The gathering, which gathered all the dark inhabitants of the kingdom of the Greylion, came to a close two hours before dawn. After regaining her self-confidence and initial skills in negotiating with the representatives of these forces, One-Eye completed her mission well, securing a considerable number of allies for Cheese's side. But, as Jason mentioned before, not all forces are optimistic about the outcome of this war.

While about half of the forces chose to join, the other half of the delegates in attendance chose to remain silent. Some of the delegates even turned off their lights before the rally was over, announcing the withdrawal of their forces from the operation. Most of these leavers had chosen to stay away from the kingdom long before the rally began, and only went to the rally for fear of the witch's retribution. After Roland's assurances that he will not be held accountable, no matter how bright the future of the one-eyed promise is, it has nothing to do with them.

And these escapees will not be pursued by other forces, but if they do succeed in resisting the plague, then they will have to start all over again when they return. No one is going to keep for them what they have now.

"It's about the same amount as I expected. Jason said, looking at the bright red flame of the lampstand in the audience.

"But it's less than we expected. The ghoul's grim voice came from not far away, and a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe who looked like a monk walked over from the firelight.

Not only him, but after the rally, all the representatives who chose to support the witch's camp did not leave. These men crossed the low wall of the auditorium and walked from all sides to the one-eyed group standing in the center of the stage. Their mission tonight isn't over yet.

"There's no way around it. Not everyone has the same deep attachment to this place as we do. The man who spoke was next to the ghoul, an old man in a white robe, but there was no hair on his face, neither the beard, nor the eyebrows. His voice seemed hollow, giving the impression that it was coming from afar.

"Ghouls and wraiths? That's an interesting combination. Roland picked the brim of his hat, and he could see the identity of the white-robed old man at a glance. After all, the vague halo of light that surrounds the outline of the body is still very recognizable.

"It's just two old guys who can't die. The white-robed wraith seemed to be in a good mood, and he responded to Roland's words with a smile.

"You can't die!" a shrill voice came from the height of an adult's thigh, and a group of dwarfs jumped towards it. In the light of the fire, Lothar and the others finally saw what kind of dwarf they were.

These little creatures look like human children with earthy yellow skin, except that their ears are large and pointed at the ends like elves. This trait is one of the reasons why some scholars insist that dwarves are a hybrid of dwarves and elves. But in fact, dwarfs have more characteristics than that, except for their ears, their eyes are larger than humans, and the sharp teeth in their mouths make them not mistaken for real children.

The man who spoke just now was the leader of the group of dwarves, and the other elves followed him. The dwarf, dressed in a strange and colorful pattern, had yellow hair, each of which stood straight on his head like a needle, and looked very distinctive.

"Hello, old man. I'm the boss of these elves, you can call me, Lightning!" the leader of the elves, who called himself Lightning, didn't look at the others, he and his men were staring at Roland alone. And by the time he said this, two or three elves had already run up to the old man, unceremoniously rummaging through the candy that might be in the latter's pocket.

"Okay, Lightning. Can you get your people to get off me first. Roland covered his hat with one hand and said in a bit of a panic. As he spoke, a pink-haired dwarf crawled past his chest. The little ones apparently thought of the old man as some kind of humanoid climbing toy.

"Simple. But you've got to give us candy! The elven leader said confidently, not feeling wrong about his robbery.

In desperation, Roland could only agree to these little guys with excess activity ability. He took off his hat and tapped it with his cane, and a large amount of candy poured out of his hat like a fountain. The elves who had been lying on the old man smelled the candy, and without the order of their leader, they cheered and snatched the hat containing the candy from the old man's hand, and ran aside to divide the spoils.

"You feed them so much candy, and in two days they will come and ask me to pull out their cavities. A sullen voice said with resentment. It was a man wearing a long-billed crow mask, her face completely obscured by the mask. However, judging from the figure, this person is undoubtedly a woman.

"You don't know how noisy these little ones can be. My clinic has been demolished several times by them. ”

"I'm sorry, doctor. But there's no way around it, you know, no one can stand between the elves and the candy. Jason walked over to Roland and spread his hands over to the masked man.

"Introduction, this is Miss Hill. He is the best healer of all the blue lions, and he is also the representative of the Dementors. ”

"Ciel. Nice to meet you, old sir. If you need to cure an old wound or an old problem, I can give you a discount, one year for external injuries and five years for internal organs, how about it?" The masked Dementor held out his left hand towards Roland.

"Roland, it's also a pleasure to meet you. Ms. Hill. However, I think it would be better for my old bones to be treated mildly. "Although Roland didn't know how the Dementor doctor was treated, he knew that it was better to have less contact with this terrifying existence that feeds on the lifespans of other creatures.

As more and more representatives came to their vicinity, Jason began to introduce the forces that had decided to join the witches' camp one by one. In addition to ghouls, wraiths, elves, and dementors, Cheeseman and Cheese are among the Batman beings, who come to the assembly as an individual like the Guide. It was a man with long hair that covered his face, and a five-stringed piano pinned to his waist.

"Papa" clapped his hands lightly, signaling everyone to focus their attention. Jason said as he pulled out an equally black stabbing sword out of nowhere.

"Guys, since you've introduced yourself to our new companions. It's time for us to have the aftermath of tonight's rally. I declare that from now until dawn, the clean-up activities begin!"