Roland wondered for a moment if he heard it wrong, "What?"
Scroll bit his lip and repeated it.
This time he was sure that it wasn't his hearing that had a problem. Did the witch care so much about his marriage? "Are you sure that witches are infertile? Is it because of... some reason, which led to a wrong understanding? For example, the previous holy mountain."
"I hope so too," she sighed. "Unfortunately, many examples have confirmed this. Whether it's getting along with ordinary people or being forced, there is no example of witches giving birth. There is no co-op, and other witch organizations have also Never heard of it."
Reproductive isolation... Such a word popped into Roland's mind. Is it true that witches have completely surpassed ordinary people and become new human beings, so that they cannot bear offspring with old human beings? Or is this phenomenon caused by the accumulation of magic power in the body
But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, he thought. The key is its impact. Will this hinder his desire to marry a witch
The first thing Roland thought of was Anna.
Although it's a bit regretful that he can't raise offspring with Anna, the premise that he will like children is based on his love for Anna, and having no children will not reduce this love. And for a man with a modern soul, the relationship between his descendants and him is far less important than the blood inheritance emphasized by the ancients. As a separate living individual, he does not regard the child as his continuation, which can neither inherit ideas nor memories, but is an independent person.
So emotionally, he can fully accept that witches can't have children.
Then only the real problem of the heir to the obstacle remains. However, this is still not a difficult matter for Roland, who has looked at the long history. He just needs to build an empire that does not need heirs. There are many options for implementing this, and he can think about it later.
On the whole, Roland was surprised to find that this was actually a major piece of good news.
How to build a social framework in which witches and ordinary people can live in peace and make progress together is a question he has been thinking about since he talked to Nightingale at night. But he found that even with the God's Stone of Retaliation, as long as the time is long enough, witches and their descendants will always form a stronger group. Even if technology develops so that ordinary people can use magic power, it still cannot make up for the witches' intellect, memory, Overall lead in thinking speed.
And now he was told that witches were infertile. This largely avoided the formation of a family group, weakened the gap between the witch group and ordinary people, and at the same time gave him hope that the two would work together.
Perhaps because he had been thinking for too long, Nightingale couldn't help but grabbed his arm.
Roland recovered from his thoughts, he patted the back of the other's hand comfortingly, cleared his throat and said, "I thought so before, and I still think so now."
"..." Scroll was stunned for a moment, "What?"
The hand on the arm clenched instantly.
Roland couldn't help laughing out loud. He had wondered if he had heard it wrong before. Is it the other person's turn now? He coughed twice and said again: "I still think so now that I am willing to marry a witch."
…
Scroll left with a strange expression, like contented, but also a little sad, making Roland bewildered.
He had to ask Nightingale beside him, "Is she okay?"
The latter did not answer, but looked at Roland with a smile. The sunlight outside the window reflected on her fair face and smooth hair, which was so bright that it was heartwarming.
"Okay," Roland looked away, "just pretend that you are both in a good mood."
At this moment, the door of the office was knocked on, "Your Highness, a knight has arrived at Changsong Fortress. He said that he has information to hand to you."
"Take him to the parlour, I'll be there later."
When the prince entered the hall, the knight stepped over immediately, knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Pelor asked me to tell you that a group of messengers sent by Timothy Wimbledon has arrived at Longsong Fortress."
"The messenger group?" Roland pondered, "How many are they here?"
"There are about fifty people in total."
That seems to be persuading the team to quit, he thought, if it's just diplomatic means, it doesn't hurt him at all, "When did they arrive?"
"Yesterday morning," the knight said solemnly, "Lord Peiro asked me to hurry up and inform you of the news as soon as possible."
It only took a day, I'm afraid I'm rushing with torches at night, "Thank you for your hard work, take a good rest for a day and then go back." Roland looked at the guard and explained, "Give him a golden dragon and take him to the hotel."
After the knights left, Roland wanted to put this matter aside. After all, a team of fifty people was no threat to the town. If it was just for negotiation, the leader could come in alone. However, since Pei Luo treated him with such caution, it would be better for him to keep track of the envoy's whereabouts at any time.
Thinking of this, he recruited Lightning and Maisie, and asked them to fly to the fortress one after the other to check the situation.
An hour later, the two witches completed their investigation and returned to the castle.
"Nothing was found," Lightning reported. "There was no 50-strong knight team on the road, not even a single knight."
"I didn't see a goo!" Maisie confirmed.
It seems that after their long journey to the big city, they need to have some fun and relieve their tired bodies. Roland was relieved, "Before the messenger group arrives, you should scout along the road once a day." He paused, "By the way, how is the map you drew before?"
"Probably put together a few hundred pieces, and it can almost fill Soraya's room," Lightning said. "She has moved the map to the backyard now, do you want to go and have a look?"
"Okay," Roland laughed.
The backyard of the castle has been turned into a botanical garden. Since Sean brought back the seeds of the crops from Clear Water Harbor, the things grown here have become even more bizarre. And in order to save land and flower beds, the leaves set up wooden shelves in the sky, allowing many plants to grow around the shelves like vines, and even climb up half the walls of the castle. Grapes, apples, wheat and sugar cane are now hanging on the wall behind the castle, and the witches will gather in the backyard when they are free to break some fruit and sugar cane from the wall to eat. It's a pity that these crops have to grow under the magic of leaves, and can only be regarded as incompletely successful experiments.
The map is placed in the center of the yard, with a total area of five or six square meters, and is made up of pieces of parchment.
"We're right here," Lightning put one hand around Roland's waist, led him to float slowly, and floated above the map, "Did you see that palm-sized gray-brown square? Seen from the air, the border That's what town is like."
"The blue areas to the east and south... Could it be the sea?"
"Yes, but you have to climb a mountain to get there."
Roland froze slightly in his heart. It would be normal to say that the Wilderness Land was dozens of times wider than Graycastle, but he did not expect that when the complete big map was completely presented in front of him, the West Territory would appear so narrow. In front of it is the Desperate Mountain Range, and in the back there is the sea, which is like a marginal area sandwiched in natural danger. No... It's not just the Western Region, he filled out the parts that he didn't draw in his mind. If the Desperate Mountain Range that divides the continent is regarded as a wall, Graycastle, or even the entire continent, is just a small piece of land behind the wall. .
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