Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

This night was long and tormenting for many people. Some were still anxiously waiting for their own assessments, some were frustrated and crying because of failure, and some were watching repeatedly, trying to master the essentials before the official test.

But for Halina, the night was not that difficult.

She was one of the first weavers to pass the test. She had proven herself. What awaited her was a brand new future, stable food, comfortable housing? Even better pay than other weavers? It would be even better if she could see her son after dawn. By the way, she could find her husband who had been missing for fifteen years. She hoped that her husband had not yet gone to see the Lord of the Abyss.

She sat in a corner, chewing the bread quietly, her eyes wandering slightly. But she was not completely surrounded by happiness, she could feel the gazes of the weavers around her, which were full of complicated emotions.

There was jealousy and envy, but more of it was expectation and desire. They expected Halina to say something, to teach them something, to help them cross this threshold.

At first, Halina resisted.

One reason was the social ethos of Druki. In Naggaroth, the law of the jungle prevailed, and knowledge and skills were often tools to climb up, rather than something to share at will. She was unsure if she would benefit from helping others, or become the target of public criticism.

Another reason is that she doesn't want to create trouble out of nothing. Her current situation is very delicate. She has just passed the assessment and has not yet established a firm foothold. If she is seen as a pioneer by others, or even considered to be trying to win people's hearts, the consequences may not be good.

Despite her misgivings, she was still somewhat shaken when the weavers quietly gave her the meat and white bread hidden in the kaitan.

She was eager to eat, and her son wanted to eat too.

However, she also knew that she had passed the test and that she would have white bread and meat for every meal from now on.

Just as she hesitated, a figure quietly appeared in front of her.

It's the Registrar.

"Follow me." The registrar didn't say much, but just stretched out his hand to signal Halina to follow. Halina hesitated for a moment, but still followed. The two walked to a shadowy place, avoiding the eyes of others.

"Do you want to go further?"

Halina was stunned, looking at the registrar in confusion. The registrar shook his head helplessly, then lowered his head and approached her, put his mouth close to her ear, and said slowly in a voice that only she could hear, "The content of your previous registration is not solid, and your organizational experience is too weak. Just relying on your experience of sewing inner pockets for soldiers, you can't really stand out."

Halina's breathing hitched slightly.

"But if you can teach them... I can do it and make your resume more impressive. In this way, your leadership ability will be recognized. You will not just be an ordinary weaver, but a manager with organizational experience." The registrar paused and added meaningfully, "If successful, you will become a team leader."

Halina opened her eyes wide and her breathing stagnated. The term "team leader" was unfamiliar to her and she could not understand it, but based on her previous knowledge and the key words in the registrar's words, she could vaguely guess that the team leader should be a management position.

In the military camp, she was just a soldier who was forcibly conscripted, and in front of the sewing machine, she was just an ordinary weaver. But if she became a team leader, her identity would be completely different. She would have fixed responsibilities, more stable treatment, and even a better living environment and a more generous income?

Perhaps her son Fergal will benefit from this as well?

Halina's fingers tightened slightly, and her heartbeat quickened. She didn't know how many times her heartbeat quickened that day. She had gotten used to it and was numb to it. She had experienced too much that day.

"Don't hesitate. This will benefit both you and them." Seeing Halina's silence, the registrar raised his lips slightly and continued. His tone was gentle, but the meaning was obvious.

Halina suddenly realized that this was not just an opportunity for her, but also an opportunity for all the weavers who were still waiting for the assessment. If she could guide them and let them master the skills in advance, their passing rate would increase and their future would be more secure.

All she could think of was herself and her son.

She looked down at her cold bread, then took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at the registrar with a firm gaze.

"What should I do?"

"Go back and teach them your skills. From this moment on, you are no longer an ordinary weaver, but their guide." The registrar smiled with satisfaction, patted Halina on the shoulder and whispered.

His idea was obvious, to let Halina teach the weavers who were still waiting and give full play to their leadership in the process. In this way, he could lead other women who could sew to sew lining bags for the soldiers, do some finishing touches, expand Halina's leadership ability, and make Halina's becoming a team leader a sure thing.

