Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Third Port Office

In the cold fog in the morning, the port was a little cold, and many hangover sailors were still sleeping in the taverns and hotels last night. There were only a few workers on the wharf carrying the goods, and there was an occasional cry of hello. , long and reverberating.

Roland Hill pulled up the hood of the black winter dress, only a few strands of hair were exposed from the shoulders and scattered on the chest. She walked on the street with small steps, very light, and swept across the port and the street with a little curiosity. landscape.

Many shops are still closed. Residents living in the cold north seem to wake up later than people in other places. In front of a few shops that have just opened their doors, shopkeepers are sweeping the streets.

The sound of ticking horseshoes is particularly clear in such a street, and people can hear the crisp sound of the iron horseshoes hitting the stone bricks on the ground.

The girl raised her head, only then did she see a man riding a black horse walking slowly on the street ahead. The horse was very tall, and felt strong strength and physical strength from the smooth fur, but riding on it The man was wearing a long black robe and couldn't see his face clearly.

Maybe there is a black knight under the black robe, wearing excellent full-body armor, or maybe it is a necromancer with a haggard face and deep eyes, many people guess so.

Until the gentleman stopped in front of a cafe, the crisp sound of hoofs disappeared, and the street was quiet again.

A bell rang out for a push on the door, followed by a familiar and cordial welcome from the clerk.

"Welcome, good morning. May the new moon be with you."

"Good morning." A girl's voice as cold as a clear spring came from under the black robe.

Afterwards, there was a burst of cheers in the store, and even many pedestrians on the street heard it and turned their eyes curiously.

"Miss Herron!"

"Master Frost Finger Witch~"

"Finally waited."

"This time, take good notes."

There was a commotion in the store, and then it was separated by the closed door, and the street returned to its previous silence.

That woman should be the witch often heard in the north.

When Roland Hill passed by this cafe, he glanced at the glass closet on the side and saw the witch in the store standing in the middle of the crowd, as if explaining something, and occasionally used it on the dark blue stone tablet. Write some handwriting and drawings in chalk.

There will be such characters everywhere. They have a wealth of knowledge, they can answer some common questions of residents, and help others solve some of the depression and hardships that are difficult to get rid of in life.

Such people have different representatives in different places, some are priests, some are scholars, some are Confucian scholars in the countryside, and in the north, there are such existences as witches.

The Mercury Dynasty was a very different country or era. At that time, the witches had great influence, but the number of witches was not large. The witches became the bridge and the intermediate existence between humans and witches. They were used in ancient times. As a wise man, aide, physician, guide, etc., assist the lords and generals of various places and complete various affairs.

Unlike the nobles who rely on blood inheritance, the inheritance of witches is similar to that of wizards and mages. They rely on the learning of knowledge to become or be recognized. A slight difference from the mages who emphasize the master-apprentice system is that the witch inheritance model is greatly influenced by witches.

They are not a single master-apprentice system, which means that they do not specifically recognize which one is a teacher, or specialize in learning under a certain school, but a inheritance model of group teaching, or the relationship between seniors and juniors is popularly called.

In a small group of witches, the experienced witches 'senior' will jointly teach the younger 'junior', and the 'junior' will also learn different knowledge from each 'senior' or ask for advice.

At the same time, unlike the gradually commercialized mentoring system, this inheritance also has a family-like relationship. The witches in the same group will continue to communicate with each other even after they get married and become a family. help each other.

Although such a small group of witches is usually less than a dozen people, it is not powerful, but it has a small advantage, that is, everyone in a small group will be more familiar and intimate, and will not be too cold and give up any one of them.

Roland Hill walked past the cafe, recalling the knowledge she had learned from Trinasa and the stories she had occasionally heard from Chrissy Night and the others.

In this way, witches and witches are really similar. After all, in the distant past, witches were followers of various witches, and it was natural to imitate the way of getting along with admirers, which is not surprising.

In Trinasha's heritage memory, Roland Hill vaguely saw a group of witches in black and blue clothes. They wore large witch hats and long dark skirts with blue butterfly marks on the skirts and cuffs. , These witches have followed Trinasha for hundreds of years, conquering the elf kingdoms and governing the country. They are powerful deputy, and there are many powerful Sequence Eights among them.

However, with the disintegration of the Quicksilver Dynasty, the fall of Oz, and the gradual retreat of many witches, the witch pattern gradually dissipated. Most of the witches who are still active today are concentrated in the north, and most of them use frost and undead. Most of the power comes from the witch's door of the Raven of Wisdom.

Walking through the streets in the early morning, Roland Hill's footsteps accelerated slightly and came to the port office next to the wharf, where various ships and goods are usually registered in the port. If you want to inquire about the ships from the south, you will naturally come here. .

"Hello, what's the matter?"

The man at the counter was wearing glasses. He was wearing a white shirt and a short vest. He should be an official here. He looked curiously at the girl in front of him.

from the body

In outline, Roland Hill is impeccable, light and beautiful, especially the hands exposed between the wide cuffs, white and slender, against the background of the black dress, like an exquisite work of art, just put Not far from the table, it firmly attracted the attention of the clerk.

"I want to check if there are any ships from the south recently. Well, it should be a ship from the south, which is farther than the eastern border." Roland Hill's voice came from under the hood, clear and moving. .

"I think about it..." The clerk replied subconsciously, but his eyes still seemed reluctant to take his eyes off the table.

Feeling the gaze of the other party, Roland Hill unconsciously retracted his hand and placed it slightly behind him carefully, which made the other party wake up from his infatuation.

"Is it a ship from the south, or from a place further south than the east." The clerk finally remembered the business and repeated it a little, and then slowly thought about how to respond.

"Such a situation is rare. I'll look through the records." He said, bent down, took out one of the various thick booklets under the counter, and flipped it over.

Originally, he was not obliged to answer such a job. After all, if everyone came to ask, then he would not have to do other things in a day, and there were all kinds of people on the dock, some of which he did not want to receive. and get along.

It's just that it's not just in the morning, it's relatively leisurely, and what's more, he is really happy to talk to such a girl a few more words, even if he can't see the other party's face.

But looking at her figure and voice, she must be a moving and beautiful existence.

As an ordinary port clerk, Allison felt that his behavior was normal and not abnormal.