Thassa climbed up a hillside, and from here, the outline of the lord's castle in Border Town could be vaguely seen.
Finally came back, he thought, it took nearly a month and a half to set off, and only seven days to come back, most of which was spent on the way from Yinguang City to Chishui City. Although Ashes didn't care about it, he still chose the less-traveled path to reduce the possibility of being targeted by the church.
Ash was the witch called the Guide, and Thassa wasn't sure if the name was real or not. When she was on her way, she always wore a black robe and carried a large sword wrapped in cloth behind her back. His long black hair was simply tied into a ponytail and dangling from his waist. Whether it's riding or boating, she seldom pays attention to herself, but walks in front alone, looking around the scenery, probably for her, this trip to Border Town is just a relaxing sightseeing trip journey of.
Sometimes Thassa doubts her own judgment. Is she really a warrior? Clothes that are not close to the body are easy to stumble and stumbling. Long hair means more flaws, and Ashes doesn't seem to be afraid of attacking her from behind. What he sees the most these days is the other party's back. He didn't think that the witch was born to trust others easily. He could only guess that she had the ability to protect herself enough that even the God's Punishment Stone could not threaten her.
Thassa circled around the hillside and quickly found the target - a flagpole with red cloth strips hanging. He dug out a bag from the mud beside the flagpole, replaced the red flag with the folded blue cloth, then clapped his hands and sat on the ground.
"Is that all right?" Ash asked.
"That's what they said," Thassa wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Go to the foot of the mountain northeast of the town, follow a stone-stair path, find the flagpole at the top of the mountain, change the blue flag, our people You'll notice." The Co-Aid Society only acts at night, so let's just wait here. "
Ash nodded, found a fairly clean place to sit down, stretched out his hand, "Eat."
"Uh... wait," he untied his backpack, took out a piece of jerky from it, tore off half of it and stuffed it into his mouth, before throwing the rest to the other party.
Seeing the witch chewing on the jerky, Thassa sighed. In addition to a big sword, he didn't even have a copper eagle on his body, and he dared to rush to Border Town with himself without a penny. He paid for the accommodation and meals along the way. If the room wants a high-end single bedroom, the food must be meat, and he has to try half of the portable food such as dry food.
Probably in areas where she has no time to take into account, she is still quite cautious. But wouldn't it be prudent to prepare your own food
"The place we're going is across the strait." Ash swallowed the jerky and said suddenly, "I wonder if you've heard the rumors about the fjords, there are countless islands, some of which are very harsh and sparsely populated. . We're going to build a home for witches there."
"..." Thassa was stunned for a while. No matter how he inquired before, the other party didn't answer. Why did he suddenly take the initiative to bring this up
"Are you wondering why I didn't disclose any news to you before?" She explained seriously, "Because if you are a liar, if you run to tip off the church while I'm asleep at night, those girls are likely to be caught halfway. They were cut off, and they were brutally murdered. But now, they should be on the merchant ship heading to the fjord, and even the church could not stop it. In addition, I came here to take away the witches of the mutual aid society. There's no point in continuing to hide it."
"But even if I brought you here, I can't rule out the possibility that I'm a liar."
"That's right, it's true." Ashes said word by word, "If it's not a witch in the end, then you will die here, with those who try to attack the witch."
"Okay," Thassa sighed in relief, "is there anything else I can ask?"
She thought about it, "If only I could answer."
"Are you from Greycastle? I've never seen eyes like this before." Thassa decided to start by asking about the other party's origins. Such information was not sensitive and could reduce the conflict in the other party's heart.
"I was born in the Kingdom of Eternal Winter, but it has nothing to do with eye color. Since I became a witch, my eyes have become like this."
"Eternal Winter? It's very far from Greycastle, with two kingdoms in the middle. How did you come to Silverlight City?"
"I was sold into the church, and then..." She paused, "I wandered all the way from the Old Holy City Monastery to the Royal Capital of Graycastle, and it was not until I met her that my life of wandering ended."
"She?" Thassa asked curiously.
"Tilly Wimbledon," Ash's eyes showed a warm look, "She took me in."
The guard was shocked. At first, when he heard the name, he thought it was just the same name, but with Wimbledon's surname, the meaning was completely different. The person who led the witches to the fjord was Roland Wimbledon's sister, the fifth princess of the kingdom? His voice stuttered, "She, is she your leader?"
"Chief? You might think so," she nodded, "but to me, she's the most important person... the kind that no one can replace."
As night fell, the two lit a bonfire on the hillside.
Ash took off the greatsword and opened the cloth a little bit—this terrifying weapon was nearly waist-width with the blade alone, and it was covered with marks from the collision. The gray-black blade didn't have an edge. Obviously, it was enough to kill someone just by the weight of the slash. It is very difficult for ordinary people to lift this weapon, but in her hand, it is as light as a one-handed sword.
How many blacksmiths would have to be robbed to find the materials needed to forge a giant sword like this, Thassa thought, if His Royal Highness's witch is late, maybe she will become a victim of the sword.
"I heard that the lord of Border Town is also... Wimbledon," he decided to find something to say, otherwise the waiting time would be extraordinarily difficult.
"Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of Graycastle," she said calmly, "I have met him before."
"What?" Thassa opened his mouth wide.
"After I was taken in by Tilly and served as her guard in the palace, I naturally had the opportunity to meet her brothers and sisters." Ash seemed to know the fourth prince very well, "Incompetent, arrogant, ignorant. It's hard to believe, He's actually Tilly's brother. And... he's not too timid in some ways."
By the end, her tone had gradually turned cold.
Thassa couldn't help shivering. When he was serving in the palace, he had heard a lot of rumors about His Highness, such as being outspoken, having a flirtatious, and fond of teasing other people's maids. Although it is not to the point of threatening the other party with force or violence, it is inevitable to take advantage of it. Shouldn't...
At this moment, Ash suddenly stood up and stared in the direction of the path, "Someone is here, more than one."
Thassa followed her line of sight, and a group of figures gradually appeared in the night. The witch who took the lead was the personal guard of His Royal Highness, Nightingale.