Chapter 67: The Witch's Heart

"Gugu—gugu—"

Unknown birds were circling over the pier.

A cargo ship was docked steadily at the dock in the seventh district of Abrana.

The Spey River is one of the most important rivers in Susaitani. It originates in the northern forests and flows downstream, passing through the capital of Susaitani, Abranah, and directly into the sea.

For Abrana, this is the most important life supply line, and the port in the city is also an important channel for Abrana to trade with the outside world.

"The goods have arrived, everyone, get up, don't rest!"

The foreman of the longshoremen shouted loudly, urging the longshoremen who were taking a break.

These Abrana dock workers were from the lower classes, wearing sleeveless sackcloth and having lean bodies.

At the urging of the foreman, the dock workers hurriedly stood up from the ground and prepared to go to the cargo ship to transport the goods.

In a corner of the pier, many children in ragged clothes were playing.

Some of them are children of dock workers, while others are children from poor families who have to come out to make a living.

As the only port in Abrana, it is not only a cargo distribution center.

Merchants from other countries and even tourists would also disembark here, so it was a mixed crowd.

"Look, that beautiful sister is here!"

A group of little boys and girls were playing together. A sharp-eyed child saw a figure walking towards them and shouted excitedly.

Immediately, all the children gathered around and looked at the person who came.

Lamia, who was wearing a long black dress that wrapped herself tightly like a nun's uniform, a small hat on her head and a veil covering half of her face, stopped.

She held a bag in her hand. Under the expectant and eager eyes of the children, she opened the bag and took out pieces of bread as big as pancakes.

The bread was much better than the hard brown bread, but it was still not comparable to the fine white bread eaten by the nobles.

However, this kind of bread is very popular in Susaitani. It is the favorite food of the poor. It is cheap and enough to fill their stomachs.

Pairs of dirty little hands reached out to Lamia, and she calmly shared the bread in her hands among them.

"Thank you sister!"

The children cheered and each of them held the bread they were given in their arms.

Instead of eating, they ran away with the bread.

far away,

You can also see women doing rough work, and the children want to share the food they get with their parents.

For low-income families, being able to save money on a meal is a happy thing.

When all the children ran away, there was still a little boy looking at him with his bright eyes blinking.

Lamia gave him the last piece of bread in her hand and took out another loti.

The little boy's eyes lit up, and he quickly hid the coin in his inner pocket, and said to Lamia with a grin:
"Sister, I haven't seen the strangely dressed woman you mentioned in the past two days."

Lamia nodded slightly: "Keep watching."

"Okay, I'll be leaving now, pretty sister!"

The little boy waved and ran away with the bread.

At this moment, Lamia's heart moved and she turned around.

Not far behind her, there stood a 'gentleman' holding a wooden box in his left hand, wearing a white shirt and vest, and an octagonal hat on his head.

Deya asked with a smile: "Want to find a place to eat something?"

Miss Witch nodded slightly and followed Deya to another street.

As a lively dock area, there are many restaurants nearby.

Most of them are small shops selling food to the poor.

But there are also some high-end restaurants that provide meals for wealthy businessmen and tourists who come and go.

Deya and Lamia walked into the restaurant and sat down in an empty corner.

Deya ordered a steak, a plate of macaroni-like pasta, and a glass of orange juice, and Lamia ordered something similar.

It didn't take long before the food came. Deya first used magic to check whether it was poisonous before starting to eat.

He took a sip of orange juice and frowned, "Too much water." Lamia, who was enjoying her lunch with a knife and fork, glanced at him and said, "For the prices in this restaurant, diluting is normal."

"Well, I don't know much about this. Although I have lived in Abrana for a while, I feel that you are more familiar with this place than I am."

To be honest, Deya never paid any attention to the prices in Abrana. He never looked at the prices when buying things.

He had never even been to the downtown area.

As a wizard and a noble, Deya spends most of his time studying magic at home.

He has maids to take care of his food, clothing and daily necessities, which is the real life of a young master.

Lamia, on the other hand, would go out for a walk whenever she had time.

"You are very familiar with the children here. Do you come to the dock often? Is it so that you can get the news of the Witch Cult as soon as possible?"

Deya put down the juice diluted with water in his hand, looked out the window and asked.

"Well, if the Witch Cult members come to Abrana, they will definitely disembark here. They are dressed strangely, so it is easy to spot them."

Lamia said softly.

“It’s a good idea for you to let those children help you monitor the Witch Cult.

But if the children kept staring at the people getting off the boat, it might have aroused their vigilance.”

Deya tried to persuade her gently, for he was afraid that Lamia's actions would eventually harm those innocent children.

"I didn't ask all the kids to help me watch. I just found the smartest one among them."

After a pause, the witch raised her eyes slightly and whispered, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

Deya smiled awkwardly.

This witch is not stupid, on the contrary she is very smart and has taken all these things into consideration.

"Your help can at most help those children and their families solve some urgent problems, but you cannot change their lives.

No one knows whether their lives will become more miserable when you leave one day."

Deya looked at the bustling pier not far away and the lives of the lower-class people, and sighed.

Before he traveled through time, he came from a well-off family, and after he traveled through time, he became a young nobleman. He had never experienced the real life of the lower class.

"It's enough to solve some urgent problems. I don't want to change their lives. I don't have that ability.

But even if I can't change it, I only need to pay a little to make them happy now, so why not do it. "

Lamia held her cheek with one hand, her beautiful eyes behind the veil looking out the window, and spoke softly.

Deya couldn't help but glance at the witch in front of him.

He suddenly felt that this woman was very beautiful, not because of her appearance, but because of her heart.

She lost her identity as the Duke's daughter, and went from being the Duke's daughter to being eaten by others. She experienced the most miserable darkness.

She has the right to resent the world.

But Lamia did not become cynical or distorted.

On the contrary, this made her more sympathetic to others and she had a little kindness in her heart.

Deya doesn't think he is a good person, nor does he think he is a kind person.

But he will respect those who are kind-hearted.

Fortunately, Lamia is not such a kind saint. She just expresses her compassion occasionally.

Otherwise, Deya felt that he could not walk with such a person, as people with different beliefs cannot work together.

"Would you like to buy a newspaper, sir?"

At some point, a newsboy carrying newspapers came to Deya and asked cautiously.

From the way Deya was dressed, the newsboy knew that he was a rich man who could afford to buy a newspaper.

But if you go up to sell newspapers like this, you might get scolded.

Deya casually gave the newsboy a coin and took a newspaper with a smile on his face.

After opening the newspaper and taking a quick glance at the contents, Deya frowned.

Lamia, who was sitting opposite Deya, had been paying attention to him. Seeing this, she asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

(End of this chapter)