Roland sat in a daze at the desk. He didn't expect that someone would actually dare to kill someone in the castle. If Nightingale hadn't found out in time, he would have been killed.
Who is it this time? Sister Three Kings, or other siblings? Shouldn't you be in such a hurry? It's only been a few months since the five-year battle for the king, and Roland clapped on the table irritably. It's totally unreasonable, can he let himself spend the winter well
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Chief Knight Carter Lannis pushed the door and entered, "Your Highness, the identities of the deceased have been identified. Seven of the eight corpses are members of the original patrol team, and one is unknown. The other two are still alive. Man, one was treated by the witch... no, after being treated by Miss Pyne, and still not awake. One has been sent to the dungeon and is being closely guarded."
Patrol? Knowing that this team raised by the former lord was unreliable, Roland gritted his teeth and thought that eight out of ten people had defected. Not letting these people join the militia team was indeed the right choice.
"The one who is locked up, remind your subordinates to keep an eye on them, and don't let people commit suicide by taking poison like last time!"
"Last time... like that?"
"Cough, it's nothing," Roland shook his head, it seemed that Nightingale woke him up in the early morning, and even his head was confused, "In short, I want to know everything from his mouth, who is in charge, who is contacting, who is bribing, all these are left to you go check."
"Yes, Your Highness," Carter did not leave immediately after he finished speaking, but knelt down on one knee, "It was my dereliction of duty to let the assassin sneak into the castle this time. I hope His Highness will punish you."
"Enough, you weren't in the castle at the time, it had nothing to do with you."
"Then..." Carter hesitated. "Can you tell me who stopped the assassination at the time? I saw from the scene that they..." The knight swallowed. "They all seem to have been killed by the same person. , and there is no way to fight back.”
"You can see that?" Roland asked curiously.
"If the forces were evenly matched, the scene would not be so clean, and the wounds would be various," Carter whispered. "Everyone fell into a small warehouse. Except for blood and corpses on the ground, there was hardly any damage to a pendulum. The objects, those big boxes for storing cured meat, did not even leave any sword marks on them. In other words, the man walked in a small open space without any cover. With all due respect, Your Highness, It's unbelievable."
"So it is," Roland nodded, he understood what the other party meant. In theory, after being surrounded, the strongest person will fall into an extremely unfavorable situation - in actual combat, it will not appear to be surrounded by people like in the movie, and people are still on the ground one after another. Attacks in blind spots will be particularly deadly. Therefore, in a one-to-many manner, the correct countermeasure is to rely on the terrain and environment to always face the enemy head-on.
However, Nightingale was no ordinary person.
"Anyway, you should do what you need to do first. This person can't show up for the time being. I'll tell you when the time is right."
Although the chief knight was loyal and reliable and knew that Anna and Nana were witches, Roland still chose to hide the existence of Nightingale. Because she is different from the other two witches, she does not belong to her side, and the reason for staying in the town is just for Anna. Behind her is the Witches Guild, who will leave here sooner or later.
Carter withdrew with a look of disappointment.
Roland could understand his thoughts. As a sword-wielder, he constantly practiced the swordsmanship summed up and accumulated over hundreds of years, and took it as the truth. But when you see an incomprehensible scene, you are bound to doubt yourself - if the swordsmanship can be so refined, what is it that you are proud of
"I thought you would call me out," Nightingale said, showing her figure, she was still sitting in the corner of the desk with her legs crossed.
"I think so too. Why don't you just settle down here and serve as my secret guard. The salary of two golden dragons per month is twice that of Anna, do you want to consider it?" Roland started to settle down again, " The house has a garden, it takes two days a week, and there are paid vacations every year—well, it means getting paid while resting.”
To his surprise, this time the other party did not refuse outright, but smiled and said irrefutably, "I can't leave my partner alone."
"Then call them all over. When the winter is over, the border town will be under construction. By then, as many people can be accommodated. And... witches can also walk on the streets without discrimination, and no one will regard you as evil. ."
"Let's talk about it when you do that," Nightingale said with a shrug.
Well, Amway still has to look at the product, and this kind of thing can only happen slowly. Roland changed the subject, "Has Nana been sent back safely?"
"Hmm, she was quite frightened."
The prince sighed. It was midnight when he was woken up by Nightingale, and he almost vomited after seeing the scene. She briefly explained what happened, and Roland ordered her to smuggle Nana out. The little girl who usually only healed chickens fainted immediately when she saw a living person covered in blood. In short, after all the chickens and dogs jumped, she cured the patrol captain with tears on her face.
In order not to let his family notice, Nightingale was also responsible for bringing her back.
When everything was done, it was almost dawn.
"What do you think of this? Can you guess which of my good brothers or sisters did it?"
Nightingale shook her head, "They are all members of the patrol team, and the only exception does not carry any evidence related to their identity. If it is a bribe, anyone can do it... But I think this matter may be It has nothing to do with your brothers and sisters."
"why?"
"Because it was too imprecise. In a multi-person operation, infighting broke out in the team. After the failure, they did not commit suicide immediately, leaving at least two survivors. And at the time, their performance was unprofessional, just like street gangsters. It's not like your brother and sister's style, but more like a layman's plan. I think even if I'm not there, the assassination won't be successful... Don't forget that Anna is sleeping downstairs with you."
Nightingale picked up Roland's cup, took a sip of water without hesitation, and then said, "Anyway, your knight has already gone to the dungeon to ask for a confession, and I bet he will get the truth soon—compared to the chess pieces laid by your sister, The guy is so inferior, he was kneeling and begging me not to kill him before."
"The seriously wounded patrol captain... I seem to have summoned it."
"Really?" Nightingale tilted her head, "I think you have to thank him. If he hadn't stalked the other guys, I wouldn't have found out that a mouse had slipped into the basement so quickly. Although I don't know why he Do it, but the enemy of our enemy is our friend, right?"
That's right, Roland thought, but the point is not whether he is a friend or an enemy, but what Nightingale said.
-"our friends.