Every day when you open the door, you can see the open sky and neat streets, there is no filthy excrement or dried blood on the ground, and there is no suffocating smell of alcohol fermenting in the stomach pouch mixed with the sea breeze. It's a paradise for Peg. Although the sky had not yet fully brightened, and the cold wind blowing from the north was still faintly invading the troubled city, the witch with long green hair had already begun her day's work with a cheerful tune.

Crimson Pupil, the tavern finally reopened three months after the rat-man plague passed, but the drinkers were surprised to find that the barkeeper had changed from a taciturn male to a young girl who called herself Peg. It would have been a wasteful move to have a young witch serve as the reception staff at the tavern, but it was Pegg's own initiative, knowing that as a new member, Aemia couldn't fully trust herself. And she didn't want to spend any more time on books that she would never finish, and the tavernkeeper position was not fun, but at least it saved her from being trapped in a cramped room, and with Crimson Pupils as a location for One-Eye's underground network to communicate information, those nervous street spies could provide a lot of pastime for witches. As for trouble, how many of the ordinary drunkards or thugs are the opponents of witches?

The broom, gently brushing on the smooth stone brick road. Peg tied her long hair up casually, wearing a long brown dress, she was thinking about what kind of breakfast she should prepare for herself when she cleared the door of the tavern, the batch of cured meats that came in yesterday tasted good, and it must be good when grilled with bread and mushroom soup. Well, maybe I could be a little more extravagant and use up a little strawberry jam? What a happy trouble, the little witch thought with a smile, she was more thinking about how to live when she was in the heart of the bay, and she had never carefully enjoyed life. Especially since the food she ate while living in the bay was mostly damp and smelled of the sea, she had had enough of the damn pickled fish.

Peg's brow furrowed at the thought of the pickled fish, and she felt as if her nose really smelled the most disgusting smell. It's just an illusion, this is no longer Heartless Bay, this is the royal capital of the Greylion, although there is no king now. The little witch comforted herself so much, and hastily waved the broom in her hand a few times, intending to finish the morning cleanup. And then, her attention was drawn to something in the sky, it was a seagull, but why was there a seagull here? When she looked at the dark shadow that was getting bigger and bigger away from her, and realized that the thing was going to fall on her, it was too late to dodge.

"Pop!" a salted fish smashed impartially on the little witch's raised face.

"Ahh At the same time, the wooden windows of the nearby houses were opened, and several crossbow arrows protruded from them, waiting for an order to shoot the enemy in front of the tavern into hedgehogs. But both the crossbowmen and the thugs were confused, and they saw nothing.

The morning commotion soon reached One-Eye's ears, and when the sun rose a little more, the owner of Crimson Eyes and the two witches arrived at the tavern in a carriage. "What about Miss Peg?" asked the masked One-Eyed to her men, and although Emia had long since lifted the curse attached to it, she was still used to using this face to her men. "On the second floor. The small leader in charge of this area quickly replied, he had only been in this position for a long time, and he did not want to lose the trust of the boss because of this inexplicable incident.

The witch in the red dress nodded to One-Eye, "I'll go up with Kolandy and ask her what's going on." With that, Aemia took her daughter and walked up the stairs to the second floor. The second floor of the Crimson Pupil Tavern was once one-eyed, but now the domain of the tavern's new owner, and Peg does not allow anyone to set foot on the second floor of the tavern. And those who once recklessly stepped up to the second floor of the tavern will also bring back some strange things, such as the door of the same room on both sides. In just a few months, it has become a place where no one can get close.

One-Eye shrugged, of course she knew that the rumors were due to witchcraft, but she had neither the need nor the motivation to explain them to her men. Keeping it mysterious can stabilize the morale of the military and help increase the loyalty of these people to themselves. So she pulled out a chair at random and pointed at the little boss with her chin, "Go, see what's in the kitchen, I haven't had breakfast yet." ”

Listening to the sound of pots and pans clattering in the kitchen, One-Eye tapped his finger on his mask. The rat-man plague has caused a large number of displaced people to lose their land, and out of fear of the rat-people, many people still refuse to return to their hometowns after the plague has passed, and stay in the cities where they have fled. But most of them are farmers who know nothing but farm work, and have no skills to earn a living except for their bodies. Therefore, her gang took this opportunity to expand its manpower by many people, and basically recovered the losses in the plague. It's just that now it seems that these newcomers will need some time to train before they can really come in handy.

"We came in. Emia greeted outside Peg's room, and then pushed the door open, and the little magic on the door was nothing to mention to the old witch. Colante was a little dissatisfied with her mother's approach, after all, Peg had joined under her persuasion, so she hoped that her mother should still give her basic respect if she could. However, the current situation was undecided, and Colante couldn't say anything, so she had to follow Amia into the room.

Peg's room was neat, a little too neat for a unique witch. Carefully folded blankets and clothes, spotless floors and furniture, you can see that she really cares about her current life. The only thing that makes people not so comfortable is probably a faint fishy smell that permeates the room. And the source of this smell is the salted fish on the table, and the little witch with long green hair is sitting next to it with her head hanging her head, looking at this fish with an expression like looking at some kind of monster, the scene is indescribably funny.

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