Chapter 219 Sister and Sister

"Welcome to the Witch Union!" In the hall, a group of colorful witches of different ages toasted and laughed. net

"Thanks, thank you." Lucia felt her eyes warm up again. She sniffed, resisting the urge to shed tears, raised her glass and drank the ale in one gulp. It wasn't as bitter as she remembered, but the aroma Medium with a little sweetness.

After meeting the lord, with the assistance of Nightingale, she took a hot bath for herself and Bell, and changed into a set of clean clothes. After getting her sister settled, Lucia followed Nightingale back to the castle hall. Here the witches throw a welcome feast for her.

It was the first time Lucia saw so many of the same kind, and the last bit of doubt in her heart dissipated. If the witch was imprisoned here, or forced to serve the lord, it would be impossible to show such a light and bright smile.

Thinking of what Nightingale said, "This is the home of the witches", she suddenly had an empathetic feeling. Compared with those witches who exposed their identities and were chased and executed by the church, it was not easy to find a safe and comfortable place to stay. Since Jinsui City was attacked by thugs, in just over a month, she has suffered a lot from running around. And the warm welcome from the Witch Union finally made her feel a little more relaxed.

At the same time, she also saw how magical a feast started and attended by all witches can be.

The black flame instantly browned the steak, but the wooden tub in which it was placed was unharmed.

A little girl with short blonde hair was flying around in the air, filling everyone's glasses with a wine jug.

The witch, who looks like an alien, imitates the sound of various instruments, and finally converges into a beautiful piece of music.

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With Nightingale's introduction one by one, she quickly memorized everyone's name, and unknowingly blended into the group, and the sadness in her heart was also diluted a lot.

In the Witch Union, there are the mature and steady Scroll and Wendy, Ye Zi and Echo who are like sisters, and Anna, Soraya and others who are similar to her own age. No matter who they are, they don't treat her as a stranger. For this, Lucia was very grateful.

After the banquet, she and the witches said good night, and returned to their new residence. His Royal Highness the Prince gave himself and Bell the last guest room on the second floor of the castle. Even though Bell was not a witch, he did not order him and his sister to separate.

"Sister?" Hearing the sound, Ling opened his eyes.

"Are you awake!?" Lucia was overjoyed, and ran to the bed in three steps, "How do you feel?"

Bell looked as if he had slept for a long time, and the pain caused by the epidemic did not leave any traces on his body. Her eyes were a little confused, but she muttered in her mouth: "I feel so hungry."

"Wait..." Lucia quickly took out a cloth bag from her pocket, and after opening it, the smell of grilled fish overflowed. It was the dried fish slices that Nightingale handed her, "There is something to eat here."

Seeing Bell sitting at the head of the bed eating fish fillets, she patted the little guy's head in relief. My younger sister is only ten years old this year. Now that she has no parents, she can only rely on herself.

After swallowing the two fish fillets, Ling woke up a lot. She looked around, "Where are we? There doesn't seem to be such a big bed on the boat."

"Border Town in the west, we have arrived at our destination."

"Already here?" She touched her cheek, "But am I... sick? Will they agree to let the plague patients enter the town?"

"Yeah, it really won't," Lucia laughed at her sister's blank look, "but the witch under the lord cured you," she said in detail about what happened at the pier, "we will stay here now in his castle."

"Witch?" Bell tilted her head and asked, "Are you the same as sister?"

"That's right, everyone has been very kind to me, especially a witch named Nightingale," Lucia gently stroked her head, "She even gave you a bath."

"Well, don't you often say that nobles hate witches? Why is the lord willing to take them in?"

This question made Lucia choke slightly, and she coughed twice, "Well...there are occasionally one or two good people among the nobles."

Ling picked up the last piece of dried fish in the bag, "So do you need to work for him? Just like the maid at home, sweeping the floor, cooking and serving the bed?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Lucia grabbed her sister's face, "I'm a witch! Of course I use my abilities to serve the lord! As for what the maids have to do, who told you?"

"Mom..." She pouted, "That's why she never allowed Dad to recruit beautiful maids."

When mentioning her family, Lucia's face immediately darkened a lot. Instead of blaming Bell, she hugged her sister into her arms and sighed softly.

She wasn't worried about what her sister said. When talking with the lord, she could tell that other than simply asking about her life experience, the other party's focus was on ability. Obviously, he cared more about whether the witch could work for him.

And thinking of her abilities, Lucia felt worried.

It's not that she is ignorant of the world of witches. Many witches appeared in Golden Harvest City, but half a year ago, they began to evacuate the city one after another, and they seemed to be heading to the fjords to find a new residence. She didn't want to leave her parents, so she didn't agree to travel with them. However, after several contacts, Lucia at least knew that witches used to divide their abilities into combat and non-combat types.

It can be said that it is useless to restore objects, not to mention fighting, even in daily use, there will be uncontrollable situations. Her father is a businessman who runs a paper workshop, and the living room is often full of straw paper. . On the day she became a witch, she unknowingly used her ability to turn the paper back into a large pile of flying grass clippings and debris. Afterwards, although her parents severely reprimanded her, they did not hand her over to the church. Instead, they asked her to carefully hide herself, wear the God's Stone of Retaliation when necessary, and pretend to be a devout believer.

Lucia was curious about her abilities at first, and she often hid secretly in the bedroom to test and restore various items, but she soon discovered that this ability was extremely difficult to control. Sometimes it is black particles. If you use the ability on one thing continuously, it will only make it less and less, and the final product is either powder or gravel. This means that the restoration ability cannot be used to redo damaged items. She will only make other people's hard work. The finished product is completely broken.

The other witches also thought that Lucia's ability was not very useful, and that it was too close to use in battle, and it was ineffective against life forms. Not to mention a well-trained knight, even an ordinary farmer would find it difficult to fight. Combat-type witches are not counted, and non-combat witches can't think of any uses, which is almost the lowest level of ability.

She was depressed for a long time because of this.

But now... what Lucia is more worried about is, if His Highness thinks she is useless, will he drive her out of the castle?

Feeling uneasy, she blew out the candles, hugged her contented younger sister after eating the dried fish, slowly closed her eyes, and waited for the arrival of a new day. (To be continued.) 8