Chapter 60: Ordered Queue
After obtaining that magical leaf, Ron initiated an extensive plan to dig up tree roots. However, aiming to shovel all the tree roots in the Wind Veil Basin was impractical.
Ron never claimed he would shovel them all. He wanted to prevent the Wind Veil Basin from succumbing to root-withering disease.
Ron was the main force in shoveling the roots, finding himself frequently running out. Fortunately, Eveum also contributed despite her poor condition, barely suppressing the Mother Holy Tree’s roots’ frenzied growth.
Completely halting it was impossible, but preventing these roots from taking over the entire Wind Veil Basin overnight was still manageable.
According to Lilian’s observation, Eveum, the witch, had astonishing combat power, making her on par with Lilian. It was also thanks to Eveum’s gentle personality. Otherwise, the Wind Veil Basin would have been in chaos.
“Hurry up! We need to build a treehouse for Eveum!” Loloan directed the other Phylin tribe members.
Eveum stood on the side, caressing her face, and said, “Actually, I can build the treehouse myself.”
In fact, after deciding to move to Windbird Town, Eveum had planted a tree next to the mayor’s residence. Nurtured by magic, the tree had grown as tall as a house, with a sturdy trunk.
Next, Eveum just needed a little time, and she could build a house on it that suited her. She had never expected the Phylin tribe to be so enthusiastic about helping her, which overwhelmed her.
“No way!” Loloan immediately refused, “We must help you build this treehouse.”
The Phylin tribe had heard about Eveum! If it weren’t for Eveum, they would have long been afflicted with the dreaded root-withering disease. So, they decided to repay Eveum, the witch, grandly.
Since Eveum was moving into Windbird Town, they naturally wanted to build her a house properly.
“Our initial plan is to build a house even bigger than Mr. Ron’s!” Loloan exclaimed.
It was unclear why, but the Phylin tribe was determined to build a house even bigger than Ron’s.
“But this tree can’t support a very large house,” Eveum said. “Slightly smaller than where you live would be fine.”
“It would be even better if I could have a place to grow small potted plants,” Eveum added.
“Hmm…” Loloan crossed his arms, deep in thought.
Since Eveum had now stated her preferences, the Phylin tribe would naturally find a way to meet them.
“Halt! Halt! We need to redesign it!” He blew a whistle, deciding to temporarily stop the work.
“No… no need!” Eveum felt flustered, thinking redesigning would be too troublesome for the Phylin tribe.
“Miss Eveum, if the treehouse can’t be built within a week, feel free to rest and choose any available house,” Loloan said, coordinating the Phylin tribe to stop their work.
He didn’t hear Eveum saying no at all.
Eveum sighed helplessly. It seemed she couldn’t stop the Phylin tribe.
“Oh, by the way, Loloan, do you know where Lord Ron went?” Eveum shifted the topic and asked, “Did he go look for the roots of the Mother Holy Tree again?”
“No, no, no, Mr. Ron hasn’t been looking for the roots of the Mother Holy Tree lately. He’s been inspecting refugees who want to live in Windbird Town,” Loloan replied.
Upon hearing this, Eveum’s expression changed, and she subconsciously recalled the unpleasant experiences from some time ago.
It was the first time she had endured such hostility as a witch, and she couldn’t recover for a while. That anger lingered in her heart even now.
“Do you want to go find Mr. Ron?” Loloan asked.
“I… sure, can you take me there?” Eveum hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
“Queue up, queue up.”
Ron sat at the town’s entrance, a large sword placed beside him to intimidate.
Elegant Lilian stood beside him, using a fan to gently fan Ron. Moluna stood expressionless on the side, not uttering a word, merely surveying the refugees before her. The refugees had heard about a witch in Windbird Town and speculated that she might be the one.
The news of the reconstruction of Windbird Town had spread, and many refugees were preparing to move in. Even though the number of bandits had decreased, refugees could still rebuild their own villages.
Since there was already a ready-made town, there was no need to exert effort to build a new village. However, they hadn’t expected Windbird Town to have the lord of the Wind Veil Basin, and they certainly didn’t anticipate having to queue up at the entrance. But they figured it would be easy for them to move into Windbird Town.
“As long as… we qualify, can we come in?” Asked the refugee at the front.
“Yes, and the conditions are not strict,” Ron replied.
“What are the conditions to enter the town?” The refugee asked subconsciously.
“Don’t be nervous,” Ron reassured, pressing his palm.
If he revealed everything now, there would be no sense of mystery, right?
Then he called out, “Susuan! I need you here!”
“Here, Mr. Ron,” Susuan came over from the side, holding a stack of documents.
“Firstly, these are the Phylin tribe,” Ron pointed to Susuan.
After Ron specifically mentioned this, the expressions of the refugees underwent subtle changes.
“And she is a witch,” Ron pointed to Moluna before the other person could say anything.
When they heard about the Phylin tribe, these refugees remained relatively calm. However, when the witch was mentioned, he visibly wavered.
Indeed, Moluna was the feared witch of Windbird Town.
“Lilian, what do you think of this person?”
“Not impressive.”
“Alright, next. You may go.”
