So, let me remind you in advance this time: starting from the next chapter, the extras of six book friends will appear in the screen, for a total of six chapters. Book friends who can accept this please continue to subscribe, and book friends who cannot accept this can wait a while. Chapter 117 Niceri At 11 o'clock in the evening, the lights in the Tlapan district of Mérida had gone out, and only the moonlight covered the coffin-like collective apartment building with a white cloth. The Tlapan district is home to a group of people known as the middle class. They are neither brave nor cowardly, neither upright nor evil. Passion or rationality, thinking or feeling have nothing to do with these people who live day after day, but are just living. Here, a familiar yet suffocating stability and unchangingness dominate the order of the community, and every family has been interacting with each other for at least three generations. Outside, the adults greeted each other warmly and said nice things, but when the door was closed, they couldn't wait to start saying bad things about each other. The children grew up together and were very close, but the boys and girls in the community rarely considered each other as marriage partners. They all want to escape from this mediocre, quiet and suffocating community. The boys hope to be chosen by the witch, or at least a wealthy woman, so that they can achieve class advancement in one step. Waite's welfare subsidies for men are enough to allow families with boys to cross the class barrier, but because of the influence of magic, giving birth to a boy at the first pregnancy is an unimaginable dream. A more realistic situation is that when a boy is born, he already has several sisters.
Welfare subsidies must naturally be shared by family members, and boys who want to achieve personal class advancement can only hope to get married, carefully selecting the shell to drill into like a hermit crab. A larger number of girls are undoubtedly sad. Young, beautiful and rich girls often have more than one man, and they can only wait for their "male duties" to see if they can get lucky and get a man's seed. It is true that giving birth to a boy can change one's fate, but giving birth to a girl means an increased burden. However, everyone wants to take a chance, so a large number of "burdens" are born. Some people will choose to grit their teeth and raise their children, while others will choose to abandon their babies. This is selfish and cruel, but from the perspective of the lower class, it sometimes seems helpless. From the perspective of the upper class, population is a statistic. The kings of the forest treat veterans and newcomers as useful tools to exploit the grassroots personnel who are contemptuously called menial witches. The exploitation suffered by the menial witches will eventually be passed on to ordinary people. Therefore, anyone with common sense knows that the number of people who want to enjoy themselves and create labor value must be guaranteed. Abandoning babies is not conducive to the witches' wealth, so in urban areas where control is strong, managers began to send witches to settle in communities to serve as supervisors, monitor local residents, and prevent the phenomenon of abandoned babies. Three years ago, a witch who was already showing signs of aging took over from her predecessor who had been promoted and became the new local supervisor. She quickly became famous in the community, not because she did anything good, but because she used her power to snatch a boy from a commoner's family and adopted him. The residents wrote letters of complaint to report the witch's illegal and disorderly behavior to the Male Management Department and the Waite Survival Department, but after the two departments sent personnel to investigate, they did not deprive the witch of her guardianship rights. The name Nesri has become a horror story used by local residents to scare children. Nesri drew the curtains and tiptoed to his adopted son's room. After seeing that the 5-year-old boy was sleeping soundly, he carefully retreated. When she was young, people called her "Catwoman" because her steps were both elegant and seductive, and silent. Many witch criminals active in the dark were punished by her. Time is merciless. At the age of 40, Nesri retreated to the second line, but her spirit collapsed faster than her appearance. In 1224, she followed Sabina, the former Lord of the Woods of the Realm of Justice, to fight against the invading army led by Irian Trastamara. It was a nightmare battle. Irian had twelve times as many transcendents as them, and the reinforcements promised by the other kings were nowhere to be seen. Nesri and his comrades decided to be heroes. When Sabina's desperate counterattack attracted the attention of most of the enemy's extraordinary people, they defeated several companies of ordinary soldiers deployed on the flanks and rushed towards Irian's headquarters. Comrades fell one after another, but they also sent Nesri into Irian's command post. Irian was expecting a great victory, but he was frightened and angered by the assassins who suddenly broke into his command post. After his guards subdued Nesri, he personally dragged her to the commanding heights of the battlefield.
