Chapter 351 Pitchforks- Part 1

The town that was built was truly beautiful and exceptional to what she had come across until now. She had already seen the blueprint which had been drawn out in detail but to see the place with her very eyes right now, she felt blessed.

"This place is beautiful," she commented as both Damien and her walked through the throng of crowd. The already dark sky had turned dark until there was nothing but clouds covering the sky. Right now it was guesswork if the clouds would move away to let the moon make its appearance.

"It indeed is. We should get a mansion designed by Mr. Wells. He appears to have excellent skills and stands up to his reputation," Damien responded back. His dark red eyes had turned to the color of black, bringing forth the corruption to his own advantage right now so that the people here wouldn"t be too wary of his presence.

"Will the other villages be changed too as time goes by? To turn into towns like these," she asked him, her shoulders crossing to avoid herself from colliding with another person who was walking by.

For some reason she could feel the eyes of the people as they walked by, their eyes focussing more on her than Damien. Feeling her restlessness, he said, "Relax. They are only humans. You don"t have to worry about them."

"How can you be sure? Witches take the form of humans and disguise themselves so that they can walk freely amongst us," she argued with the fact. She looked up at the high building that they walked by.

"The coat you are wearing I perfumed it with something special that the witch hunters use," he currently bit into the matchstick where he had broken one end to play it in his mouth.

She wondered how safe she would be. Though the black witches were allergic to the scent, it wouldn"t mean they wouldn"t expose her once they would find out that she was a white witch. Right now Penelope had come here knowing well what it would mean if she were ever to be exposed in the land of humans where they despised the witches to the very core. She understood where the black witches were coming from, wanting to burn the people who hated them but she didn"t understand why they would even target Bonelake. Was it something they had picked out of whim?

"Didn"t you find on how to identify their other sisters?" Damien asked without using the words like "black witch" or "white witches". As they got closer to the heart of the town, it was better to not be attacked and be suspected by the crowd. People of Wovile usually didn"t speak about it.

"Nothing that I could find so far. It feels like even though a lot has been recorded down as if they were running out of time, I believe a lot of things were left out for the people"s own benefit," Penny spoke in a hushed tone, keeping up with Damien"s steps and the people who walked in every possible direction, "What is the plan here?" she asked him. They had brought their weapons along with them if a fight ever broke out but right now there was no indication that there was a black witch which they could spot.

Black witches were extremely good in disguising themselves but even if they were good, Penny was the bait right now. The coat she wore would attract the needed attention.

"Right now we only scout the area. Do you remember the blueprint of this town?" he asked.

"Yes. Why?"

"Because we"ll be needing it."

Damien knew Penny had a good recollection when it came to reading as he had seen her pick up details very easily when his sister, Maggie, was tutoring her in the initial days. She had the ability which many lacked on top of her other abilities and a person would have found it to be wise to have her in the council but he knew how filthy the council was.

He would rather have Penny work behind the scenes than in the front and take a hit by the other councilman or other people who would come after her.

The lights in the city were put up with the lanterns that were fixated in the poles to form like a lamp post as the night prevailed up in the sky and on the land. It turned the town to look golden in color. The city was built new but the people who lived there were still the same people. The articles of a person in the house or the clothes that they wore was old and some were ragged. The magistrate had got it approved with the word of the councilman but no one had thought about their welfare.

As they continued to walk, Penny"s shoulder hit a woman"s shoulder where they had to pause. Both the women bowed at each other, apologizing as their eyes met. The woman had blonde golden like hair, her eyes soft and her appearance that looked nothing less to an angel.

"I am sorry," the woman apologized.

"It"s okay," Penny responded back. She herself hadn"t been keeping her eyes on where she was going and had been looking around as it was a new city to dash herself with the person.

The woman gave her a nod, and as she did, Penny caught sight of the woman sniffling before she let out a loud sneeze. The woman"s eyes widened and she stared at Penny, where it took her time to realize that this person was a witch. Of course, the woman didn"t know Penny was one as she was warped with the scent that Penny was immune to because of her ability to nullify the effect on her.

The witch raised her hand to hide her mouth as she sneezed again. A series of sneezes and she bolted out of there. They didn"t know if she was a white witch or a black witch as she had disappeared as quickly as she could.

"What do we do?" Penny turned her head to look at Damien.

"Let her be. She"s a white witch. We are here for the black witches."