Chapter 163 Stabilizing the Situation

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Night had already fallen, and at this time, officials at all levels of Port Royal, who should have been home from get off work long ago, were 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. Afterwards, His Excellency the Governor explained all the situation to them, And said that now the city of Port Royal has fallen into the hands of 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 various orders in the city. Until the witches have a new arrangement!

"Your Excellency! Are things really so dire now? Do we really have to do this? In this city of the British Empire, just let those witches mess around here?"

A tax officer in charge of port business began to express dissatisfaction. He has not been in the lucrative position of tax officer for a long time. You must know that Port Royal is currently one of the most important and prosperous ports in the Caribbean Sea. Every day, he All kinds of berthing fees, wharf fees and commodity taxes are all charged.

And now, this city is about to change its sky? Starting tomorrow, the witch has the final say? Will they withdraw him? Or, change some rules? Therefore, he always felt a little reconciled. He hadn't made enough money in this position yet.

"Everyone...Anyway, I believe that many of you understand the horror and horror of witches! So, don't tremble, I think you all know it! But...I would like to advise you, it is best Doing according to the witch's orders is only a short period of three months, and it will be over after a while, and the witches will still pay everyone's salary."

"As for three months later, whether you go or stay is up to you. Of course, if you are capable, you can try to leave here by boat now. No one will force you to stay."

Governor Swann sat on his seat absent-mindedly, looking at the messy officials around him, he was not in the mood to care about the thoughts of these people anymore.

Anyway, from tomorrow on, he, Wetherby Swan, may no longer be the governor. It's none of his business what these people think? Now that he can't protect himself, how can he care about them?

"Your Excellency, 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, so many of us can't deal with them?"

A desperate official with a wig appeared suddenly,

He said cruel words with a ferocious face, and after hearing that, other people also started to talk about it. This suggestion was quite in line with their wishes.

Although many of them have also seen the horror of witchcraft and flames when witches go crazy, they are always a little bit unwilling to let so many of them succumb to the feet of a group of half-sized yellow-haired girls like this !

After all, the current mainstream European society still respects men. If people know that they have 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 swords and guns, even cannons can't do anything. I think you must have never heard of the giant flaming bear that catches the shells with its bare hands? Now, even the army has surrendered, so why do you resist? Just rely on your arms that can't even hold a sword? Don't be kidding!"

Governor Swan, who was sitting in his seat, smiled disdainfully at those people, but these people really couldn't see the situation clearly.

In his opinion, these people are a bunch of idiots! They want to die by themselves, don't drag him, the former governor! She has a family and a baby girl, Elizabeth, who needs to be taken care of, but she is not in the mood to accompany these desperadoes to die!

Besides, at most, he, Weatherby Swann, was just helping the witch take care of Port Royal for three months. After three months, he would pat his ass and return to the mainland. Even if he lost the position of governor, he could still bring his daughter back To the manor in London, live the life of his comfortable aristocratic lord.

"Are we resigned to our fate? Just watch these witches messing around in Port Royal?"

Seeing that His Excellency the Governor refused to take the lead in rebelling, an old official couldn't help shouting, blowing his beard and staring.

"Okay, everyone! Everyone must have figured things out, right?"

"Well, now I announce: starting tomorrow, those who plan to continue working 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, tomorrow, please remember to send someone to submit a report to me earlier. A letter of resignation. Well, the matter has come to an end, and it is useless to talk! Everyone, please make room, it is getting late, and I am 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 to the door.

He really wants to go home now, although it seems that his Governor's Mansion has been occupied by witches, and he himself does not want to go back to face those horrible witches, but, after all, there is still his daughter Elizabeth at home. Governor Swan was very worried, so he had to go back and take a look.

"By the way! I'm here to warn everyone: If any of you want to die, you can, please do it yourself! But...don't pull me, I don't want to get involved in any of your affairs! That's it, see you tomorrow, I wish you all a sweet dream tonight."

Governor Swan, who walked to the door, stopped suddenly, and then turned around and said this.

The night tonight is really quiet. Governor Swan, who is half lying on the luxury carriage and is slowly rushing back to the Governor's Mansion, looks up at the night sky. Once, this Jamaica island and the nearby waters were under his single-handed control. Unfortunately, after tonight, that will no longer be the case.

The sea breeze that blows at night is a bit cool, the sky is still gray, and no stars can be seen, and those thick dark clouds directly cover the bright moon in the sky, so that he can only see the moon in the roofless carriage. The moonlight couldn't shine on that gray outline at all.

The city has become more and more quiet. It seems that the riots spreading in the port area have long been quelled. Now, in the city streets that Governor Swan passed by, except for some blood stains and some houses set on fire by the mob , and did not suffer much loss and damage.

Looking at the groups of soldiers on duty who were patrolling dutifully and passing by from time to time, Governor Swan sighed softly.

From this point of view, Brigadier General Norrington is also a sensible guy... Hehe, that's right! He was cursed by the witch, and he couldn't tolerate working hard! Thinking about it this way, I'm still more knowledgeable about current affairs. You see, the witches didn't even cast a spell on themselves, and they went to do things for them dutifully.

This is pretty good. Governor Swan doesn't want to be branded with a terrifying flame symbol 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 tainted by a witch.

