Forsaken Territory, Abandoned Harbor.
Helen, the Flower Witch, who was only about 1.56 ters tall with a flower wreath on her head, walked into a small tavern by the harbor.
The tavern was newly built.
But whether it was the overall style or the interior decorations and utensils, all were old.
Or rather, deliberately made old.
There were quite a few people who liked old things like this, and deliberately making things look old had even beco a business.
Because of the use of magic, it was much simpler and more convenient to make in terms of crafting compared to on Blue Star.
And when Helen walked into this small tavern, the people chatting and drinking inside suddenly stopped all their activities and looked in unison at Helen standing at the door.
It wasn't that Helen dressed weirdly enough to attract so many people's attention.
But her black robe, black Witch's Hat, and the Flying Broom in her hand were constantly reminding everyone who saw her: 'This is a witch.'
So.
Everyone was actually surprised that a witch would appear here.
The Forsaken Territory had originally been the base camp of the Witch Race.
But ever since the witches dug up the entire Typhon City along with its foundation and took it away, the Forsaken Territory under Shang Chuan's managent had transford from a single race autonomous territory into a must-pass hub for north-south travel.
Anyone could enter or leave here.
As long as you ca with money or goods, Shang Chuan welcod anyone.
It was precisely this open concept that made the Abandoned Harbor beco the most important port in the central and western parts of the continent in just a few short months.
At the sa ti, it also made the entire Forsaken Territory the most important logistics transit area in the central and western regions.
To this end, Shang Chuan didn't hesitate to spend a lot of manpower to repair the roads of the entire Forsaken Territory.
Tunneling where tunnels were needed, building bridges where bridges were needed.
This made logistics much more convenient.
No, it should be said that magic was truly convenient, allowing this kind of project that would originally take 'years' as a unit to be completed in a few months.
But this could only be achieved on the premise of being willing to hire a large number of Earth Magic practitioners.
If it were ordinary magicians, they couldn't et this condition.
Of course, this openness also led to a lot of annoying people who even dogs would despise running here.
Making the entire Forsaken Territory a gathering place for all sorts of people from various walks of life.
However, because this was originally the Witch Race's territory, and Shang Chuan was quite strict about security managent, apart from so petty theft, no major cris had occurred.
On one hand, they were naturally afraid of Shang Chuan, but more than that, they were afraid of those witches.
After all, it was said that although the witches had left the Forsaken Territory, they still maintained a strong control over the place.
That guy nad Shang Chuan was nothing more than a proxy.
But as long as you didn't cause trouble in this place, even if you committed a huge cri outside, this place could beco your sanctuary.
That's why these guys would run to this place after committing cris outside.
In a sense, the Forsaken Territory seed to have been a gathering place for outlaws from the very beginning.
So it wasn't a bad idea to walk the old path again now.
Of course.
Because of the re-establishnt of governance, the witches naturally also re-planned the Forsaken Territory.
The necessary magic arrays were not lacking.
It's just that the large-scale regional magic array produced this ti wasn't as dazzling as the last one.
After all, materials also cost money.
As long as it's usable, it's fine; don't expect too much for other things.
"A witch?"
"And a witch I haven't seen before."
"What is a witch doing coming to this kind of small tavern?"
"Don't ask , how could I possibly know these things."
"Wait, looking at her, she seems to be looking for soone."
"Looking for soone? That's good, at least it has nothing to do with us."
There were quite a few things to pay attention to when surviving in the Forsaken Territory, like not causing trouble and not committing cris.
As long as you lived honestly, no one would do anything to you.
But the most important thing was still not to provoke the witches.
This was a universal principle across the entire continent.
So when they saw the witch co in, most of them only discussed it in hushed voices.
So even lowered their heads after a glance, for fear of provoking these living ancestors.
"You're Gao Yi?"
Ignoring others, after scanning around from the doorway, Helen locked onto a guy sitting in a corner of the tavern, wearing a trench coat and a hood, wrapping his entire body tightly.
"Witch, the Tower Witch sent you?"
The guy Helen called Gao Yi slightly raised his eyes to glance at her, then asked.
"Yes."
Helen nodded and pulled out a stool to sit down.
The boss didn't co forward to ask 'What would you like to order', a question lacking emotional intelligence.
After all, it seed the two of them were gathering because of a matter.
Although he also didn't know why a witch and another person who looked very mysterious would choose this small tavern he originally opened just out of interest.
But it was better not to disturb them at this ti.
So.
Upholding the concept of 'everyone who cos is a guest', the boss silently served a glass of chilled juice and a plate of snacks.
Then he disappeared into the small tavern.
Fighting and brawling were not allowed in the harbor. If there were existences disrupting public order like that, the golem patrols would co uninvited.
So the boss wasn't worried at all about his small tavern being overturned.
After all, even if the small tavern was overturned for so reason, the managent agency would compensate for it.
...
"I'm back."
"Mhm, back. Phew~~~!"
A few hours later, Helen returned to Eureka, simultaneously bringing back so intelligence regarding the Necromancer Race.
Coming to Diana's office, Helen took off her Witch's Hat, plumped down on the sofa, and let out a long breath.
She was from the sa batch as Diana, Susie, and Angela.
She was one of the Four Witches of the Golden Plains designated by Lan Qingyou to harass the Huang Family Father and Son back then.
So when staying with Diana, there was no constraint of superior and subordinate at all.
Instead, she was unusually casual.
No... it should be said that among the witches of the Witch Race, apart from differences in duties, there were inherently no superiors and subordinates.
There were even plenty of people who would directly find soone to cover their shift and go back to do experints when inspiration struck.
"What exactly is the situation with the Necromancer Race?"
Diana didn't even glance at the petite Helen, still leaning over the desk processing docunts.
"Just like the intelligence Shang Chuan brought, they indeed belong to a magic-type race, and their racial talents are not bad either."
"Although they are all Death Magic, and the skills obtained from the talents of most of the fully mutated Necromancers are rank E or D, there is no lack of rank A, B, or C existences among them."
Swinging her bare feet, Helen picked up an apple from the coffee table.
"In this way, it's sowhat similar to our Demon Eyes."
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