As Wendy said, the next morning, after the witches were called by the maids to the first floor for breakfast, the prince handed each of them a piece of exquisite parchment. Considering that some witches can't read the text, the book retells the content for everyone. Then there is the signature and the handprint.
Roland knew that it was difficult for them to truly understand the meaning of each line of the contract, but it didn't matter, they would understand it over time. He also knew that even if it was a deed of prostitution, they would sign their names at this moment. Roland didn't feel that offering a relatively lenient treaty was a detriment to himself. Since he chose to embark on this path, he had to look further. What he is doing now is to form a good cycle in the future, a win-win structure that can be implemented for a long time.
After receiving the contract, Roland arranged everyone's training tasks one by one according to the plan made last night, and then called Ye Ye, Scroll and Soraya back to the office with him.
Closing the door, Nightingale showed her figure and winked at the sisters.
"I've been thinking about what Wendy told me yesterday," Roland opened the curtains to let the bright sunlight in. "She said that you encountered terrible monsters, and in the end only seven people survived. Even the mentor of the mutual aid society ha Karadu died in the wild. I wonder, what the hell did you encounter, hybrid beasts?"
Ye Zi first said: "It's not an evil beast, they are devils from the gate of hell. They have a tall body, can drive evil beasts, and have magic power at the same time, just like..." She hesitated, "Just like us."
"Devil?" Roland frowned and looked at Soraya, "Were you there?"
The latter nodded.
"You can draw the scene at that time, right?" Roland handed over a piece of paper.
Soraya closed her eyes, looking a little painful, but she still took the paper and walked to the table.
With the display of the ability, the quill pen, which has been visible all the time, appeared in her hand, and the tip of the pen shone with colorful rays of light, and then flew out of her hand and quickly swiped on the paper. A vivid picture gradually emerged on the paper, and Soraya never opened her eyes.
Roland approached the table and saw that the pattern on the paper was very real—no, he told himself, it was not a painting, but a real-time shot of the scene at that time. Her ability is like a video camera, reproducing the slaughter that took place in the wilderness from a first-person perspective.
When the painting was finished, Soraya's forehead was covered with sweat, obviously this memory was like a nightmare for her.
Nightingale also put her head close at this time, "Is this the devil?"
"That's them," Ye Zi pointed to the one closest to the angle of view. "This devil wearing metal gloves can summon lightning attacks, and at the same time is extremely powerful. Most of the more than ten sisters died in his hands. The devil in the distance. They can throw a spear several times faster than a crossbow. However, their special attacks cannot be used continuously, so I just took this opportunity to kill them.”
"Are you alone?" Roland asked.
"The leather tube under the demon beast's helmet is the devil's weakness," Ye Zi pointed at the neck of the Iron Hand Devil, "Hakara's magic snake bit off his tube and died with him in the end. I used the same method. , killed the other with a hand crossbow. There seems to be some red gas stored in the tube, and they won't die until the gas leaks."
Well, this thing looks like an oxygen tank. How can there be such a creature in the wasteland? Roland was puzzled. But if you want to say that they are aliens, obviously they can't reach that level. Look at the leather tube full of patches and the clothes made of animal skins. The level of civilization can only be said to be on par with his own.
Whether it is using technology or magic, being able to travel to other planets on their own initiative speaks for itself—people on Earth are faltering even when they land on the moon.
Of course, some strange civilizations with crooked talents cannot be ruled out. All in all, Roland thought, "devils" are not invincible enemies, they can also be killed.
"Besides the devil, we have seen a city floating in the air," Ye Zi added, "no matter how far we go to it, it is still in front of us, as Lightning mentioned in her adventures, it seems It's a mirage."
"Can you draw it?" Roland asked Soraya.
She nodded, summoned the magic pen again, and drew the floating city that Ye Ye said on the paper.
Roland looked at the picture carefully, and there was not much information in the blurred scene. If the city is really a mirage, then at least it means that its real body is somewhere in the wild. And the blood mist that fills the sky over the city is the gas the devil breathes. This explanation is much more reliable than what the aliens say. After all, the vast continent west of the Extremis Mountains is a mysterious area that no one has set foot in, and it is not surprising that there are other races.
Now there is only one last question left, "I heard both Nightingale and Wendy mention that Hakara decided to look for the Holy Mountain because of an ancient book," Roland asked, "Scroll, have you read that book?"
Scroll hesitated for a moment, "Hakara doesn't allow anyone to read that book, but... I peeked a little. The text in it is messy, and... incredible."
"Can you copy it? Let me see."
"Those are not true, Your Highness, the non-existence of the Holy Mountain has proved it," she sighed and raised her right hand, "I hope you will not be fooled by the content of the book."
A book inlaid with gold borders appeared in the air, the cover was spread out to both sides, the pages were turned quickly, and then it closed with a bang and landed in her hands. "Your Highness, I hope you are the only one watching. I don't want to see other sisters become like Hakkara."
Roland took the book, "I see."
After the witches left the office, Nightingale quietly appeared beside the sofa. As usual, she lifted her robe, put her feet on the low table, and chewed on dried fish.
"Don't you want to come and see?" Roland asked with a smile.
Nightingale scoffed, "I'm not interested in things that lunatics like to watch."
He shook his head, sat back at the table, and turned the pages carefully, as if the book were truly magical.
As the book said, most of the content is jerky and incomprehensible, and it seems that the prose and grammar are not the current way. The article mentions the bloody red moon and the huge stone gate, but only the word holy mountain is not seen. In fact, except for a few words that I can understand occasionally, the other content is completely incomprehensible - to sum up: I know every word, and I can't understand it at all. I don't know if it's because the scroll was panicked and the content was missing, or if the book itself was recorded in this way.
Roland skipped those lengthy paragraphs and turned back directly. A rather heavy book, only the first few pages have content, and the rest are all blank. From the last page, the handwriting suddenly changed. The neat writing before became scribbled, like an essay written down in a hurry, but the content became clear and clear.
The first line of the script reads, "We have failed. The devil cannot be conquered by mortals."