However, for some reason, Governor Swan always felt that there was something wrong with the night tonight, as if something very bad was about to happen? What evil is about to descend on Port Royal? Is this my own illusion?

Forget it...don't think about it.

Governor Weatherby Swan quickly shook his head and got rid of the messy thoughts in his mind. He now feels that it is better to go home quickly. Right now, it has come to this point, what could be worse than witches occupying their territory? Is there anything more evil than those witches?

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"How dare you!? That's my room, you gangsters! It's my fault that I sympathized with you before!"

Elizabeth, who was about to fall asleep, was angrily cursing loudly. In a state of ignorance just now, she was forcibly invited out of her bedroom and stopped in the living room. Because, just now, her room was forcibly requisitioned by the witches.

In the dim candlelight, Elizabeth saw a sleeping little girl occupying her bed, seemed to be 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 who would have thought that just as she was about to fall into a sweet dream, she would be dragged out by those maids, and they would say that she was going to sleep. Give up the room?

She was stunned all of a sudden, she couldn't figure out what was going on, and she didn't know the fact that the witch had actually occupied the city and her home.

Therefore, she took it for granted that she was the dignified Miss Elizabeth Swan, the only daughter of Governor Swan! As the daughter of a governor, someone dared to requisition her room in her home? Forcibly drive her into the living room? Who the hell is that girl? Is it the royal princess? That's too rude!

"Oh? That's your room? So what?"

A voice sounded in the living room, and finally brought Elizabeth back to her senses. Just now, it seems that this voice hugged the little girl and occupied her bed?

Turning her head around, Elizabeth looked at the slightly brighter candlesticks in the living room. Only now did she realize that there were five strange women having dinner in her living room. They seemed to have just washed up? Under the candlelight, their hair still had some drops of water. The most important thing is: this person who is talking is still wearing her clothes? That set was Elizabeth's favorite skintight fencing suit! How dare she?

"That's my dress! How dare you do that? 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, incredulously stopped.

It turned out that the governor's mansion in her family had already been taken over by these witches? No, to be precise, should the entire Port Royal be occupied by witches?

Now, Elizabeth, her father, Governor Swan, and nearly a thousand Port Royal soldiers have all become captives of witches? The reason why she has not been expelled from the governor's mansion now is only because the witches can still use them? Moreover, just now, Governor Swan and Brigadier General Norrington, these witches were sent out to clean up the mess?

Elizabeth was a little confused, how did things develop like this? She just wanted to go to sleep early, but it hasn't been long, right? So many things happened?

"Okay, then, now that you have occupied my room, where do I go to sleep?"

Under the situation, Elizabeth had no choice but to take a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and began to speak a little angrily.

She was forcibly kicked out of her room and robbed of her favorite set of clothes. In Elizabeth's view, these witches were really a group of robbers and thieves!

"There should be a lot of vacant rooms in this castle, you can find one by yourself."

Charlotte glanced at Elizabeth coldly, and stuffed another mouthful of bread and cheese into her mouth, not wanting to spend too much time with her.

These witches, not only have been tortured in prison for a few days, they are already a bit physically and mentally exhausted. Charlotte is even more serious. Not only did she witness the most tragic thing in the world happen in front of her today, but she was also tied to a cross After being scorched by the scorching sun for an entire afternoon, if it wasn't for the support of the magic power of the contract, she would have fainted long ago.

Therefore, she has been hungry for almost a day, and she is physically and mentally exhausted, and urgently needs food to supplement her little physical strength.

"you!"

Just as Elizabeth was about to lose her temper, she saw the door of the mansion open suddenly, and her own father, Wetherby Swan, had finally returned.

"Ah, father, you are back!"

Seeing her governor's father, Elizabeth quickly ran to his side without caring about anything else.

"Officials of the city hall, I have already notified all of them just now. Tomorrow, most of them should continue to perform their functions. So now, do you have anything else to order?"

Wetherby Swan patted his daughter's hand, and after signaling her to be calm, he hurriedly took two steps forward, walked to the side of the dining table, gave a slight salute to Charlotte, who was the leader, and asked cautiously.

"It's okay, go and rest by yourself!"

After Charlotte glanced at Governor Swann, she didn't want to say anything, so she waved her hand, indicating that they could take care of themselves.

Whether it is Charlotte or the other four witches and sisters who have just been rescued by her, they are already very tired, and she doesn't want to bother with those political affairs that she doesn't understand. All things can wait until tomorrow.

"Thank you, and have a nice meal."

Wetherby Swan nodded, and followed the butler to take his daughter upstairs.

Only then did he know that his daughter Elizabeth had made a fuss here just now, but he must not be careful to anger these witches again, so it's better to leave here as soon as possible.

I hope they will really let people like themselves go after three months, right? I hope so!

If possible, Governor Swan will find a house to move out tomorrow, and these witches seem to have already relied on his Governor's Castle. Well, he didn't want to continue living in the same castle with these witches!

He seems to remember that next to the brigadier general's residence, he also has a small three-story house under his name? Although the house is a bit small, the environment is not bad. Not only does it have a unique small garden, but the decoration inside is also top-notch, and there are so many rooms. No problem!

And, more importantly, living next door to Brigadier General Norrington, can they still take care of each other more or less? It's much safer than living with a group of witches in the castle of the Governor's Mansion!