Chapter 899: The Witch From Afar (Part 1)

"I see the port!"

Molly's cry immediately attracted the attention of all the witches on board.

"Where is where?"

"Hey, is it finally here? It's been almost a month and a half..."

"That silver-white light spot is another sailboat, right?"

"Didn't it mean that this route is only traveled by the Pretty Woman?"

"Fishing boat, it's a fishing boat."

Everyone lay down on the side of the boat and tiptoed to look in the direction of Morill's finger.

Seeing the lively scene in front of him, the old captain Jack shook his head with a one-eyed smile, and said to the serious Camilla Darry, "You don't seem very happy? This is a rare good day."

"What's so good about it?" The latter replied absent-mindedly.

"It's good to be home," Jack shook his pipe. "Isn't it worth celebrating to return to the homeland after so many years of absence? Don't think I can't see that you don't regard Sleeping Island as your home—of course I'm not saying you hate being in the fjords, but there's a difference between a shelter and a home... after all."

Camilla fell silent. She didn't know whether the other party's words were correct or not. She only knew that after Her Highness Tilly's letter was sent back, the number of witches who were willing to go to the west of Graycastle increased a lot. From the initial count of five Gradually climbed to about 80%. If the first batch of witches could be settled properly, she couldn't tell how many would be willing to stay on Sleeping Island in the end.

It was supposed to be their home there—there is no hostile secular environment, and there is no frightening church. The living conditions will indeed be quite different at the beginning, and the customs and habits are also very different from those of the land kingdom. But as long as you persist for ten years, Sleeping Island It will definitely get better and better. It wouldn't even take a generation for the newly awakened witches to consider that island their true homeland.

After a long time, she whispered, "It would be great if it was as you said."

"Oh?" Jack stroked his beard and said, "Don't believe that king?"

"You know?" Camilla raised her head.

"Ha, you wrote "I'm worried" all over your face," the old captain laughed, "Do you still remember what it was like when you first set out on a boat three years ago? "

Three years ago... the butler pondered for a moment. It was the time when His Royal Highness Tilly secretly contacted the witch to evacuate Graycastle. As one of the few captains who had no prejudice against the identity of a witch, Jack and his Pretty Woman risked being accused and tried. risk, secretly picked up a large number of witches from the port city. Because of this, Sleeping Island has formed a deep friendship with the one-eyed captain.

"Are you embarrassed?" She hesitated.

"Worried?" Jack snorted, "It's not that simple. At that time, you were ashamed, your eyes were dull, and it was no problem to say that you were the living dead. Look at it now—do you think it is completely different? So the past is the past. , Now is the present, it is always right to look forward. Some of the witches have been to Neverwinter many times, if it is a bad place, how can they not laugh so easily?"

"But nobles are fickle—"

"Including you?" the old captain interrupted her. "If I remember correctly, you are also of noble origin, right? On the day you left Graycastle, you were dressed more elaborately than most of the boarders—generally Commoners can't afford clothes made of silk. Think about it, what would happen if I hated nobles as much as you do?"

"..." Camilla opened her mouth, but couldn't answer.

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The butler of Sleeping Island suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

"You may say that it is because you are a noble that you understand what they look like. But don't forget, as long as there is one person who is not like this, your prejudice will cause injustice and harm to him." The old captain paused, " I'm sorry, kid... Maybe it's not for me to say these things, but I don't want you to be blinded by past experience—not just in this matter. Humans always look forward."

No, no one but him would say that, Camilla thought. Her Highness Tilly must have understood this truth a long time ago, so she took the initiative to go to Neverwinter. But she would not speak out these words—especially the almost reproachful "there is no essential difference between the two", not because the relationship is distant, but because they are too close, and even the respect that His Highness has for her is not enough. hindered her further exhortation.

In the entire Sleeping Island, only the old captain would call her a child.

Camilla let out a long breath, "Perhaps you are right."

"Really?" Jack chuckled, "When you're old, you can always encounter similar things. If you don't have an optimistic heart, you can't last so long at sea. But the days ahead will not be easy."

"Why?"

"You have all returned to the mainland kingdom, who else will take the Pretty Beauty? I heard from those in the big chamber of commerce that a new ship that does not need sails will soon replace the existing ships and become the main merchant ship in the fjords. Both the load and the speed are much higher than my old friend, and I am afraid that no one will use her to transport goods."

"Maybe I can talk to Her Highness Tilly..."

"What are you talking about, will you let me spend the rest of my life?" The old captain waved his pipe, "It's too early, I can still run! In fact, after I plan to send you all to Graycastle, I will go Master Lei Ting's expedition team try their luck."

"Expedition?" Camilla asked in surprise.

"That's right, if you cross the Shadow Islands and go to the untouched sea, as long as you find something new, let alone pension money, you can start a new business group." Jack turned around with one eye, looking at the sea He said vigorously, "Don't look at my old age and immobile legs and feet. When it comes to discerning the wind and steering the helm, there are not a few more competent captains than me in the entire fjord!"

Is that so... Camilla found that it was the first time she knew this ordinary-looking old man from the fjord, and his expression at the moment was simply the best portrayal of "looking forward".

"Boss, we're almost on shore!" shouted the lookout on the mast.

"Do you still need me to teach you?" Jack raised his head and stared, "Reef up the sails and slow down the speed!"

Camilla looked towards the port area, and found that there were all kinds of red banners hanging around the pier, all of which said "Welcome to Neverwinter". There are not only witches among the greeters, but also many ordinary people. She even saw a lineup of eleven or twelve-year-old children, holding a bunch of flowers, standing by the trestle bridge waiting for their arrival.

"This battle is really grand enough," the old captain whistled, "You should give him more trust based on this sincerity alone, shouldn't you?" Then he waved his arms to the busy sailors on the deck, "Children, get ready to dock, we've arrived at Neverwinter!"