Night has fallen, and at this time, officials at all levels in Port Royal, who should have gone home from get off work long ago, are still crowded in this small city hall.
Just now, when the soldiers of the Royal Navy were sent out to suppress the riot, they were notified by Governor Swann to come to the city hall for a meeting. Then, His Excellency the Governor explained all the situation to them, He also said that the city of Port Royal has now fallen into the hands of the witches.
After dawn tomorrow, the most prosperous city in the Caribbean will be decided by those witches. Therefore, Governor Swan hopes that these officials can still perform their duties and try their best to maintain and stabilize the various orders in the city. Until the witches have a new arrangement!
"Lord Governor! Are things really this embarrassing now? Do we really have to do this? Are these witches allowed to run amok in this city of the British Empire?"
A tax officer in charge of port business began to express dissatisfaction. It had not been long since he got the lucrative position of tax officer. You must know that Port Royal is currently one of the most important and prosperous ports in the Caribbean. Every day, he Just charging various berthing fees, terminal fees and commodity taxes are all very lenient.
And now, this city is about to change? Will the witch have the final say starting tomorrow? Will they remove him? Or, change some rules? Therefore, he always feels a little unwilling, but he has not made enough money in this position.
"Everyone... Anyway, I believe that many of you understand the terror and horror of witches! So, don't worry about me, I think you know it yourself! But... I would like to advise you here, it's best If you follow the witch's instructions, it will only last for three short months, and it will pass with a little patience, and the witches will still pay everyone's salary."
"As for whether you go or stay after three months, it's up to you. Of course, if you have the ability, you can try to leave here by boat now. No one will force you to stay."
Governor Swan sat on his seat a little absent-mindedly, looking at the chaotic group of officials around him. He was no longer in the mood to care about what these people thought.
Anyway, starting from tomorrow, Wetherby Swann may no longer be the Governor. What do these people think? What does it have to do with him? Now that he can't even protect himself, how can he still care about them?
"Your Majesty the Governor! Maybe we can try to resist again? Those witches are just a few women, let alone half-grown girls. I don't believe it. There are so many of us and we can't deal with them?"
A desperate official wearing a wig suddenly appeared, speaking cruel words with a ferocious face. After others heard this, they also began to discuss it. This suggestion was very satisfactory to them.
Although many of them have seen the terrifying witchcraft and flames when witches go crazy, they are always a little unwilling to have so many of their men succumb to the feet of a group of half-grown girls with yellow hair. !
After all, the current mainstream European society still respects men. If people knew that they had succumbed to a group of little witches in the future, wouldn't it make those people laugh out loud?
"God! You still want to resist?"
"Hmph! Invulnerable to even cannons, I think you must have never heard of that flaming bear that catches cannonballs with its bare hands, right? Now, even the army has surrendered, so what can you do to resist? Is it just your arms that can’t hold a sword steady? Stop joking!"
Governor Swan, who was sitting in his seat, smiled disdainfully at those people. These people really couldn't see the situation clearly.
In his opinion, these people are just a bunch of idiots! If they want to die on their own, don't come and drag him, the former governor! She was the breadwinner and had a baby daughter, Elizabeth, to take care of, but she was in no mood to accompany these desperadoes to their deaths!
Besides, Wetherby Swann could only help the witch take care of Port Royal for three months at most. After three months, he would be able to return to his native land. Even if he lost his position as governor, he could still take his daughter back with him. He went to his manor in London and lived the comfortable life of an aristocratic gentleman.
"Are we just going to accept our fate? Just watch these witches continue to run amok in Port Royal?"
When an old official saw that His Excellency the Governor was unwilling to take the lead in the resistance, he couldn't help but began to blow his beard and yell.
"Okay, everyone! Everyone must have figured out the matter, right?"
"Then, now I declare: starting from tomorrow, those who plan to continue to work in the city hall will continue to perform their duties with the same salary as before! If anyone doesn't want to work anymore, please remember to send someone to submit an application to me early tomorrow. A resignation letter. Okay, that’s it. It’s useless to talk more! Everyone, please give way. It’s getting very late and I’m going home now.”
