The fire of the fireplace flickered twice, then gradually dimmed, and the nightingale appeared and filled it with some more firewood. Suddenly there was a crackling sound in the stove, and the flames suddenly brightened.
Roland looked at the elongated shadow of the cup and exhaled deeply. Tilly has been away for a long time. He has been recalling the conversation between the two to see if there is any way to change the result, but after all, he has not found the answer. Trust is a wonderful thing. Apart from investing time, other methods All have little effect.
"So you have things you can't do," Nightingale patted the dust on her hands and walked over to sit back in her old seat. "What did you say to her that day?"
"A white lie," Roland leaned back in the chair, "it's normal for her not to believe it." He paused, "You used to say that you have a younger brother, if he suddenly becomes very different from before, and emphasize that You are still yourself, will you believe him?"
"You mean the guy who looked innocent and betrayed me when he turned around?" Nightingale pouted, "In my opinion, he is basically no different from Mutant."
"Well, I shouldn't have mentioned that."
"It doesn't matter, I have left the Gelan family anyway, they are just strangers." She said disapprovingly.
"She and I were once strangers," Roland sighed. "Or, I don't get along well with everyone in the palace."
"If you're bored, you might as well tell me." Nightingale smiled slightly, "I've always been very curious about life in the palace, and I'd also like to know how bad you were at the time, allowing your bad reputation to spread to Silver Light City. Come."
"To be honest, I was much worse back then than I am now," Roland couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, picking out a few past events in his memory, "Probably the moment she smashed her into the glass slag, she began to hate it. I am."
"It's really... bad," she clicked, "but I don't think she hates you now."
"Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows, "You know all this?"
"Of course, didn't she say a few words? Personally, I also hope to stay here and learn those interesting knowledge," Nightingale imitated, "It sounds like consolation, but the truth is, she I wasn't lying when I said that. If I was as disgusted as I used to be, I wouldn't want to stay here."
"Are you comforting me?" Roland laughed.
"If it counts as a fact," she shrugs, "and I think it's fine to maintain the status quo."
"why?"
"She promised to provide the town with witches first and support you against the devil, so it makes no difference if you are not here. If all the witches from Sleeping Island flood in at once, and there are more guys like Ashes, I will be busy. Now," Nightingale muttered, throwing a piece of dried fish into her mouth, "not everyone is as obedient as Maisie."
Roland couldn't help laughing, "According to you, you seem to have trouble with Ashes?"
"Ah? No, how could I," Nightingale waved her hand, "I just stare at her occasionally, just in case she is not good for the members of the Witch League."
"Really?"
She turned her head away and whistled.
"I don't know if it's an illusion," Roland stared at her and said, "Why do I always feel that you are actually quite happy after I was rejected?"
"That's an illusion," Yeying affirmed, and then she looked in the direction of the door, "Well, someone is here again." After speaking, she disappeared.
Is this Jin Chan's plan to escape from its shell? Just thinking about it, there was a knock on the door outside the office.
Roland was greatly surprised. It's almost midnight, and there are still people here? He replaced the candlestick with a candle again, "Come in."
It was Agatha who pushed open the door.
This made the prince stunned for a moment, "Is something wrong?"
The other party walked to the round stool in front of the table without saying a word, and sat down, "I heard Ms. Wendy say, whether it is a musket that can restrain the extraordinary, or a cannon with an amazing range, it all comes from your thoughts? And The principles and production methods of these things are all recorded in the books you wrote?"
"Are you referring to "Theoretical Basis of Natural Science" and "Elementary Chemistry"? There are indeed related principles above. As for the production method, I did not write it down due to space limitations," Roland said. "After all, these are only elementary theoretical textbooks. You are here to Ask me about this?"
"Only members of the Witch Union can learn this knowledge, right?" she asked without answering.
Roland nodded, probably already guessing what the other party wanted to say.
"Then I apply to join the Witch League," Agatha said almost without pause.
"But the Witch Union is an organization belonging to Border Town. Are you sure you want to serve the town?" he asked curiously, "Its lord is not above the extraordinary, just an ordinary mortal."
"If you can create a weapon that is strong enough to fight the devil, you can't be considered an ordinary mortal. Even if it is a quest party, you will still have a seat," Agatha paused for a while, "As long as you don't endanger the witches and don't join the survivors of the union. As an enemy, I don't mind working with a mortal..."
It was probably a little bit difficult for her to work for a mortal now, but Agatha's ability to accept has already impressed Roland, and maybe people who are engaged in research can always accept new things quickly. He held back the smile in his heart, "I thought you would follow Tilly to Sleeping Island, a city formed by witches."
"It's just a sanctuary to escape the pursuit of the church," she shook her head, "I made this decision after asking them clearly, and I have seen too many cities ruled by witches before they were frozen, and now they are One by one is lost in the dust. There is no point in defeating the devil, and I hope to see the hope of victory here."
"You will," Roland nodded, "but not against the Federation... I can't guarantee this. Because it may not die, but changed its name to hide itself."
"What?" Agatha was taken aback.
"I thought carefully about what you said, even if it fails to escape from Taquila, the Federation still has the Transcendent and a group of holy warriors. In this uncivilized area full of indigenous people, it is unlikely to completely cut off the news. Unless they want to do it themselves." Roland said solemnly, "It is very likely that the church is the incarnation of the Federation. It is not the way that mortals took power and the God's Punishment Army from the witches, but the witches themselves turned the Federation into It has become an organization that hunts witches. In this way, it is more convenient for them to create a large number of God's Punishment Army."
"You mean... Now the tragic situation of witches being oppressed and hunted is all done by the Federation?" She said in disbelief.
"I'm not sure, it's just a speculation," Roland stood up and walked to the bookcase, took out a few heavy black books and handed them over to her, "These books include chronicles written by the church itself, as well as those recorded by astrologers. You can refer to the history of the four kingdoms. In any case, the church is now our enemy, and it is also the target that must be eliminated in the future."
"If you decide to stand on the witch's side and fight the devil with me, the Witch Union welcomes you to join.".
(., Your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-10-08 10:36:30