The night has already fallen. At this time, officials at Port Royal, who were supposed to be home from get off work, were still huddling in this not-so-large city hall.
Just now, when the soldiers of the Royal Navy were sent out to suppress the riot, they were sent by the Governor Swan to inform the town hall to have a meeting. Then, the Governor explained all the situation to them and stated that the city of Port Royal has now fallen into the hands of the witches.
After dawn tomorrow, the most prosperous city on the Caribbean Sea will be decided by the witches. Therefore, Governor Swan hopes that their officials will still perform their duties and try their best to maintain and stabilize the various orders of the city until the witches have new arrangements!
"Governor! Is it really embarrassing now? Do we really have to do this? In this city of the British Empire, let those witches do whatever they want?"
A tax officer in charge of port business began to express dissatisfaction. He had not long since he got into the position of tax officer, which was a well-off position. You should know that Port Royal is one of the most important and prosperous ports on the Caribbean Sea. Every day, he only charges various ship mooring fees, dock fees and commodity taxes to receive merchandise fees.
And now, this city is going to change the sky? The witches have the final say tomorrow. Will they withdraw him? Or, change certain rules? So, he always feels a little unwilling to accept that he has not made enough money in this position.
"Everyone... Anyway, I believe many of you understand the terror and horror of witches! So, don't tremble anymore, I must know what you know! But... I would like to advise you here that it is best to do as the witches' commands. It's just three months, and you will endure it. The witches will still pay your salary."
"As for whether you go or stay in three months, it will be up to your wishes. Of course, if you have the ability, you can try to leave here by boat now. No one will force you to leave."
Governor Swan sat absent-mindedly on his seat, looking at the chaotic crowds of officials around him, he was no longer in the mood to care about these people's thoughts.
Anyway, from tomorrow onwards, Weather Biswan may no longer be the governor. What do these people have to do with their own affairs? He is unable to protect himself now, so there is still the intention to care about them?
"Governor! Maybe we can try to resist again? Those witches are just a few women, not to mention the girl movies that are big and small. I don't believe it. So many of us can't deal with them?"
An official wearing a wig and ignorant life suddenly appeared and said harsh words with a ferocious face. After hearing this, others began to talk about it. This suggestion was quite in line with their wishes.
Although many of them have also seen the terrifying witchcraft and flames when witches get angry, they are always a little unwilling to let so many of them surrender to the feet of a group of half-large and big yellow-haired girls!
After all, the mainstream European society now still respects men. If people know that they have surrendered to a group of little witches in the future, wouldn’t that make those people laugh?
"God! You actually want to resist?"
"Hmph! You can't even use swords and guns, and you can't even have the cannons. I think you must have never heard of the flame bear that took the cannonballs with bare hands, right? Now, even the army has surrendered, why do you resist? Just your arms that can't even hold your sword? Don't joke!"
The Governor Swan, who was sitting in his position, sneered at those people disdainfully. These people really couldn't see the situation clearly.
In his opinion, these people are just a group of idiots! They want to die and don’t come to bring him, the former governor! She is a family member, and she also has a baby daughter, Elizabeth, who needs to be taken care of, but she is not in the mood to accompany these desperate people to die!
Besides, Weather Biswan was only helping the witch manage Port Royal for three months. After three months, he patted his butt and returned to his hometown. Even if he lost his position as governor, he could still take his daughter back to the London manor and live his comfortable life as a noble master.
"Did we just accept our fate? Just watch these witches keep making trouble in Port Royal?"
An old official saw that the Governor refused to take the lead in resisting, and couldn't help but start to yell with his beard and stare.
"Okay, everyone! I guess everyone has figured it out?"
"So, now I announce: From tomorrow onwards, those who plan to continue to work in the city hall will continue to perform their duties and their salary will remain the same! If anyone doesn't want to do it, please remember to send someone to submit a resignation to me sooner tomorrow. Okay, things have come to this point, it's useless to say more! Please give in to everyone, it's already very late, and I'm going home now."
After seeing that everything had been explained, Governor Swan sighed, stood up from his seat, waved his hand to greet 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, he himself doesn't want to go back to face those terrifying witches, but after all, his daughter Elizabeth is still at home, which makes Governor Swan very worried, so he must go back and take a look first.
"By the way! I'll warn you here: If anyone of you wants to die, please give yourself a try! But... don't pull me up, I don't want to participate in anything about you! That's it. See you tomorrow, I wish you all a good dream tonight."
Governor Swan, who walked to the door, suddenly stopped and turned around and said this.
The night tonight was so quiet. Governor Swan, who was lying in a luxurious carriage, was slowly rushing back to the Governor's Office, looked up at the night sky. Once upon a time, he had controlled the Jamaican island and the nearby waters. Unfortunately, this is no longer the case after tonight.
The sea breeze blowing at night was a little cool, the sky was still gray, and there was no starry sky. The thick dark clouds directly obscured the bright moon in the sky, making him only see the gray outline on the topless carriage, and the moonlight could not be shined down at all.
The city became quieter and quieter. It seemed that the riots spreading in the port area had long been calmed down. Now, in the city streets where Governor Swan passed by, there were no great losses or damages except for some blood stains and some houses set by the thugs.
Looking at the soldiers on duty who were patrolling conscientiously from time to time, Governor Swan sighed softly.
In this way, Brigadier General Norrington is also a tactful guy... Haha, that's right! He was cursed by the witch, and he couldn't help but work hard! Thinking about it this way, he was more sensible in the current affairs. Look, the witches didn't even curse themselves, and they also did their duty to do their work.
This is great. Governor Swan doesn't want to be branded with a terrifying flame mark like Norrington. In that case, even if he dies in the future, he will probably not be able to go to heaven, right? God will never accept a soul that is stained by a witch.