This is good for Halina. After all, she is a manager and a person in charge, which is equivalent to holding an official position.

It's better for him, the selection rate of the weavers he registered will increase, and Halina will become a manager. This is all performance and commission. If he is lucky, he can take this opportunity to go further.

When Halina returned to the weavers, her eyes were no longer hesitant and uneasy, but full of firm determination. She looked around, and all eyes were on her, with expectation, trepidation, and a hint of uneasiness.

She took a deep breath and then spoke.

"I'll teach you."

In an instant, the weavers' eyes became hot. They gathered around and asked in a low voice, eager to know how to operate those terrible machines, how to pass the test, and how to seize this hard-earned opportunity.

Not everyone can be like Halina. Some of them are still afraid of the roar of the machine, some dare not even step on the pedal, and some have stiff fingers and cannot even control the direction of the fabric...

Halina's voice gradually changed from excited and nervous to steady, and her tone of guidance became more and more natural, teaching the confused weavers step by step. She patiently demonstrated how to use the sewing machine, telling the weavers how to control the strength of the pedal, how to keep the hand movements consistent with the rhythm of the machine, and how to complete the most accurate sewing in the shortest time.

She had immersed herself completely in it, and she didn't even realize that she was already playing the role of a team leader.

The registrar standing in the distance narrowed his eyes slightly, with a meaningful smile on his lips. This was exactly what he wanted. Halina's leadership ability had been truly verified at this moment. Of course, this was not enough, it was just the beginning.

But this does not prevent it from being a win-win outcome, good for both him and Halina.

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It was already the afternoon of the next day when Halina stepped into the military camp again.

Her stomach still had the aftertaste of breakfast and lunch. Unlike the rationed food in the past, these two meals were incredibly rich and more luxurious than last night. In the morning, she was given a glass of wine, and at noon, she was given a whole chicken drumstick, which was something she had never dared to think about before.

Not only that, she was also given a white burqa - a symbol of weavers and managers.

She knew that her identity had changed. She was no longer the woman who was stranded in the military camp and might be abandoned at any time, but a weaver with a career and a future, or even a team leader who was on the path to promotion.

But all of this was nothing compared to the fact that her son, Fergal, also completed the trial and successfully entered the Young Court!

She recognized her child at a glance.

When she saw Fergal in the crowd, her pace quickened almost uncontrollably. When she rushed to her son, she suddenly stretched out her arms and hugged Fergal tightly.

She did not ask about the results of her son's trial because there was no need.

The clothes say it all.

Fergal changed into a set of black clothes. The clothes were of excellent quality, smooth and even had a faint luster. As a weaver, she could tell with just a touch of her fingertips that these were definitely not clothes that ordinary soldiers could wear. However, the clothes still looked a little too big for her son, as if they were temporarily issued and not tailored.

In addition, he was wearing a strange hat.

The style of the hat was something Halina had never seen before. It was neatly cut and had a delicate seam on the edge, which was completely different from the helmets and hoods commonly seen in the Duruchi army. This made her more certain that Fergal had become a member of the Young Court, which was not a place that ordinary soldiers could enter.

"Mother, where have you been?" When Fergal was hugged by his mother, he was stunned for a moment and a somewhat unnatural look appeared on his face.

"As for me, I'm going to take the trial too." Halina smiled slightly, let go of her hand, took a step back, and patted the white robe on her body.

Her voice was filled with undisguised pride, even a hint of pride. She and her son had passed the test together, and their fates had changed together.

Just as Fergal was about to ask something else, his mother raised her finger and gently placed it on his lips, signaling him not to speak.

Halina's expression became serious, with a vigilant look in her eyes. Although she was immersed in joy, she was also very sober, and she could already feel the various gazes from all around.

Jealousy, envy, resentment...

She knew too well what this look meant. In this military camp, there were too many soldiers like her who once had their own careers and families, but war and conscription made them lose everything. Now, she and her son have escaped this fate and gained new opportunities.

