herself.

Two dishes and one soup, all with mushrooms as the main ingredient - this special product of the Western Region called bird-kiss mushroom, has an excellent fat taste and fragrant juice, no extra seasoning is needed, just sprinkle some salt, no matter what Either way is delicious. But she also knows that this is actually the cheapest ingredient in Neverwinter, and its price is comparable to that of wheat.

"Hehe, I bought a lot of mushrooms and put them in the house while the market was clearing the stalls for sale," Doris said happily. "Even if we run out of food this winter, these mushrooms should be enough to last us until the beginning of spring. Although they have been stored for a long time The taste will not be so delicious, but at least it will fill your stomach."

Azima scooped up a spoonful of soup, and under the light of the fire, the little oily flakes floating on the soup surface reflected a golden luster, which looked quite attractive. After putting it into her mouth, the full fresh fragrance immediately filled her mouth, and flowed into her stomach along with the hot soup, warming her entire abdomen.

It still had an impeccable taste, but she didn't have the same appetite as before.

After only drinking two spoonfuls, Azima put down the small bowl in her hand.

"What's wrong?" Doris quickly noticed her strangeness.

"I was wondering...whether I made a wrong decision that day," Azima said in a low voice after a long silence, "Leaving here was supposed to be my own plan, but now it made everyone and their long-lost relatives lose the past." A chance for a better life. If Bai Li and the others hadn't escaped from the malevolent spell, they might have lived in a big house with heating at this moment, instead of several people crammed into a small house with no room to turn over."

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden..." Doris was stunned for a moment, and then comforted, "No matter how small the house is, it is always a shelter from the wind and rain, not to mention that after their relatives have saved the down payment, they will pay for it one after another. Move out again, although it is not as good as Maleficent's residence, but I think it is pretty good for the two of us to live in. Compared to when we were wandering before—”

"But it's not what it used to be!" She interrupted the other party, her tone even a little irritable.

Azima misestimated her ability and the situation—before she could lead everyone to rummage in the trash for a long time, or fight for food with a group of wild dogs, how could she be ashamed now? to do something like this? Even if the other sisters didn't care, she would never let Tilly's group see her jokes.

In the same way as ordinary residents, she submitted several job applications to the city hall, but none of them were approved. The Ministries of Construction and Industry recruited all strong, grown men, which meant she couldn't work on the minimum construction sites and kilns. In addition, most positions have literacy requirements, and those with a little better salary also need a primary education diploma. Even the clerk of the city hall suggested that she go to the college to finish her studies first, so as not to delay her bright future.

Among the six people now, only Doris and Baili have an unstable job: the former is employed by the Witch Union to perform secondary enchantment for the enchanted copper rod created by Miss Mystery Moon, and the salary is the same as that of the witches who live in the castle. Close, you can earn thirty or forty silver wolves in almost a day. It's a pity that this job doesn't happen every day, and sometimes it doesn't necessarily happen once a week.

The latter works in a tailor shop. Since it has nothing to do with ability, the salary is basically the same as that of ordinary people, ranging from fifteen to twenty silver wolves a month, depending on the specific working days.

The other sisters also encountered the same dilemma as themselves.

In other words, the living expenses of the six of them fell on Doris and Baili.

Because of this, the warmer and more comfortable the life, the more Azima felt guilty - when she refused Wendy's kindness, she wanted to prove herself to that guy named Nightingale that she was by no means a coward , even without relying on Maleficent, she can go on as she wishes. But the current situation undoubtedly made her feel very embarrassed.

Therefore, there was a hint of impatience in her voice.

But as soon as the words blurted out, Azima regretted, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay," Doris held her hand, "I know how you feel, and what I want to say is that everyone decided to leave Maleficent together because they agree with your thoughts, and it's not anyone's fault. Fault. As for small things like living expenses, you don't have to worry about it, you have paid so much for us before, can't you let us pay back some now?"

"What about repayment? I didn't do this for your reward."

"Then it's the same for us, okay?" Doris said with a wink.

"But..." Azima didn't know what to reply for a while, looking at the sincere face of the other party, she suddenly felt something faintly surging in her eyes-this kind of feeling that hadn't appeared for a long time was so strange that it seemed like it was covered with rust. The iron lock with traces was even a little sour when it was opened again. However, she tried her best to endure it. As the leader everyone trusted, what she said just now was out of character, and she couldn't allow herself to make mistakes again and again.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound outside the door.

"Who?" She hurriedly turned her head away, withdrew her hand and stood up, both as a question and as a cover-up.

"It's me, Wendy," the other party replied, "His Majesty Roland wants to talk to you."