“Do you now acknowledge that I have the ability to fight devils?” Rogia perked up immediately.

“I have never denied your qualification to fight them. In fact, even an ordinary woman without the strength to truss a chicken would be involved in this massive war – behind the Great Defense Line.” Roland reiterated, “What I oppose is fighting them alone. If the Sleeping Island witches had arrived any later this time, without the Symbiotic Seed of Dusk, you would probably have been buried in the West District Cemetery.”

“But if it weren’t for that, Neverwinter would not have discovered the devil army,” Rogia stubbornly argued.

“I can reward you for a good outcome, but I cannot affirm a wrong approach because of a good outcome.” Roland shook his head, “The most correct thing you did was to bring this news back to Neverwinter, instead of continuing to entangle with the enemy in the Wildlands. If you ask me the same question now, my answer would still be no – I don’t want you to fight devils alone, and this time I will make the gatekeepers watch more strictly, lest you come back half-dead again.”

“Eh?”

“This is the order of the Grand Chief!” Roland remained unmoved, “Let’s talk about the reward first.”

“Hmm…” The Grand Chief’s expression wasn’t so serious when he touched her ears just now, “Alright then.”

“There are three types of rewards, and you can choose one. In simple terms, they are Golden Dragons, Chaos Drink, and a piece of customized equipment.”

The first two are easy to understand, but what is the last one? Iron claws or steel teeth specially for wolf form? She had considered similar questions when she was in the Blazing Flames Clan, but she always had to turn back to her original form, and those special weapons would easily become cumbersome burdens.

Rogia voiced her doubts.

“The specific plan has not been finalized yet, but it is roughly a powerful firearm that can greatly enhance your combat ability.” Roland explained, “I heard from Ashes that you can maintain partial wolf transformation, and in that state, your strength is equivalent to half a Divine Will Army soldier. This equipment will be specially designed for Divine Will Witches, but I think you should be able to use it as well.”

Is he talking about the weapons used by the First Army that defeated the Oasis guard dog with overwhelming force? She remembered that Lightning also had one, and its power was indeed astonishing, but it also depended on the operator’s ability. Moreover, the “crossbow bolts” used by it were very special and could only be produced in Neverwinter. According to the Grand Chief’s previous statement, since she was not allowed to leave the city alone, she would definitely not be given the corresponding crossbow bolts. Having only the firearm itself would at most be something to look at in the house, and it would not be of much use.

More importantly, instead of relying on external forces, she believed more in her own body and fangs.

“Can I choose to join the Witch Union?” Rogia said after a moment of thought.

The other party probably didn’t expect her to answer that way, and was slightly stunned, “Yes, you can, but you weren’t…”

“I changed my mind,” the wolf girl wagged her tail, “Golden Dragons will always run out one day, and Chaos Drink will also run out, and I have no other strengths besides fighting, so it’s better to join the Witch Union. If I become a member of the Union, I will receive Golden Dragons and drinks every month, right?”

“Uh… yes, that’s right.”

“Also, I have already promised Lightning and Maisie to explore the entire Wildlands with them. Since they are all members of the Witch Union, it will be more convenient for me to act after I join. By the way, if I travel with them, you shouldn’t stop me from going deep into the Wildlands, right?”

“Ahem, theoretically, that’s how it is, but safety should still be the priority.”

“Then this is the reward I want,” Rogia raised her head, “After all, I refused your kindness before.”

“Huff,” Roland finally spread his hands, “If you have decided.”

“Yes, do I need to sign a contract?” She looked serious.

“Of course, Wendy will explain everything to you later.” The Grand Chief stood up, “I’ll have the kitchen send some food over, you should rest well first. As for thanking Nana Wa and the others, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

Watching the other party leave, Rogia lowered her ears and lay back on the pillow.

There was one thing she didn’t tell the Grand Chief.

Golden Dragons and Chaos Drink were not the key; that little bit hidden in her heart was the main reason why she decided to join the Witch Union.

For the Sand People, actions speak louder than words. She had always suspected that Roland would not fulfill his promise to the Mojin Clan, and it was also difficult to completely trust a noble from the Northern Lands. Once the other party went back on his word, she would eventually have to return to the Blazing Flames and become an enemy of the Northern Lands. Therefore, Rogia was quite resistant to the Grand Chief’s words, and did not think that he would really care about a goddess of a foreign race. Although her resistance gradually eased later, her suspicion still existed.

Until this time when she was seriously injured.

During the symbiosis period, she was told that the Witch Union had sent several rescue letters to Roland Wimbledon, and as long as she held on for a while, she would be able to receive treatment from Nana Wa. However, when she learned that the Grand Chief was currently in the Northern Border of Graycastle, busy recovering territory, she did not have much hope.

The area of the Northern Lands is several times that of the Far South. From Iron Sand City to Endless Cape is already a very long journey, let alone returning to Neverwinter from the northern border? Even if it was to deal with the threat of devils, this journey would take at least one or two months.

But the Grand Chief sent Nana Wa back, and she was the first witch to be sent back – Rogia knew very well how important a healer was to the army. If he didn’t care about this treatment, it would be too harsh.

In addition, if she remembered correctly, even Maisie needed about three days to travel to the north and back. If the Grand Chief didn’t lie to her, it meant that the other party came to see her injury as soon as he arrived in Neverwinter. In the Far South, such kindness was worth the loyalty of any warrior.

She was not a pure warrior, but she was a pure Mojin Sand Person.

In that case, why not trust the other party a little more?

After Roland left the bedroom, he went straight downstairs to the reception hall on the first floor.

The personal guard standing at the door opened the door. The room was already full of people. When they saw His Majesty the King, everyone stood up in unison.

Before he arrived in the Western Region, Lightning had brought the summons to Neverwinter. He scrutinized everyone’s expressions as he slowly walked to the main seat.

The ministers of various departments of the City Hall, the heads of the First Army garrison, representatives of the Witch Union, representatives of Sleeping Spell, the administrators of Longsong District, and more than fifty high-level witches from Taquila all had different expressions, with bewilderment and confusion about the strange enemy, undisguised hatred for devils, but more were solemnity and seriousness.

Whether they were ready or not, the war had come to them.