After Roland fell asleep, Nightingale emerged from the fog, gently helped him straighten the quilt, covered his exposed arms, and stood by the bed and watched silently for a while before he quietly put on the quilt. Go over the floor and go back to your room.
"You haven't slept yet?" Nightingale was a little surprised to see Wendy still sitting on the bedside reading a book.
"I'm afraid you've done something wrong!" Wendy glared at her, "His Royal Highness is not a child, is it necessary to take care of her until she falls asleep?"
"His Royal Highness has already sent people to other towns to spread the news that there is a witch organization here. What if the witch who hears the news intentionally harms His Highness? I am just in case." Nightingale picked up the wet towel and wiped it at will. Face, then unbuttoned the red belt, the wrist leather armor, the buckle belt, and finally took off the white clothes. This suit is the new work of His Royal Highness, the pure white hooded jacket looks very striking, but he thinks it is Perfect for assassins.
Nightingale carefully hung up the clothes, smoothing out every fold. Her bumpy figure was wrapped in a veil, and there was no trace of fat on her firm stomach and thighs.
"Could there be any accident," Wendy put down the book in her hand, "there are sisters living in the castle, and guards patrolling outside. Besides, didn't you put the stone under his pillow earlier? You never touched it before. that kind of thing."
"Okay, I'm also trying to keep him safe," she sat on the edge of the bed, took off her boots, and raised her slender legs together, turning her body over to Wendy's side.
"Did you listen to what I said last time," Wendy sighed, "Veronica, we are witches."
"I know, Wendy," Nightingale nodded, "We are witches."
And His Royal Highness will marry a witch. He said it himself, and... not lying.
Of course, Nightingale would not publicize this piece of information unless it was a last resort. She said sorry to Wendy in her heart, and she changed the subject: "Do you still have any impression of the church?"
"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Wendy was startled.
"When His Royal Highness Roland was in the fortress castle, the high priest of the church came to visit him and expressed his willingness to support him in taking the throne."
"How did he answer?" Her voice became tense. "Or did he let you out before the conversation?"
Nightingale shook her head with a smile, and said softly, "He just instructed me to be careful to avoid the range of the other party's Demon Stone. And His Highness himself didn't wear it temporarily. Wendy, His Highness did not agree to the church's invitation, he refused the other party. "
The latter breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked a little melancholy, "Unfortunately, our help to His Highness is really limited, unlike the church, which covers the entire continent. If His Royal Highness Roland agrees to them, I am afraid that he will be on the throne soon..."
"Who knows, His Highness said that the High Priest is full of nonsense, and he can't believe it at all," Nightingale paused, "There is only one thing that I am very concerned about." She repeated the matter of the red and black pills, "In the fog, Maruko and I The Stone of God's Retaliation has the same color, which is unbelievable. Sisters have all seen the fate of swallowing the Stone of God's Retaliation, which is no different from suicide. The high priest said that it was a drug developed by the Holy City God's prayer room. You used to be in the monastery. Have you ever heard of this institution?"
When the Mutual Aid Society left Silver Light City, Hakara led Nightingale, the Wind Chaser, and the Stone Maiden to set up traps to capture those villains who followed for the bounty, and took revenge on them. The stone of punishment was stuffed into their mouths, forcing them to swallow them. The villain who swallowed the Stone of Retaliation would die quickly, and his whole body would curl up as if dehydrated, like dried fish that had been exposed to the sun.
"I don't know." Wendy closed her eyes and said slowly, "Since I can remember, I have lived in a monastery in the old holy city. There are high walls on all sides, and there is no other view except the sky. The range of activities all day long. They are all in the courtyard, and they are taught by the senior nun to read and write. I still remember her name, Farien. One of the books she read to us was dedicated to the old holy city. Churches, monasteries, libraries, memorials and hero walls, but never heard of the prayer room. I lived in the monastery for over ten years until that accident happened…”
Nightingale had heard Wendy mention before that the monastery was once attacked by witches, and many people died in that accident. And she also escaped the monastery by chance while taking advantage of the chaos. "Although I don't know which witch has the courage to challenge the church alone, she at least saved you."
"No, Veronica, the witch is from the church." Wendy shook her head, "She is a member of the monastery just like me."
"What's the meaning?"
"Girls living in monasteries can basically be divided into three categories: one is like me, who has been here since childhood and is not clear about their origins; the other is homeless or orphans, who are adopted by churches around the world and sent here. The other is sold to the church by the parents. The administrators separate everyone according to their age and place them in different dormitories, and the learning content is different. Those who are over 14 learn the etiquette. So the senior nuns also call us the literacy class, and the older ones are called the choir and the liturgy class. Once the women in the liturgy class become adults, they will be sent out of the convent.”
It was the first time she had heard the other party talk about her experience in the monastery before Wendy had never detailed it.
"In the first few years, the screams of the girls were often heard at night from the choir and the liturgy. I didn't quite understand what was going on. Until I was promoted to the choir, Only then did I realize that some church adults would visit the dormitory at night, drag a few from the bed, and bring them back during the day. Sometimes… not all of them will be sent back.”
Nightingale bit her lip, of course she knew what Wendy meant.
"This kind of thing happens once or twice a month, more often, almost once every two days. Later, when I was selected, Farion dragged me out of the room and whispered in my ear that it would be good to bear with it. I was dragged by her to a half-covered room in the corner of the garden. The room was brightly lit. There was a woman from the liturgy on the wall. There were four or five people..." Her voice trembled slightly, " As they approached me, the woman suddenly broke free from the shackles, strangled the neck of the person closest to her, and killed him like a chicken's neck."
"She...was awake?"
"I don't know," Wendy shook her head. "Those people took off their clothes, but they were still wearing the God's Stone of Retaliation. She killed them one by one, and one of them had her limbs broken. , before he died, he seemed to be saying... superhuman. The screams of the adults alarmed the guards and Farien who were guarding outside the house. After they opened the iron door and rushed in, they were stunned by the scene in front of them, and the woman rushed towards them. past."
"The transcendent... means the witch?" Nightingale asked, "The guard is not her opponent either?"
"The gap is too big. I found out later that those guards were the Judgment Army. One of them blew the whistle, and the other approached with a sword. When the first whistle ended, the Judgment Army in front of her was already caught by her with her hands. It pierced through the chest. The standard armor of the church is like a piece of paper in front of her." (. If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote, your support is my greatest motivation. Please come.)