But, for some reason, Governor Swan always felt that the night was a little bit wrong tonight, as if something bad was going to happen? Is there any evil existence coming to Port Royal? Is this his own illusion?
Forget it... don't think about this anymore.
Governor Weatherbiswan shook his head quickly and shook off the messy thoughts in his mind. He now thought it would be better to go home quickly. Now, it has reached this point. What else can be worse than witches occupying their own territory? Is there anything more evil existence than those witches?
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"How dare you!? That's my room, you bandits! I've sympathized with you before!"
Elizabeth, who was about to fall asleep, was yelling in a panic. She was forcibly invited out of her bedroom and stopped in the living room just now, because, just now, her room was forcibly requisitioned by the witches.
In the dim candlelight, Elizabeth saw a sleeping little girl occupying her bed, which seemed to be the little witch I met in the square today? However, the light at night was not very good, and she didn't see it clearly.
Originally, she felt very tired today, so she wanted to go to bed earlier, but she didn't expect that just when she was about to enter a dream, she was actually pulled out by the maids and said what was she going to give up the room?
She was stunned for a moment, completely confused, and she didn't know what was going on. She didn't know the fact that the witch had actually occupied the city and her home.
So, she naturally thought that she was the dignified Elizabeth, Miss Swan, Governor Swan’s only daughter! As the daughter of one of the governors, someone dared to requisition her room in her home? Forcibly drove her to the living room? Who was that girl? Is it the royal princess? That was too rude!
"Oh? That's your room? So what?"
A voice sounded in the living room, and finally Elizabeth came to her senses a little. Just now, it seemed that this voice was holding the little girl and occupying her bed?
Elizabeth turned her head and took a few candlesticks slightly bright in the living room. She then realized that there were five strange women here who were using dinner in her living room. They seemed to have just washed it. Under the candlelight, their hair was still covered with water droplets. The most important thing was: the person who was talking was still wearing her clothes? That set was Elizabeth's favorite tight fencing outfit! How dare she?
"That's my clothes! How dare you do this? You thief!"
Elizabeth finally left wildly. She was about to rush over to argue without hesitation, but was stopped by her housekeeper. When the competent old housekeeper whispered in her ear for a while, she opened her eyes wide and stopped incredibly.
It turned out that the Governor's Mansion in her family had been occupied by these witches? No, to be precise, the entire Port Royal was occupied by witches?
Now, Elizabeth and her father, Governor Swan, and nearly a thousand Port Royal soldiers, have become prisoners of the witches. Now she has not been expelled from this Governor's Mansion just because the witches can still use them? Moreover, just now, Governor Swan and Brigadier General Norrington were sent out to clean up the mess?
Elizabeth was a little confused. How could things have developed like this? She just wanted to go to bed early. Looking at the time, it didn't take long? So many things happened?
"Okay, then, you have occupied my room now, where do you want me to sleep?"
The situation was stronger than others, Elizabeth had to take a deep breath, force herself to calm down and start to say a little resentful.
He was forcibly driven out of his room and his favorite set of clothes was stolen. In Elizabeth's opinion, these witches were really a group of robbers and thieves!
"This castle should have many empty rooms, so you can find any of it yourself."
Charlotte glanced at Elizabeth coldly, then stuffed bread and cheese into his mouth, not wanting to spend too much time with the other party.
These witches were not only tortured in prison for a few days, but were already a little physically and mentally exhausted. Charlotte became even more serious. Today, she not only witnessed the most tragic thing in the world happening in front of her, but also tied to a cross and let the scorching sun burn for the whole afternoon. If it weren't for the support of the magic of the contract, she would have fainted.
So, she was almost hungry for a day and was physically and mentally exhausted, and urgently needed food to replenish her little physical strength.
"you!"
Elizabeth was about to get angry, but she saw the door of the mansion suddenly opened, and her own father Weatherby Swan was finally back.
"Ah, Father, you're back!"
Seeing his governor's father, Elizabeth didn't care about anything else and quickly ran to him.
"I have already informed all of the officials of the Town Hall just now. Tomorrow, most of their people should continue to perform their functions. So now, do you have anything else to give?"
Weatherby Swan patted his daughter's hand and signaled her to rest as she was a little restless. Then he quickly stepped forward and walked to the dining table, saluted Charlotte, who was in charge, and asked carefully.
"It's okay, you can go and rest yourself!"
After glanced at Governor Swan, Charlotte didn't want to say anything, so he waved his hand and signaled that they could do it themselves.
Whether it was Charlotte or the other four witch sisters who had just been rescued by her, they were all very tired. She didn't want to pay attention to those political affairs that she didn't understand. Everything can be discussed until tomorrow.
"Thank you, I wish you a happy meal."
Weatherby Swan nodded, then followed the butler to take his daughter upstairs.
He also realized that his daughter Elizabeth had a fuss here just now, but don’t accidentally anger the witches again, so it’s better to leave here early.
I hope they will really let themselves go in three months, right? I hope so!
If possible, Governor Swan will find a house to move out tomorrow. These witches seem to have relied on his Governor’s castle. Then, he doesn’t want to continue living in the same castle as these witches!
He seemed to remember that next to the Brigadier General's residence, he had a three-story house under his name. Although the house was a little smaller, the environment was pretty good. Not only did it have a unique small garden, but the decoration inside was also first-class. There were so many rooms, so there was no problem with staying in the father and daughter and a few servants!
Moreover, more importantly, living next to Brigadier General Norrington can you take care of each other? It is much more secure than living with a group of witches in the castle of the Governor's Mansion!
Chapter completed!