Since the five Sleeping Island witches arrived in Border Town, Roland has been in a state of excitement. After the dinner, he found himself lying in bed and couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and drank half a glass of white wine to force his body to fall asleep.
On the second day, when Xia Chan in the courtyard started to tweet "Whoa", he had regained consciousness. He climbed out of bed energetically, washed briefly, and walked into the office. At this time, the sky had just turned white, and the first ray of morning light sprinkled evenly into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Roland looked around for a week, but did not see the familiar figure in the past. If he usually pushed the door and came in, he would always see the nightingale lying on the chair, showing a lazy appearance. He couldn't help but smiled slightly, sat down at the table, took out the notepad from the drawer, and began to plan the next witch training plan.
Helping newcomers familiarize themselves with the environment and integrate into the group will naturally have Wendy and Scrolls to do it, but what he has to do is to launch a sugar-coated cannonball offensive, so that visiting witches can enjoy the unique and comfortable life here. You don't have to keep the other party in Border Town to be successful. Even if you go back, it's an excellent publicity for your own territory.
When the sun fully rose, Nightingale finally appeared in the office, "Oh? You got up really early today. Could it be that, as Lily said, you couldn't hold back the new witch?"
"What nonsense," Roland smiled and put a bag of dried fish on the table, "How did you get along with the new sisters last night?"
"Sisters?" She pouted, "Don't trust them too much."
"What's wrong?"
Nightingale stretched out her hand and picked up the bag, and turned around and sat back on the reclining chair, "That witch named Sylvie, half of the ten sentences are lies, although it is not serious enough to be wicked, but there must be a lot of careful thoughts hidden in it. ."
"Well... understandable," Roland said nonchalantly, "probably she wanted to see if I was the real Roland Wimbledon."
"What?" Nightingale was slightly startled.
"If your relative's temperament changes drastically, you will definitely wonder if he has been replaced or controlled, right?" He laughed, "I guess that's how Tilly sees me. In the capital, I am a He is famous for being idle, ignorant, deceiving the good and fearing the evil, how could he come forward to protect the witch?"
In fact, any bad comment is not too much to describe the fourth prince. He still turned to this one in his childhood memory: the fourth prince accidentally broke several crystal glass jars while playing in the palace, in order to avoid Punishment, he not only put all the responsibility on Tilly Wimbledon, but also faked the scene and threw his six- or seven-year-old sister into the glass slag. With such a dark history, it is strange that others are not impressed. Now it is normal for the elder brother who suspects that his temperament has changed a lot to be no longer himself, and anyone would want to explore it.
"I also want to know after hearing you say that," Nightingale asked curiously, "Then are you the real Roland Wimbledon?"
"I am and I am not." Roland spread his hands.
She was stunned for a moment, "Why can you tell me this sentence is true?"
"Because that's the truth." Nightingale's ability was only to distinguish deliberate lies, and he didn't think he was lying.
"..." She frowned and thought hard for a long time, finally holding her forehead, and decided to give up thinking, "Forget it, I'll just ask Anna directly in the future. Anyway, as long as you are the Roland I am familiar with."
"Of course, since I met you, I have always been me." Roland smiled.
After breakfast, the five witches from Sleeping Island were brought to the office by Wendy.
"Good morning, Your Highness." The five bowed their heads and saluted.
"Relax, I'm not a person who is very particular about etiquette, you can call me the same way you call Tilly." Roland waved his hand, "I won't arrange any work for you in the first week, mainly to get familiar with the town. You can visit Border Town at will, and no one will speak ill of you because you are witches, or try to arrest you in exchange for rewards. I have eradicated the church forces from the western border, so this place, like Sleeping Island, is a place of freedom. land."
"I think you all know the reason for the magical bite, so the necessary practice should not be left behind. There are no restrictions on the time of day, just don't forget to come back for lunch, after dinner there will be elementary education classes, including literacy and Reading and writing, as well as simple mathematics and natural knowledge. Tilly may have mentioned to you that the ability of witches can be further strengthened in addition to adulthood, so it is very necessary to master these knowledge, and those who are interested can come and join the town witch Listen to the class."
"In addition, you will be paid a golden dragon every month, as well as weekends and paid leave. If you don't understand, you can ask Wendy. In short, your daily life is the same as that of the Witch League. Sleeping Island is the home of witches. The same is true of Border Town." Roland paused, "Then let's test the ability first. Tilly's description in the letter is not very clear, I want to see it with my own eyes. It's not convenient to use it here, let's change it to a spacious one. The place."
"Please wait a moment, Your Highness, I still have something to give you." Sylvie said.
"What is it?"
She opened the package in her hand and put a few yellowed parchments and a letter on the table, "Lord Tilly found these documents in a fjord ruin, and everything she wants to ask you is written on this letter. already."
Roland opened the envelope suspiciously. The letter was not long, and he read it to the end quickly, but the contents described in it caused a huge wave in his heart.
An artificial stone island sleeping on the bottom of the sea, the unpredictable ebb and flow of the tide, the observation mirror that can still operate after hundreds of years, and the stone gate built on the cliff... It is unbelievable, why the fjord has such incredible ruins exist? And Tilly's questioning at the end also made him feel numb behind his back. He glanced at the parchment, and he found that the words were indeed familiar.
"Quickly call the scroll," Roland ordered Nightingale.
Scroll quickly rushed back to the castle from the city hall. When she summoned the book of magic, the prince could not help frowning.
I saw that the holy book that Hakara brought out from the ruins of the Eastern Forest was exactly the same as the texts found in the ruins of the fjord! Tilly's guess in the letter was confirmed, and these ancient ruins all came from the same group of people.
If the church built it all, why did it abandon them all? And not only these magnificent buildings, but even the records from 450 years ago have been erased by a single one. What are they trying to hide
The scorching sun in Ji Xia couldn't make Roland feel any warmth either. He only felt a faint chill rising from the soles of his feet, gloomy and cold.
Is the stone tower that Lightning discovered in the Hidden Forest also related to these ruins? There are also evil beasts, devils and the holy city of Taquila... Four hundred and fifty years ago, what happened? Roland felt a strong unease in his heart. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.)