After seeing that everything had been explained, Governor Swan sighed, stood up from his seat, waved to the guards, and walked directly out of the door.
He really wants to go home now. Although his Governor's Mansion seems to have been occupied by witches, and he himself doesn't want to go back and face those terrifying witches, but after all, he still has his daughter Elizabeth at home. Governor Swann was very worried, so he had to go back and take a look first.
"By the way! I'm here to warn you: If any of you want to seek death, you can, please do it yourself! But... don't involve me, I don't want to participate in anything of yours! That's it, see you tomorrow, I wish you all a good dream tonight.”
Governor Swan walked to the door and suddenly stopped, then turned back and said this.
The night is really quiet tonight. Governor Swan, half lying on the luxury carriage and slowly rushing back to the Governor's Mansion, raised his head and looked up at the night sky. Once, this Jamaican island and the nearby sea were all under his single-handed control. Unfortunately, after tonight, that will no longer be the case.
The sea breeze blowing in the night was a bit cool, and the sky was still gray. No stars could be seen. Those thick dark clouds directly blocked the bright moon in the sky, so that he could only see the bright moon in the roofless carriage. That gray outline couldn't be illuminated by the moonlight at all.
The city has become quieter and quieter. It seems that the riots that spread in the port area have been quelled long ago. Now, in the city streets that Governor Swan passed by, except for some blood stains and some houses set on fire by thugs, , and did not suffer much loss or damage.
Looking at the groups of soldiers on duty who were patrolling diligently and passing by from time to time, Governor Swan sighed softly.
From this point of view, Brigadier General Norrington is also a sensible guy... Haha, that's right! He has been cursed by the witch, and he cannot be tolerated without working hard! Thinking about it this way, I am more aware of current affairs. You see, the witches didn't even cast a spell on me, and I went to do their job for them.
This is good. Governor Swan doesn't want his hand to be branded with a terrifying flame mark like Norrington. In that case, even if he dies in the future, he probably won't be able to go to heaven, right? God will never accept a soul contaminated by a witch.
However, for some reason, Governor Swan always feels that something is not right about the night tonight, as if something very bad is going to happen? What evil presence is coming to Port Royal? Is this my own illusion?
Forget it...it's better not to think about this.
Governor Weatherby Swann quickly shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts in his mind. He now felt that it was better to go home quickly. Now that we have reached this point, what could be worse than a witch occupying her own territory? Is there anything more evil than those witches?
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"How dare you!? That's my room, you gangsters! It's a shame I sympathized with you before!"
Elizabeth, who was about to fall asleep, was angrily cursing loudly. In her dazed state, she was forcibly invited out of her bedroom and stopped in the living room. Because, just now, her room was forcibly commandeered by the witches.
In the dim candlelight, Elizabeth saw a sleeping little girl occupying her bed. It seemed that she was the little witch she met in the square today? But the light at night was not very good, so she couldn't see clearly.
Originally, she felt very tired today, so she wanted to go to sleep earlier, but she never expected that just when she was about to fall into a sweet dream, she was caught by the maids and said they were going to sleep. Give up the room?
She was confused for a moment and had no idea what was going on. She also didn't know that the witch had actually taken over the city and her home.
Therefore, she took it for granted that she was the majestic Miss Elizabeth Swann, the only biological daughter of Governor Swann! As the daughter of a governor, someone dared to commandeer her room in her home? Force her into the living room? Who is that girl? Is she the princess of the royal family? That's too rude!
"Oh? That's your room? So what?"
A voice sounded in the living room, finally making Elizabeth come back to her senses. Just now, it seemed that this voice was holding the little girl and occupying her bed?