This would cause dissatisfaction, that was inevitable, and she understood it only too well.

If she hadn't come to find her son, she wouldn't have even set foot here again. For her, there was nothing here worth staying in. She had no property, nothing to take with her, and even her bed was just a makeshift wooden bed.

Fergal quickly understood what his mother meant. He nodded and stopped asking questions.

Halina took her son's hand and walked out of the military camp without looking back.

It wasn't until she stepped out of the military camp gate that she breathed a sigh of relief.

The military camp is where soldiers gather. Although there are patrol soldiers to maintain order, it also means that people here are most likely to become resentful due to jealousy, and may even do irrational things in some dark corner. She and her son already have a new future, and she wants to nip the unknown hidden dangers in the bud.

But the wide passages connecting the various military camps were not completely safe. She could feel the soldiers looking at her and Fergal with eyes full of indescribable emotions. She knew why her white burqa and her son's clothes represented a new identity.

After walking for a while, Fergal pulled his hand out. He thought it was not good. He was a soldier now, a real soldier. He had grown up and did not need his mother's protection. He should protect his mother instead. Another reason was that he was still in the growth stage and was a little sensitive. He could not accept the way the soldiers looked at him.

"Mom, where are we going?"

"Go to the docks, I was given a place to stay."

Halina said lightly, there was no joy in her voice, but instead a hint of sigh.

She is no longer an ordinary weaver, she has become a team leader, but in the words of the warlock, she is still in the internship stage and has not really established herself. Everything she has obtained is temporary.

She must prove herself with her ability in order to truly stay in this position!

She still has a lot to learn, including cultural knowledge, writing and reading.

In Nagaros, ordinary civilians have no chance to receive education, and they can't even write their own names. As a civilian, she is no exception, but now she has this opportunity, no matter how difficult it is, she will learn it!

If she could not read, could not understand the management manual, and could not record the production situation of the weavers, then her position as team leader would be stripped at any time, and she would be kicked out at any time and return to the bottom.

She didn't want to lose this hard-earned opportunity!

She must learn, must work hard, and must desperately seize this opportunity to change her destiny!

Not only that, she also needs management training.

In the morning, she heard some rumors that a team leader usually had to manage 20 weavers, which was unimaginable to her in the past. She had never really led others. She was just an ordinary weaver. She was used to sewing clothes silently by herself instead of telling others what to do.

Now and in the future, she must learn how to communicate with the weavers, how to assign tasks, how to deal with emergencies in production, and how to maintain order.

She clenched her hands quietly. Although this road was difficult, she had already embarked on it and she would never retreat! She did it not only for herself, but also for Fergal. She looked at her son beside her. The boy was wearing a loose black uniform and had a firm gaze. Although he had not yet fully adapted to all this, he had already revealed a trace of a warrior, a real warrior, not like before!

The fate of mother and son has changed, and she will never let herself go back to the past!

Halina closed the door gently, blocking out the noise from the outside world, and the light in the room suddenly became dim.

This is a room that belongs to her. Although it is only a temporary residence provided for managers who are about to be promoted, it is warm and safe enough for her.

Looking around, the room was very simple. After all, it was temporary, but it was much more comfortable than her previous home in Karonde Kar. There was plenty of space here, not as crowded as in the military camp. The straw bed was thick and soft, a world of difference compared to those cold wooden beds. Most importantly, the quilt, in Naggaroth, this kind of fabric is a luxury. She didn't dare to hope for it before, but now it really belongs to her and her son.

Her eyes fell on the center of the room. Although the sturdy wooden table and two chairs were simple in style, they looked perfect to her. Everything about them made her so satisfied.

The only regret is that this room does not have a separate bathroom.

She turned to look at her son, only to see that Fergal had thrown himself on the bed, his eyes full of novelty, even with a bit of unbelievable joy, his hands carefully stroking the quilt, as if he was touching a precious work of art, not a daily necessity.

She couldn't help but smile, picked up the lighter, and lit the candle on the table. The flames flickered gently, making the room warmer and quieter. She pulled a chair over and sat down, looking at her son's satisfied and surprised look, and a soft emotion arose in her heart.

