Chapter 950 The Art of Persuasion

Moriel couldn't help but nodded. Fastest update

In the past half month, the biggest impression she had in Neverwinter City was that the attitude of ordinary citizens towards witches was neither pretending to be familiar with them nor being indifferent and repulsive, but half curious and half accustomed to them.

A few days ago, when she was wandering around the harbor area, she happened to encounter a gust of wind that knocked down an empty wooden box on the dock. She subconsciously summoned a magic servant to catch the fallen box. Instead of running away screaming, the busy crowd around him showed great interest in this transparent, footless giant.

This was an unprecedented experience for Moriel. Even on Sleeping Island, the islanders who had migrated had never been so close to the witch. Although they still follow His Highness Tilly's orders on the surface, in fact, witches are still alien in their hearts. Keeping a respectful distance is the consistent practice of most fjord people. Only explorers and some traders will not mind the power they possess.

As for the Kingdom Continent, which is deeply influenced by the church, let alone how bad the situation is.

When Lian first brought back the news about the Western Territory of Graycastle, Moriel was still skeptical. It wasn't until she came here that she realized that those stories were still too conservative.

Especially when I saw Lian leading a large number of people up and down the tall buildings, Evelin running a tavern that was always lively, and Candlelight, who used to be regarded as a useless person, in the factory. She felt a hint of sincere envy at the scene of being welcomed by everyone.

If she hadn't been afraid of disturbing Her Royal Highness Tilly, Moriel would have wanted to take the initiative to find a job.

Anyway, she never had any leisure time on Sleeping Island.

"In addition, please don't forget that we have another biggest enemy, the devil." Tilly looked around the audience, "You already know the significance of the War of Divine Will. Even the Church of Hermes is not worth mentioning in the face of such an enemy. , so everyone is not working for their own enjoyment. Every banknote means your contribution to Neverwinter City and even the entire human world. For witches, this will be an honor: because everyone This can be used to prove to the world that witches are also an indispensable and even important part of the human race!" She raised her right hand and clenched her fist tightly, "Sisters who are willing to accept the recruitment, please come on stage now."

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"Eighty-six tasks, a total of sixty-nine were agreed to. This result should be pretty good." After the meeting, Tilly handed the statistical list to Wendy, "Most of the remaining onlookers are just hesitant. If If we give them some more time, I believe more people will accept Neverwinter’s recruitment.”

"It's more than good," Wendy said excitedly, "It simply exceeded His Majesty's expectations."

"Oh?" Tilly asked curiously, "How much did he guess?"

Wendy smiled and held out three fingers.

"Thirty people?" Tilly said angrily, "He underestimates Maleficent too."

"It's not so much that he underestimated everyone's enthusiasm, but it's more your credit." Wendy put away her smile and bowed to the Fifth Princess seriously, "You didn't have to say the following words."

If they were simply preaching about the recruitment process, thirty people might have been an optimistic guess... It was Tilly's words about helping other sisters and improving the reputation of witches that impressed most of the people present. As a former caregiver of the Mutual Aid Society, Wendy naturally knows what her companions lack most. Apart from a stable place to stay, the rest is the recognition of others.

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

"I said that for myself," Tilly smiled and shook her head. "I saw a lot of interesting things from Roland, and I also know what an incredible city this is. If the War of Divine Will is defeated, wouldn't all of this be gone? ? So even if you want to see more miracles, you have to work harder. Before the end of winter comes, it is wise to hug each other tightly to keep warm, isn't it?"

"...You are right." Wendy also laughed.

&n--0---0---Xiao--said---This is the gorgeous dividing line--Let go of that witch 00 novel netizens please note: please pay attention to resting your eyes when reading for a long time. 00 Novel Recommended Reading: The King's Noble School: Coffee with Sugar -0--0---Xiao--said---This is a gorgeous dividing line---bsp; "It's a pity that not everyone will agree with me," At this point, Tilly shrugged helplessly, "For example, those witches in the East, they will probably not accept recruitment in the end."

"You mean the small group headed by Akima?" Wendy asked puzzledly, "Since she didn't deal with you, why did she go to the fjord with you again?"

"It wasn't like this at the beginning," the fifth princess sighed. "Long before they merged into Sleeping Island, they had known the Blood Fang Society, and the latter had assisted them in repelling the church's enemies many times during their escape. Pursuing soldiers, so Azima and others put a lot of trust in Hetty Morgan. This was nothing at first, but then the conflict between the Blood Fang Society and Maleficent broke out, and a rift was created. "

"So that's it..."

"And I directly attacked Hetty without notifying everyone, which aroused Akima's resentment. So when they asked to take the Sleeping Beauty to leave Sleeping Island, I agreed to them." Tilly said slowly. Said, "In fact, if Shujuan hadn't come out to dissuade them that day, they might not have been in Neverwinter City anymore."

"That's not your fault," Wendy comforted, "Hetty Morgan deserves it. She deceived the Wolfheart Witch."

"But it's true that she helped Azima," Tilly seemed not to want to go into detail. "If it were me, I might have a grudge in my heart. After all, they don't have bad intentions."

"Well..." Wendy pondered for a moment, "I may have a way to convince them, but..."

"But what?"

"It might free them from Maleficent."

"Then it's no different from now," Tilly said calmly, "If it benefits both Roland and them, you can go ahead and do it."

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"Is this... really good?" When she returned to the residential building, Doris showed a worried look, "We have already offended Lady Tilly, and now we refuse Lord Neverwinter's job. If we completely offend the other party, I'm afraid We will all..."

This sentence was echoed by several other witches from the East.

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

"And we are not fighting witches. Once the opponent takes action, we don't even have the ability to resist at all."

"Come on, even if you can fight, can you still beat that madman Hui Jin? I bet she already dislikes us."

"Actually... I think the Witches Alliance treats us quite well."

"Don't think about it. They are definitely on the side of the king. It will be a good thing if they don't help His Majesty capture us."

"Don't say it anymore," Akima interrupted everyone's argument, "Roland Wimbledon will never use strong tactics, otherwise the image he has created before will be in vain. If we agree to the recruitment order, then What has become of our previous persistence? In the end, we still have to rely on Maleficent. In the eyes of outsiders, there is no difference between us and other witches."

When she said this, she was quite troubled. To be fair, the Witch Alliance has really given them a lot of help in the past half month. There was no bullying as expected, but they were treated equally. Even the witch named Wendy came to talk to her several times about this matter, and her attitude His kindness really made her feel like she was home for a long time.

But Azima knew that she could only continue to be indifferent. She had a hunch that once she opened her mouth, it would never be possible to escape from Maleficent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

"Who?" She turned back impatiently.

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