"Please don't be impulsive, Your Highness, I have no intention of hurting you, I am here just to talk to you."
Heck, is there such a thing as keeping people talking? Roland swallowed and turned around slowly. Under the threat of the dagger, he could only do as the other party said.
Under the dim candlelight, Roland saw the other person—she was sitting beside her bed, her whole body was buried under her robe, and her head was covered with a hood, so she couldn't see her true appearance. The candlelight cast her figure on the wall behind her, occupying most of the wall.
"Who are you?"
"I don't have a name, and my sisters call me "Nightingale." She stood up, pulled up the horns of her robe, and squatted with her knees half-squatted, which was a standard noble etiquette. "First of all, I would like to express my thanks to you, Roland. .His Royal Highness Wimbledon. "
grateful? Roland noticed that the pattern on the other party's robe gave off a unique flash under the firelight, three juxtaposed triangles, a pattern shaped like an eye... I seem to have seen it somewhere.
- "The pattern on the coin... is the seal of the Holy Mountain and the Demon Eye, which is the emblem of the Witch's Cooperative Society."
Barov's words suddenly flashed through his mind, "You... a witch!?"
"Hehehe," she let out a series of light laughter, "His Royal Highness is indeed very knowledgeable."
Hearing that the other party admitted his identity, Roland breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that it wasn't the assassins sent by the brothers and sisters, "You came to this remote town for the witches in the Beipo mining area? Although I don't know where you heard it from. but it's too late. If I really wanted to hang her, she'd be dead long ago."
"I know. And if you really do this, I won't just want to talk to you..." Nightingale sat back by the bed again, "The Co-Aid Society doesn't like people interfering in worldly affairs, especially those related to royal power. But I don't really like to listen to them. Killing a prince for a witch might be too much, but I can do it to impress you."
Outright threat. Roland was relieved, "She is alive and well."
"I know, besides her, there is a little girl named Nana," she nodded, "I was here a week ago, but I didn't meet you. I saw what you did, Although I don't quite understand why you don't have the usual ill will towards witches, no matter what, I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the Witch Assistance Association."
"A week ago..." Roland wiped his forehead, and said, "I can see everything I do?" Could it be that this guy has been following him without realizing it at all? "Okay, you said you wanted to talk to me, didn't you just want to say thank you?"
"Aren't you tired of standing and talking to me?" she said, taking off her hood, "please come here and tell me. I'm not scary and I won't scare you, Your Highness."
More than not ugly, it can be said to be beautiful. The moment the hood fell, Nightingale's golden curly hair fell like a waterfall, and the golden light spots slowly fainted under the candlelight; her nose was high and her eyes were bright, and she was with Anna. Unlike Nanavale's slightly childish face, her facial features reveal a mature aura. Although it is impossible to look closely in the dim light, the scattered shadows on her face are enough to prove her beauty.
Roland walked over slowly and sat side by side by the bed. He didn't put the danger behind because he was attracted by the other party's face, but simply felt that the other party was not malicious.
"Now you can speak."
"Sure enough, you're not afraid of me," the woman sounded pleased. "You're not like the people I've ever met... They hate us because they're afraid of us. I can see fear in their eyes, And you..." She couldn't help reaching out and gently stroked Roland's cheek, "Only curiosity."
Roland coughed twice in embarrassment and moved his head away. Hey, don't change the atmosphere so quickly, okay? It was just Assassin's Creed, why did it suddenly become a domineering president.
Fortunately, the other party quickly restrained his emotions, "I'm here to tell you that I'm going to take Anna and Nana away."
"No!" Roland was shocked and blurted out his debut. Then he worried that he would annoy the other person by rejecting it so outright, so he added, "They're doing fine here, and no one can hurt them. Besides, where do you want to take them? There's no safer place than here. ."
"Take them to the Mutual Aid Association, that's where they will end up," Nightingale did not turn her face away because she refused, she still said in a calm tone, "The members of the Mutual Aid Association are all their companions, there is no discrimination, no persecution... They are also No need to disguise yourself anymore."
"Where is the Mutual Help Club? You don't have a fixed foothold at all, do you? My guards found your camp in the Hidden Forest a month ago, and the footprints show that you are heading north... What is there in the north, only the boundless mountains! "
"You're right, the Co-Aid Association is now somewhere in the Extremis Mountains, and it's absolutely safe for witches."
"Wintering like a savage in the mountains, where is the safety. Is there clean water? Is there enough food? Is there warm shelter? And the month of the devil is coming, and the whole northwest will be a dangerous place, What the hell are you thinking about—" Roland suddenly paused here, wait, what did Balloff say? "Witches can only get real peace by going to the Holy Mountain. The purpose of the Co-Aid Association is to gather witches and find the Holy Mountain together." Hell, could it be... "You plan to search for the Holy Mountain in the Desolate Mountains?"
"Forgive me for no comment," Nightingale smiled bitterly, but her expression clearly told Roland that she had guessed correctly.
"In this case, I will never agree," Roland vetoed, "Two months later, the whole world will be dominated by evil beasts. Even if humans can avoid humans in the mountains, they will not be able to avoid evil beasts. It's better to do this. Now, the Holy Mountain can be found anytime, so why don't you all come to Border Town to spend the winter, and it's not too late to look for it when the winter is over."
This time, it was Nightingale's turn to be stunned, "The Co-Aid Society moved here? You... you are really an interesting person," she thought for a while, before finally shaking her head, "Your Highness, even if you are not afraid of witches, your people are. And once we are exposed to the public eye, the minions of the church will soon come to us."
With the help of the witches, my people will realize that they are not evil, as long as they are able to survive the Devil's Moon. Just before Roland could speak, the other party stopped him, "Besides, there is another reason why I want to take them away. Anna is about to become an adult."
"adult?"
"That's right," Nightingale explained calmly, as if seeing the doubts in Roland's heart, "Adulting is the first hurdle that all witches need to overcome. Usually, the earlier you become a witch, the harder it will be to overcome this hurdle. Your Highness, you Any idea why we are seen as the devil incarnate?"