Nesri watched as the assembled armies of the kings stood idly by in Merida as her familiar comrades fell one after another. Her mother died, her sister died, her daughter died, her friend died... for a battle that could not be won. "This wasn't my idea, but you seem to be playing a nasty role in Waite, so the others have to use me to eliminate you." Irian said with some contempt: "I will not completely destroy you. You witches must fight each other so that I can gain a foothold in Waite. However, your family is in trouble. The witches of other leaders are probably trying to wipe out the entire clan and plunder your property." Nesri's spirit collapsed, and when she woke up, she was already in the group fleeing eastward. Irian deliberately let them go and let the remnants of the defeated army withdraw from the battlefield. This war led to two results. One was the birth of the "White Order" composed of fanatical avengers, and the other was cowards like Nesri who were physically and mentally broken. Rather than revenge, Nesri was more afraid. The nightmare on the battlefield and the truth told by Irian made her have nihilistic and negative thoughts. She was a coward, but the White Order, which lacked combat power at the time, would not allow the loss of combat power. In order to escape from the team and return to a stable life, Nesri did something despicable. She took a dog as her lover. This incident shocked the whole team. Sabina came in person, sighed, killed the dog, and said to her: "There is no need to defile yourself like this, you can go." "King, I'm sorry, I actually fled from the battlefield..." "This war has caused too many tragedies, and the sacrifices of our relatives and friends were meaningless. Under such oppression, it is not surprising that people's minds will slide to either extreme. I don't want to blackmail you morally. There's no point in forcing you to stay. Just go. It doesn't matter if you sink or live in misery, I hope you can live well. " "I can help you. I'll be your insider. You need intelligence, right? I'll do it!" Nesri said anxiously. "Just stay alive." Sabina said sincerely, "Don't force yourself." Nesri blushed and turned pale, and left with her outfit. The contemptuous looks from her comrades made her feel ashamed. On the way to Merida, she once thought about going into the city to kill a few invaders and make a "heroic sacrifice" so that her life would end perfectly. However, when she returned to Merida and found that her property was partially retained and that her husband had remarried but was still alive and well, the desire to survive took over again. The Knights are not the ones who are fighting a bloody battle with us, they are also Irian's political enemies. Nesri used this reason to convince himself to accept the recruitment of the "Justice" field and sold outdated information to the "Justice" field. She was unwilling to become a complete traitor, yet she had no interest in a spectacular death. Such a wavering mediocrity quickly wiped out the enthusiasm of the "justice" field for her, and she was sent to a deserted department. This was exactly what Nesri wanted, and after that, she continued to provide intelligence to the "White Order" intermittently. All of this was free of charge, and the "White Order" rarely responded because her intelligence was of little value, but it comforted Nesri herself. She escaped, but she made her mark. Nesri was only convincing herself on the surface. She would occasionally recall the nightmarish battlefield and her own cowardly behavior. After waking up, she would cover her face and cry out of terror and shame. So, in order to avoid memories, Nesri drinks a glass of medicinal wine before going to bed every day so that he can spend a dreamless night. Tonight was no exception. Nesri poured herself a glass of wine. The bitter smell of herbs reminded her of a past event that would not make her sad: Before being transferred to the post of supervisor of the Telapan District, she carried out her last field mission, escorting a witch who had committed a crime in the Holy Land State. When Nesri saw the witch's wounded appearance and remembered how she had escaped from the battlefield, her compassion made her help the witch a little. There was nothing more to say after that.