"Come and have something to eat."

Her voice was gentle and cheerful. She reached into Kaitan and took out the large chicken drumstick she had received at noon and placed it casually on the table.

Fergal was still immersed in the softness of the quilt, but when he heard this, he suddenly raised his head and his eyes were immediately attracted to the chicken leg. A flash of shock flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly restrained his emotions and coughed in a calm manner.

After all, he had eaten such food in the past three days, and he couldn't appear too excited.

But the next moment, his eyes widened.

Halina was seen taking out various foods from the Kaitan continuously, including bread cubes, bacon, salted fish, dried fruits... each piece of food was neatly placed on the table, just like a magic trick, one after another, with no intention of stopping at all.

"Mother, you...are you a warlock? How can you hide so many things?!"

Fergal's mouth opened slightly, almost doubting his own eyes. He even slowed down his breathing, staring at his mother's movements, as if there was a bottomless pit hidden in her arms that could take out the entire kitchen.

"Silly boy, if I were a sorcerer, why would I be a weaver? I would have been a high and mighty sorceress long ago." Halina couldn't help laughing when she heard her son's surprised tone. She shook her head slightly, put the last piece of bacon on the table, and happily admired her son's surprised expression.

Fergal came back to his senses, took a deep breath, tried to keep himself calm, and walked to the table. He did not take the chicken drumstick, but picked up a piece of bread and chewed it in small bites.

However, no matter how calm he pretended to be, the unconcealable satisfaction in his eyes still betrayed him. This meal was not just food, but also a sense of belonging and security.

The candlelight flickered slightly, casting flickering shadows, reflecting on the faces of mother and son.

"How have you been these three days?" Halina asked softly, her eyes full of concern. While she was roasting the chicken legs on top of the candle, she was looking at her son, wanting to know what he had been through.

"The Witch King has summoned me!"

Fergal swallowed the bread in his mouth, looked up at his mother, and suddenly revealed an expression of faint pride, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The chicken leg in her hand fell on the table with a thud, but Halina did not pick it up. Her eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

"What did you say?!"

Her voice was a little sharper than she had expected, revealing the shock and nervousness that could not be concealed. Her breathing was slightly rapid, as if the words that Fergal had just said had some kind of magic that made her brain lose the ability to think for a moment.

Her son... met the Witch King?!

That's Malekith!

The ruler of Naggaroth, the most powerful being in the world, bar none!

In the whole of Naggaroth, only a few nobles, dread lords or high-level warlocks can see the Witch King up close. Even on the battlefield, ordinary soldiers can only watch him from a distance, wearing midnight armor, bathing in flames, commanding thousands of troops like a god of war.

And Fergal... was only fourteen years old! He was just a child who had just entered the nursery, how could he possibly meet the Witch King?

She stared at Fergal, trying to find any trace of a joke in her son's expression, wondering if it was just his momentary nonsense or some exaggerated fantasy.

However, there was no trace of joking in Fergal's eyes. On the contrary, there was excitement that was hard to conceal, and even... a hint of awe and fanaticism.

He is not lying!

Halina's heart suddenly contracted. She was not a Duruchi who really understood the Witch King, but even among those living at the bottom of society, the legend of the Witch King could be heard everywhere.

Malekith's will is as indestructible as steel; his anger can make the whole of Naggaroth tremble.

His coldness, his cunning, his ruthlessness, everything about him, are deeply engraved in the blood of every Druch. From birth, they have been instilled with the fear of the Witch King. They must never disobey him, and must never challenge his authority, otherwise, the end will be a fate worse than death!

And now, Halina's son was standing in front of such a being? !

Countless horrible images instantly emerged in her mind. She didn't even dare to imagine that if Fergal said a wrong word or made a wrong move in front of the Witch King, would her son never come back alive?

Fergal looked at his mother's reaction, feeling somewhat proud and complicated. He knew why his mother was shocked, because even he himself had not yet recovered from the experience.

It was an indescribable feeling. (End of this chapter)