In the cold mist of the early morning, the port seemed a little deserted. Many hungover sailors were still fast asleep in the taverns and hotels from last night. There were only a few workers on the dock carrying goods. Occasionally, a long and echoing shout-like greeting could be heard.
Loran Hill pulled up the hood of her black winter dress, leaving only a few strands of hair sticking out from her shoulders and scattered on her chest. She walked lightly down the street, her eyes scanning the scenery of the port and the streets with a hint of curiosity.
Many shops were still closed. Residents living in the cold north seemed to get up later than people in other places. In front of the few shops that had just opened, the owners were sweeping the streets.
The sound of horse hooves was particularly clear on such a street, and one could hear the crisp sound of the iron horseshoes hitting the stone bricks on the ground.
The girl raised her head and saw a man riding a black horse walking slowly on the street ahead. The horse was very tall, and one could sense its strong power and stamina from its smooth fur. However, the man riding it was wearing a long black robe, and her face was not very clear.
Many people speculated that there might be a black knight under the black robe, wearing fine full body armor, or perhaps it was a necromancer with a withered face and deep eyes.
Until the man slowly stopped in front of a cafe, the crisp sound of horse hooves disappeared and the street became quiet again.
There was a sound of wind chimes as the door was pushed open, followed by the familiar and friendly welcome of 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.
Then, cheers rang out in the store, and even many passers-by on the street heard it and turned their eyes curiously.
"Miss Herron!"
"Lady Frostfinger~"
"I've finally waited."
“This time, take good notes.”
There was a burst of noise coming from the store, which was then blocked by the closed door, and the street returned to its previous silence.
That woman must be the witch often heard of in the North.
When Loran Hill passed by this cafe, his eyes swept past the glass cabinet on the side and saw the witch in the store standing among the crowd, seemingly explaining something, and occasionally writing some words and drawings with chalk on the dark blue stone tablet.
Such characters can be found everywhere. They have rich knowledge and can answer some common questions of residents and help others relieve some of the depression and difficulties that are difficult to escape in life.
Such people have different representatives in different places. Some are priests, some are scholars, some are rural Confucian scholars, and in the north, there are witches.
The Mercury Dynasty was an extremely unique country, or era. Witches at that time had great influence, but their number was always small. Witches became the bridge and intermediary between humans and witches. In ancient times, they were regarded as wise men, staff, doctors, guides, etc., assisting lords and generals in various places and completing various tasks.
Unlike nobles who rely on bloodline inheritance, witches' inheritance is similar to that of wizards and mages, relying on the acquisition of knowledge to become or be recognized. And slightly different from mages who emphasize the master-apprentice system, the witch inheritance model is more influenced by witches.
They do not have a single master-apprentice system, that is, they will not specifically recognize anyone as their teacher, or study under someone, but rather a group teaching inheritance model, or what is commonly called the relationship between predecessors and successors.
In a small group of witches, experienced witches 'seniors' will teach the younger 'juniors' together, and the 'juniors' will also learn different knowledge from each 'senior' or ask for advice.
At the same time, unlike the gradually commercialized master-apprentice system, this kind of inheritance also has a family-like relationship. Witches in the same group will continue to contact each other even after getting married and starting a family, and will help each other when encountering difficulties.
Although such a small group of witches usually consists of only about ten people and is not considered powerful, being small has its advantages. That is, everyone in a small group will be more familiar and close, and will not neglect or abandon any one of them.
As Loran Hill walked past the cafe, he recalled the knowledge he had learned from Trinasha and the stories he occasionally heard from Chrissy Night and the others.
From this point of view, witches and witches are really similar. After all, in the distant past, witches were followers of various witches. It is natural and not surprising for them to imitate the way their admirers get along with each other.
In Trinasha's inherited memories, Loran Hill vaguely saw a group of witches dressed in black and blue clothes. They wore wide witch hats and long black skirts with dark blue butterfly markings on the hems and cuffs. These witches had followed Trinasha for hundreds of years, conquering the elven kingdoms and governing the country. They were powerful deputies, and among them were many powerful Sequence 8 beings.
However, with the disintegration of the Mercury Dynasty and the fall of Oz, many witches gradually retreated, and this pattern of witches slowly dissipated. Today, most of the witches who are still active are concentrated in the North. Most of them use the power of frost and the dead, and most of them are disciples of the witch of the Crow of the Wise Eye.
Walking through the streets in the early morning, Loran Hill quickened his pace slightly and came to the port hall next to the dock. Various ships and cargoes arriving at the port are usually registered here. If you want to inquire about the ships coming from the south, you will naturally come here.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
The man behind the counter was wearing glasses, a white shirt and a short vest. He should be an official staff member here. He looked at the girl in front of him with curiosity.
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