Seeing the knight leading away, Roland returned to the table, "Why do you still think witches are evil when you can save small animals?"
"The teacher said that witches can do things that ordinary people can't do. Sometimes it doesn't look bad, but that's a trap set by the devil to lure more people..." The girl lowered her voice, "I, I've never seen the devil, I swear."
"Of course you haven't seen it, it's just a lie from the church, and your teacher is also one of the deceived," Roland comforted.
"The church is lying?" Nana opened her mouth wide, "Why?"
Roland shook his head without explanation. Even if he said it, they couldn't understand it. When civilization has not developed to a certain level, this kind of strange thing will always happen. Without even needing to be motivated by interests, people will automatically attribute natural disasters, man-made disasters, or incomprehensible phenomena to the imaginary behind-the-scenes mastermind—in terms of history, most of this cauldron was carried by women.
In this world, witches are more likely to be targeted by the church after they possess real power of unknown origin. When you think about it, there is no way the church would let such a vision go unnoticed. Either make all witches saints, calling them a gift from God, or hunt witches and call them the spokesmen of the devil. However, once the former is chosen, the majesty of monotheism will be greatly affected - because the appearance of witches has nothing to do with the church. If a church that believes in other gods also consecrates witches as saints, and everyone is chosen by the gods, then whose god is the only true god
The premise that polytheism can coexist is that the gods really exist and can restrain each other. Since gods do not exist, they are all made up symbols by mouth cannons, so why let the other party share the world? Therefore, any monotheistic religion will claim that what it believes in is the true God. For pagans, there is only one way to go, and that is the destruction of the body. In the same way, they can only choose the latter, and spare no effort to fight the witch.
It's not about preference, it's just for profit.
There was a live chicken in the castle kitchen, and it was still flapping when the knight came with its wings.
What happened next made Nana stunned. Roland took out a silver knife from his waist and let the knight grasp it firmly and stabbed the chicken. After stabbing, let Nana come up to treat it, and then continue in another way... Repeatedly.
When the chicken that had been tossed for a long time finally died, Roland had a general understanding of Nana's abilities.
She can restore damaged areas, including cuts, fractures, and bruises. If the part is completely missing, such as after cutting off a chicken claw, she cannot make it grow new claws. But connecting the broken claw and then using the ability will make the fracture intact. In the end, she had no way of reversing life and death, and once the chicken died, her treatment was ineffective.
During the entire treatment process, Roland did not see the "sticky water" she described. She simply put her hand on the chicken's wound, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a series of tests, Nana's physical energy consumption was not large, at least not as sweaty as when Anna was training.
The only one who was dissatisfied was Nana herself. She felt that treating chickens like this was too much, so she kept pouting and staring at Roland until the end of the experiment.
"Okay, stop staring, let's have something to eat," Roland had to resort to "summoning afternoon tea" to divert her attention. This trick has been tried and tested against Anna. He believes that few girls of this age can resist the temptation of delicious desserts. And it turns out that Nana's performance in the face of exquisite cakes is not much better than the former.
After eating the pastries, Roland asked someone to send Nana away. Anna asked inexplicably, "Why didn't you keep her? She's a witch like me, right?"
"She still has family, and her family has not found out that she is a witch."
Anna whispered, "It's just a matter of sooner or later."
"Yes, it's only sooner or later," Roland sighed. "So it's a little later. Do you... miss your father?"
She shook her head, her eyes as calm as the surface of a lake did not show a trace of waves. It seemed that being betrayed by her own father had completely disappointed her. But without relatives, she still has friends.
"Nana will come here often. In fact, I plan to let her come here every two days to practice her abilities."
Hearing this, she blinked her eyes and nodded quickly.
"Do you want to go back to Mr. Carl's academy and study with other children like her?"
Anna didn't answer, but he felt that he heard the voice of the other party.
"This situation won't last long... As long as I'm here, you will eventually be able to live like ordinary people, and no one will capture you and send you to the gallows wherever you go. That day will come," Roland Word by word, "I promise."
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Since Karl Vanbert took over the project, the fourth prince, Roland, was at ease.
He stayed in the castle garden every afternoon, practicing with Anna or Nana. Now Anna no longer needs to prepare extra clothes when training. Even if flames are jumping on each finger, she can operate them proficiently, and she will not accidentally set her witch hat on fire like before.
Nana also changed into a witch uniform of the same style. Although she was reluctant to practice, she still did it with a pouting mouth for the sake of afternoon tea. Watching the two witches dangling in the yard, Roland's bad taste was greatly satisfied.
Occasionally he would go to the foot of the northern slope to see the progress of the project. After more than two weeks of construction, the city wall has been built about 100 meters. In the era when there was no theodolite for distance measurement, Karl instructed the craftsmen to use a wooden pole to determine the distance and straightness according to the shadow of the sun at the same time every day. A watchtower is set up every ten poles to stabilize the city wall.
Such a large-scale employment naturally attracted the attention of the nobles in the town, but they did not move except to ask Barov about the situation, as if this matter had nothing to do with them. Roland didn't care about this at all. These people's family business is in Changge Fortress, and they definitely won't stay here to help him guard Border Town. He could even imagine the gang laughing at his own incomprehension when they got together in private.
Not just nobles, but also merchants. The traders who bought animal skins in Border Town in previous years saw that there was nothing to buy this time, and they started to set off to return to the fortress one after another. The dissatisfaction with returning empty-handed was naturally vented on Roland, the ruler. The idea that Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of Greycastle, was still building a lot before the arrival of the Devil's Moon, was simply stupid and ignorant, and it has already spread along the Chishui River.
At this time, I am afraid that no one thinks that he can defend the town, and most people do not even think about it at all. After all, the impression the Fourth Prince left on everyone did not include the courage to fight. No matter what he was tossing about, in the end he had to obediently return to the fortress for refuge.
In this way, amid the discussions among the crowd, Roland ushered in the first winter after crossing.