Elizabeth turned around and looked at the slightly brighter candlesticks in the living room. Only then did she realize that there were five strange women having dinner in her living room. They seemed to have just freshened up? Under the candlelight, there were still some drops of water on their hair. The most important thing was: the person who was talking was still wearing her clothes? That set was Elizabeth's favorite tight-fitting fencing outfit! How dare she?
"Those are my clothes! How dare you do this? You thief!"
Elizabeth finally went berserk. She was about to rush over to argue regardless, but was stopped by her housekeeper. When the competent old housekeeper whispered in her ear for a while, she opened her eyes wide. Eyes, stopped in disbelief.
It turns out that her family's Governor's Mansion has been occupied by these witches? No, to be precise, the entire Port Royal should be occupied by witches?
Now, Elizabeth, her father, Governor Swann, and nearly a thousand Port Royal soldiers have become prisoners of the witches? Now the reason why she has not been expelled from the Governor's Mansion is just because the witches still have use for them? Moreover, just now, witches like Governor Swann and Brigadier Norrington were sent out to clean up the mess?
Elizabeth was a little confused, how could things develop like this? She just wanted to go up and take a nap early. Looking at the time, it hasn't been long yet, right? So many things happened?
"Okay, then, now that you have taken over my room, where do you want me to sleep?"
The situation was overwhelming, so Elizabeth had no choice but to take a deep breath, force herself to calm down, and began to speak a little angrily.
She was forced out of her room and robbed of her favorite set of clothes. In Elizabeth's opinion, these witches were really a group of robbers and thieves!
"There should be a lot of empty rooms in this castle. Find one by yourself."
Charlotte glanced at Elizabeth coldly, then stuffed another mouthful of bread and cheese into her mouth, not wanting to waste any time talking to her.
These witches were already a little exhausted physically and mentally after being tortured in prison for several days. Charlotte was even more serious. Not only did she witness the most tragic thing in the world happening in front of her today, she was also tied to a cross. The scorching sun scorched her for a whole afternoon. If it weren't for the support of the magic power of the contract, she would have fainted out of strength.
Therefore, she had been hungry for almost a day and was physically and mentally exhausted. She was in urgent need of food to replenish her little remaining physical strength.
"you!"
Elizabeth was just about to get mad, but she saw the door of the mansion suddenly opened, and her own father Weatherby Swann finally came back.
"Ah, father, you are back!"
Seeing her father, the governor, Elizabeth ran to his side quickly without caring about anything else.
"I have already informed all the officials of the city hall just now. Most of them should continue to perform their functions tomorrow. So now, do you have anything else to give me?"
Weatherby Swann patted his daughter's hand and signaled her to be calm, then he quickly took two steps forward and walked to the dining table. He gave a slight salute to Charlotte, the leader, and asked cautiously.
"It's okay, go and rest by yourself!"
After Charlotte glanced at Governor Swan, she didn't want to say anything and waved her hand, indicating that they could help themselves.
Whether it was Charlotte or the other four witch sisters who had just been rescued by her, they were already very tired. She didn't want to bother with those political affairs that she didn't understand right now. All things could wait until tomorrow.
"Thank you and enjoy your meal."
Weatherby Swann nodded, and then followed the housekeeper and quickly took his daughter upstairs.
He also realized that his daughter Elizabeth had just made a fuss here, so she didn't want to accidentally anger these witches, so it was better to leave here as soon as possible.
I hope they will really let people like them go after three months, right? I hope so!
If possible, Governor Swan will find a house to move out tomorrow. It seems that these witches are already relying on his Governor's Castle. Well, he doesn't want to continue living in the same castle with these witches!
He seemed to remember that next to the Brigadier's residence, he also had a three-story house under his name? Although the house is a little small, the environment is not bad. Not only does it have a unique small garden, but the decoration inside is also first-rate. There are so many rooms. It is still enough to accommodate their father, daughter and a few servants. No problem!
And, more importantly, living next door to Brigadier Norrington, you can more or less take care of each other, right? It feels much safer than living with a bunch of witches in the castle of the Governor's Mansion!
