Chapter 548: Meeting at the Tavern

Forsaken Territory, Abandoned Harbor.

Helen, the Flower Witch, who was only about 1.56 meters 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 become 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.

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 management had transformed 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 came with money or goods, Shang Chuan welcomed anyone.

It was precisely this open concept that made the Abandoned Harbor become the most important port in the central and western parts of the continent in just a few short months.

At the same time, 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 meet 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 management, apart from some petty theft, no major crimes 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 named 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 crime outside, this place could become your sanctuary.

That's why these guys would run to this place after committing crimes outside.

In a sense, the Forsaken Territory seemed 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-establishment 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 time 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 me, how could I possibly know these things."

"Wait, looking at her, she seems to be looking for someone."

"Looking for someone? 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 crimes.

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 come in, most of them only discussed it in hushed voices.

Some 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 come forward to ask 'What would you like to order', a question lacking emotional intelligence.

After all, it seemed 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 time.

So.

Upholding the concept of 'everyone who comes 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 come 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 some reason, the management agency would compensate for it.

...

"I'm back."

"Mhm, back. Phew~~~!"

A few hours later, Helen returned to Eureka, simultaneously bringing back some 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 same 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 someone to cover their shift and go back to do experiments 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 documents.

"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 somewhat similar to our Demon Eyes."