Fifth Hundred and Seventy-Fifth Chapter Wendy's Expectation

Wendy woke up to find that the rain that had lasted all night had finally stopped.

She yawned, got out of bed, and pushed open the window. The air, mixed with the fragrance of earth, poured into the room. The garden, washed by the rain, looked lush and green, and droplets of water could still be seen dripping from the olive leaves closer to the window. The soft morning light洒洒洒 on the wet grass, reflecting glittering spots of light.

It was a new day.

She put on her bodice and coat, returned to the bedside, and patted Nightingale's cheek. "It's time to get up."

Nightingale made a muffled nasal sound and buried her face in the pillow.

Only at times like these would she not hide in the mist and would be exposed to her without any defense. Wendy smiled and shook her head. "Then I'll go have breakfast first."

Nightingale's ears twitched slightly, seeming like an unconscious tremor, but Wendy knew she had heard her.

She quietly closed the door, first went to the bathroom to wash up, and then went to the hall for breakfast.

The cooks always got up very early, preparing everyone's food before dawn. The firewood in the stove would burn for a long time, so there was no need to worry about the meals cooling down halfway. If you wanted to eat something, you could just take a bowl and spoon to the kitchen to get it. His Majesty called it a buffet, which seemed to be a very common way of eating, but for her, such a life could be described as luxurious.

At the Mutual Aid Society, Wendy never thought that one day she could eat as much as she wanted. Food was always scarce, let alone the taste.

But here, there were three or four kinds of breakfast, including white porridge, toast, dried fish, and fried eggs, which were the most common foods.

Even though she had been living in the castle for more than a year, she still felt a strong sense of happiness and satisfaction every time she ate.

And gratitude to the person who brought all this to the witches, allowing the sisters to live freely.

When Wendy came to the dining hall with her bowl, the hall was empty. Several sets of used tableware were placed on the long table, obviously she was not the first person to come here—the Witch Union had never stipulated a wake-up time, so everyone came to enjoy breakfast one after another. Lightning and Maggie were always the first to leave the castle, followed by Anna, Agatha, Lucia and others, while she was in the middle batch.

The latest one was naturally Nightingale.

The reason was that His Majesty was very fond of sleeping in. Unless there was something important, he would basically not get up to deal with government affairs until the sun was halfway up the sky, and Nightingale had also caught this habit.

She was once the most cautious and sensitive member of the Mutual Aid Society, and the slightest disturbance would arouse her vigilance.

But unexpectedly, Wendy didn't think it was a bad thing.

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After breakfast, she came to the first floor of the Witch Building – which had been converted into the office of the Witch Union.

As soon as she entered the building, Ling greeted her immediately, "Sister Wendy, you're here!"

"Wendy, Madam, good morning."

"Good morning, Madam."

The other two young women recruited from the City Hall bowed. They had all graduated from the academy originally founded by Karl van Bert, and were half classmates with Anna and Nana, with almost no prejudice against witches. The older one was called Pearl, the younger one was called Gray Rabbit, and with Lucia's sister Ling, the three formed the first batch of clerks in the League office.

Of course, since Ling was not yet fourteen years old, the word "acting" had to be added before the position.

Anyway, the work here was easy, so it could be regarded as a special kind of study.

With their assistance, the Witch Union finally embarked on the right track.

"Good morning," Wendy nodded and sat down at her desk, "How are the sales of the first volume of "Witch Diary"?"

"It's extremely popular," Pearl replied with a smile. "Everyone is very interested in the story of the little angel in Border Town, especially the First Army soldiers. Almost every day someone comes to buy it. In the past week, we have sold more than sixty copies. At this rate, the first batch of one thousand copies will be sold out in half a month."

Hearing this result, Wendy was also slightly surprised. After all, "Witch Diary" was purely for entertainment purposes. It could neither fill the stomach nor help with studies. The price was also quite high, but it was selling so well, which was simply unbelievable.

This idea came from His Majesty.

As a tortuous and moving dramatic trilogy, "Witch Diary" received widespread praise from the citizens of Neverwinter. So His Majesty decided to draw the life stories of witches in the form of pictures according to the model in the drama, and then put them on sale in the boutique shops in the convenience market. Different from before, this time the protagonists in the story were changed to the witches in the Union, and the picture album not only had exquisite illustrations, but also designed dialogues, which looked like dramas painted on paper.

And the protagonist of the first volume was Nana Pine.

This fifteen-year-old girl had already become famous in Border Town. Her ability to heal other people's wounds had a natural affinity. No one would hate an angelic figure. In addition to His Majesty's strong support for witches and the word-of-mouth of the First Army, her popularity was even higher than Anna's.

After Wendy designed the story, Soroya drew it page by page, and then bound it into a book, priced at five silver wolves per copy—although the people who needed to understand witches the most were foreign refugees, most of them were illiterate and would not be interested in spending half a month's salary to buy a beautiful picture book. Therefore, from the beginning, its target audience was local people and merchants who came here for trade.

The former could spread the story through contact with foreigners, and the latter could bring the witches' stories to cities throughout the kingdom.

Seeing "Witch Diary" was so popular, Wendy was greatly encouraged.

She couldn't wait to spread out paper and pen and began to conceive the content of the next picture book.

"Have you already thought about the next story?" Ling asked curiously.

"Well, His Majesty said that the next picture book will feature Echo as the protagonist," Wendy said with a smile, "From the extreme southern realm of the wild sand and earth fire, the silver moon princess of the alien race, what do you think of this title?"

"So...so amazing!" The little girl smacked her tongue.

"When His Majesty recovers the Southern Territory, you can also go to the princess's hometown to see what the boundless desert looks like."

"Okay!"

This was her job—to promote the witches and let everyone see their true faces.

"Witch Diary" was just one part of it.

Echo had already become one with the Starflower Troupe, and the immersive music made the actors rave about it.

Evelyn opened a tavern next to the Holy Mountain Inn, mainly serving unique mixed white wine.

It was said that Hummingbird would also join the City Hall and become the deputy minister of the construction department, and was also the second witch to become a City Hall official after Irene.

Everyone was working hard, building Neverwinter while also allowing the public to gradually accept the existence of witches and regard them as the same kind.

The day that His Majesty promised, Wendy felt was within reach.