The turn of events made Akima feel uneasy as well. She turned her head away and remained silent.
Only after Doris calmed down did Scroll speak again, "I believe that many of you are like her, having lost news of your hometowns due to displacement. Even if you have the opportunity to return, you may find that your hometowns have been completely transformed. This is the significance of registering your identity—as long as one of them comes to Neverwinter, even if it's just one person, you can immediately receive accurate news, which may even include your relatives."
"In addition, the City Hall's refugee reception team is still active throughout Graycastle. This is a long-term process, and more and more refugees will come as they hear the news. Waiting here will make it easier to obtain information. Of course, if you need it, the reception team can also focus on and collect information about your birthplace, and even send people to make contact directly—Roland His Majesty is now fully capable of doing this."
"Are you telling the truth?" Akima raised her head, staring at Scroll and asking, "Will those big shots in the palace be willing to help us do such a thing?"
"If by big shots you mean City Hall officials, then I can be considered one of them," Scroll spread her hands. "In fact, Neverwinter operates in a completely different way from the noble territories of the past. As long as you pass the assessment, witches can also be involved in administration and become a member of the kingdom's management system."
These words caused a stir in the crowd.
"As for the question you asked, the answer is definitely yes," she continued. "Neverwinter never intended to stop you from leaving or restrict your freedom. It's just that now is not a good time to leave. The war is not over, famine is rampant, and many towns have become deserted wastelands, which are not only full of dangers but also easy to yield nothing. His Majesty's army is currently on the road to recovering territory. When Graycastle is unified and the order of the four borders is restored, you can decide where to go."
Speaking of this, Scroll picked up the registration form again, "So, do you still think it's unnecessary to fill this out?"
This time, no witch objected.
...
"You truly deserve to be called Scroll. I didn't think of this at all at the time," Wendy couldn't help but sigh on the way back to the castle. "The Witch Union should leave a deep impression in their hearts this time."
"I'm just taking advantage of my position," Scroll smiled. "The first batch of witches to arrive was only forty-six. There will be more busy days in the next few days."
"Hmm..." Wendy's voice lowered.
"What, you're not going to say again that you're not suitable for the position of manager of the Union, are you?" Scroll stopped. "You should know that His Majesty chose you because—"
"Because I have advantages that others don't have, right?" She suddenly laughed. "Don't worry, since His Majesty talked to me last time, I've made up my mind. I was just thinking about how to receive them better later. Actually, looking back, even during the difficult times of the Mutual Aid Society, I thought about accompanying my sisters to find Holy Mountain, and the current situation is completely different from a few years ago. I would be ashamed if I said depressing things again, especially after secretly drinking Nightingale's Chaos Drink last time."
"That's the spirit," Scroll said with relief. "I almost forgot about the drink. I helped you a lot, shouldn't you buy me a drink?"
"How about tonight? I'll have the kitchen prepare some grilled mushrooms and fish slices, and we can drink and chat in the room? Like last time. If that's not enough, Nightingale isn't in Neverwinter anyway, I'll make up for her share later."
"It's a deal." Scroll smiled.
"By the way," Wendy looked curiously at her forehead, "Did you really memorize the identities of 100,000 people in Neverwinter in your head? Doesn't it feel chaotic?"
"I don't know how to describe it," the latter pondered for a moment. "At first, it was a bit complex. To recall something, I had to think from the beginning—for example, to find a name, I first thought of the registration date, then the registration manual, and then the page number where the required information was recorded. It was not only cumbersome, but it also caused headaches if I thought too much. But over time, I found that the content gradually became organized."
"What does that mean?"
"It seems like it's automatically sorted... As long as I start to recall, I can immediately see all the relevant content." Scroll paused for a while, seemingly considering her words. "And strangely, even though there are many entries, I can see them all clearly at the same time. Maybe this is just a matter of practice makes perfect."
"I see," Wendy said admiringly. "His Majesty once said that people's memory is far greater than they imagine. I thought it was incredible, but now I finally believe it."
"This feeling is really wonderful," Scroll nodded. "It's like I know everything in that instant. When His Majesty unifies Graycastle and promotes the City Hall system to all territories, I wonder if I can still remember so many things."
Wendy couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. What did that mean? It meant that Scroll would remember the entire life of everyone on this land.
She is history.
Just as Wendy was about to say something more, a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted her.
"I finally found you, Lady Wendy," a young City Hall clerk bowed to the two of them. "There's a guy who's been staying in the hall and refuses to leave, saying he wants to meet with the person in charge of the Witch Union. We told him that we would record and convey his message, but he insists on explaining it in person."
"Did he say what he wanted? What's his name?" Scroll frowned.
"Bosek," the clerk gasped for breath, "He did say something, but it's likely a mistake. He said that while grazing in the suburbs, he picked up a woman covered in blood. The person looked like a witch, but her consciousness was almost blurred, and she couldn't answer anything when asked. We checked today's work plan and didn't find any witches scheduled to leave the city. Do you know about this?"
"A local from Border Town, with a good record, and one of the first trainees in the agriculture class, he shouldn't deliberately cause trouble for the City Hall," Scroll said in confusion. "Could it be Leaf?"
"How is that possible? With the protection of Heart of the Forest, no one can hurt her at all," Wendy immediately denied the other party's guess. In terms of combat ability, Leaf is considered one of the top members of the Union. However, this year's planting plan is very urgent. Roland His Majesty requires that the seeds of Golden No. 2 be scattered wherever they take over a territory, so she did not go on the expedition with the First Army, but stayed in the Misty Forest every day, constantly ripening the breeding wheat fields. "Even if an enemy invaded the Misty Forest under her control, there shouldn't be no reaction—don't forget that there's a group of workers responsible for transporting wheat seeds there, and the border guards are also monitoring the entire north. If they were attacked, they should have sounded the alarm long ago."
"Then it's really a mistake?"
"In any case, let's meet him first. Even if that person is not a witch and is seriously injured, we can still help her." Although Wendy said this, a faint sense of unease emerged in her heart.
Have I overlooked something?