A week passed quickly, and it was time for the reconnaissance team to set off.
Roland called Barov, Carter, and Iron Axe to the castle and informed him that he would be leaving the town for two days, and that all affairs in Border Town would continue to be implemented according to the usual plans and regulations.
Of course, these remarks were unanimously opposed by the three. Carter hoped that he could perform the duties of the chief knight and guard the prince; Iron Axe requested that a team of 100 be assigned to guard; Barov used the decree issued by the city hall. He was advised to stay in the castle for the reason that it would be valid only after being reviewed and stamped by the lord. In the end, he had to take out the lord's air and ask everyone to act according to their own orders.
"His Royal Highness, I don't understand, what is it that is so important that you have to go in person?" Barov wondered.
"This matter is about going to the West... or even the survival of the Kingdom of Greycastle," Roland said after a moment of silence, "and only I can make the best judgment."
"Can't you… tell us why?"
"Not yet, but you will know one day." He shook his head. "In addition, this trip is a confidential operation, and you must not leak the information to anyone."
More than 200 kilometers away from the western border, there may be a stronghold of devils, and these devils once destroyed the holy city of Taquila, drove the resisters to the edge of the continent, and turned the wild land into a place that no one dared to set foot on. Forbidden land, these words are too terrifying to say.
I'm fine, I've watched a lot of world-destroying movies, and I'm numb, but for them, I'm afraid they can't accept this fact. Once the news is leaked, it will be more troublesome. If panic is caused among the territorial people, it may cause a large number of people to flee the west.
So now is not the right time to declare the truth.
After explaining the political affairs, Roland and the witch took a hot air balloon, lifted off from the front courtyard of the castle, and flew towards the snow-capped mountains.
"His Royal Highness, if the church was really defending against the devil more than 400 years ago, were they good or bad?" Ever since he learned of the existence of the devil, Sylvie has been worried.
"Of course it's bad," Nightingale replied before Roland could speak, "Have you ever seen a kind person hunt a witch for no reason? If we are really the devil's minions, that's fine, but sisters. We all know that witches have nothing to do with devils, and it is even more nonsense for demons to devour their bodies."
The other party was still staring at Roland, as if he wanted to hear his answer.
The latter pondered for a while, "First of all, it remains to be confirmed whether the church is fighting against the devil. If they really made such a great sacrifice, why should they hide the news and destroy all past records? Publicizing this matter is the only way to do it. The best way to expand believers. I am afraid that this question can only be known after finding more clues. In addition, good and bad are not so simple to distinguish, it depends on which side you are on." Roland smiled when he said this. Laughing, "You're actually asking, will I stand with the church in order to fight the devil, right?"
"I..." Sylvie opened his mouth, but did not deny it.
"Ceremonial power and royal power are incompatible with each other. Even if there were no witches, I would not stand on the side of the church," he said, spreading his hands. "What's more, I have more of you around me now."
"Let's just say it," Nightingale smiled proudly, "Even if the church has fought against the devil before, they have lost, and they have suffered a catastrophic defeat. If it is His Highness, I don't know who wins and who loses. Why should they rely on the losers? one side?"
"...I understand," she nodded lightly, and the gloom between her brows seemed to have faded a bit.
In this way, when dusk fell, the group could vaguely see the outline of the snow-capped mountains.
It is indeed huge, Roland thought, and even he has rarely seen such a majestic mountain. There are no mountains around it that mirror each other, as if the earth suddenly jumped up here without warning, leaving a road to the sky. The gray mountain wall occupies most of the field of vision, and it may take several months to bypass the foot of the mountain by land.
The camping site is selected at the top of a mountain near the sea, which can easily observe the movement around, and is far away from the hidden forest to ensure that wild animals cannot easily approach the camp.
After eating the dry food, everyone started to set up tents. Due to the limited capacity of hot air balloons, large tents can only carry one. Therefore, Roland carried forward the spirit of high spirits and let the witches sleep in tents collectively and sleep in the hanging basket by themselves. After Maisie slept on the tree and turned into a bird anyway, she could fall asleep even standing.
After all, he found that his face was a little thin, and he couldn't sleep with the witches in a grand way. Although Wendy and Soraya proposed to let them go to the hanging basket and replace the prince to sleep in the tent, he rejected them one by one. .
Only Sylvie looked at Roland with a vigilant look in the process of arranging the accommodation, making the latter feel dumbfounded.
After the night watchman was arranged, everyone got into the tent one after another. Due to the uneven bottom of the hanging basket, Roland had difficulty falling asleep for a while, so he simply sat on a rock facing the sea and stared at the sea in a daze against the bright moonlight.
At this moment, there were faint footsteps behind him.
The prince turned around and found that the visitor was actually Anna.
When he was in school, whenever he went out on a group trip, he always had expectations that something like this might happen. Although most of the endings ended in delusions, it still did not prevent him from holding on to the next activity. There are expectations.
But when this scene really came, Roland felt that his heart beat a little faster. Pretending to be nothing, he raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter, can't sleep?"
"No," Anna said bluntly, "I just want to accompany you."
"Really?" He coughed twice, "Thank you."
"It's me who should say thank you," Anna smiled. The silver moonlight sprinkled on her face, emitting a faint light; her blue eyes seemed to be deeper than the sea, "What you said to Sylvie... Although she didn't thank her, I could see that she was in a relaxed mood. a lot."
"Are you happy for her?"
"No," she shook her head, "I'm happy for my choice."
Roland was stunned, "What... choice?"
Anna didn't answer, but closed her eyes and kissed his face. After a long time, she said softly, "Good night, Your Highness."
That's what happened... right
Watching her return to the tent, Roland stretched contentedly, and when he planned to go back to the gondola to sleep, a pair of invisible hands held his face. There was nothing in front of him, but there was a soft touch on his face again, but this time, it was the other side. "And me, Your Highness. Thank you for doing so much for the witch."
… (.、, Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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