According to Waite law, the earliest retirement age for witches is 60, so Niceri started planning her retirement life early. The reason she chose the Tlapan district is that the consumption level here is not high, the housing prices are average, the crime rate is low, the residents are simple, and she has no sense of existence in the eyes of the big shots and will not be tossed around. What better place to retire than this? She only lacked a child, which she had obtained by taking advantage of her privileges after becoming an inspector. Now, she just wanted to retire at the age of 60, raise the boy, and hope that she could marry into a good family in the future. Unfortunately, her wish will never come true. The rumbling sound of the wheels rolling over the ground came from far away, like an alarm in the quiet Tlapan area. At first, Nesri thought it was a mission from some powerful department, and planned to ask them if they needed help. However, when the sound of the carriage pointed to her own mansion, she immediately ran to the basement. Three seconds later, the door was kicked open, and Corneille, holding a shield, was the first to enter the house. One of Josephine's men sprinkled powder, reflecting a series of fluorescent footprints. Corneille followed Nesrie's footsteps and went into the basement. He saw Nesrie swallowing something with blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were unusually bright. "You're late." She trembled, "Don't try to get any secrets from me." Chapter 118 Dorothy You seem to have misunderstood something? Gao Naiyi stretched out his hand and shook it, showing the ring in his hand: "I am a temporary employee of the "Judgment" field. Please give up resistance and cooperate with our actions." People in the "Trial" field only need to identify themselves and they don't need a reason to arrest people. Because of this, this name alone will provoke the most intense resistance from the prisoners. Nesri was no exception. She pressed her palm on the bracket above the wall. Purple light surged out from her palm, cutting off the bracket and causing the ceiling above Corneille's head to fall down. Friendly forces in the rear took action, and a magic circle appeared above Cornell's head, stopping the ceiling from falling. Gao Naiyi held up his shield and blocked another punishment magic from Nessry. A faint blue light ball surged from the blade of the "Flying Lion", leaving an inconspicuous cut on the enemy's transparent shield. "Weakness Inspection" was triggered. The shield that Nesri hastily cast had a simple structure, so Gao Naiyi saw the opponent's flaw at once. "Suliana" followed up and crushed Nesri's shield, and Corneille put his sword on the opponent's neck. "You are under arrest," he said. Nessery wanted to resist, but Josephine came in and made her give up. She dropped her hands helplessly and was escorted out by Corneille. “Well done,” said Josephine. "She has a weak will to resist, otherwise she should be able to fight me for a minute or two," replied Corneille. Josephine interrogated him but did not get any information. Corneille reminded Josephine that the man had just swallowed something and said that the secret would never be revealed. Josephine suddenly realized: "Oh, a secret-keeping prop. The witches of the White Order often carry this thing with them. After swallowing it, it will prevent the person who consumes it from answering any questions, even if I cast judgment magic to drag her into the barrier." Corneille thinks that his magic can make the magic props offline. But the question is, is it worth it? So he asked: "As an outsider, what secrets does she have to keep?"
"Yes, for example, she is a spy for the White Order and has been providing intelligence to the White Order." "?!" Nesri's eyes widened. Josephine was a little surprised: "Do you think we don't know? We ignored you because we wanted to try to catch a bigger fish, but Sabina didn't fall for it. You're not even worth arresting, we've been letting you go. You're a non-threatening guy. Not good, not bad, you're just too ordinary. We came to catch you, so that you would mistakenly think that you were an insider and were exposed. In order to protect the organization and not become a traitor, you swallowed the secret-keeping prop. It's a noble idea. It's a pity that the reality doesn't quite match your actions." Nesri's face was ashen, and she said in a trembling voice: "It doesn't matter to me, my child..." "Ah, we can guarantee that. He is still your child. When he grows up, we will arrange for him to marry the witch from the Judgment realm." Nesri screamed, "No, no, no! Any witch from any other field is fine. Even if she is not a witch, finding a nice ordinary wife for him is fine. Please don't marry her to the witch from the Judgment Realm. He is a widow at such a young age, don't let that happen!" "I'm sorry, but this is not something you can interfere with." Josephine said indifferently: "After all, I also have to consider our field." Nesri's story ended, she was tied up and thrown into a carriage, but tonight's operation was not over yet, Josephine still had a target to capture. "Dorothy, 21 years old. She is a witch in the 'Queen' domain and specializes in lightning magic." "So young?" said Corneille. "The 'Queen' territory is populated by the elven royal family and their followers of other races. Although the racial discrimination of the witches is not as serious as that of the Federation, it still exists. In order to deal with the locals, Her Highness Ingrid promoted a group of local witches to join the "Queen's" field, specifically responsible for social interaction, multi-field collaboration and miscellaneous tasks. Therefore, compared to strength, Princess Ingrid pays more attention to the witch's appearance. Dorothy was very beautiful, but she didn't want to struggle anymore after completing that field mission. So she became the mistress of an elf lady with special preferences, and lived a happy life surrounded by several men. "Can a witch have several men at the same time?" asked Corneille. "With Dorothy's strength, it's impossible. But her mistress has some relationship with Her Highness Ingrid, so no one bothers them." Corneille felt strange: "The ratio of men to women in Werther is already very exaggerated, even to the point of almost destroying the country and the race. As a result, the inefficient practice of one woman occupying several men was not investigated.” Josephine explained: "She came at a good time. After we merged with the Federation, although we were short of men, we were not doomed to extinction. As for the reasons, I won't explain." Corneille thought that the Federation's attempt to supplement the male population of Waite in the name of garrison was just a failed attempt, not the only attempt. Perhaps some of the missing population of the Federation every year was flowing into Waite.