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The snow outside the window became bigger again, and snowflakes the size of fingernails scattered from the sky. Looking around, the sky above the town was full of their figures. The gray-white elves fluttered in the wind, fell densely to the ground, and merged with the white roof and tree branches. Such a scene would make people feel cold.
But the more so, the warmer Tilly felt.
She leaned on the back of the chaise longue, half of her body was covered by a soft blanket, and her feet dipped into the fire barrel - this convenient heating device came from Roland Wimbledon's invention, the boxy wooden barrel was flush with the chair, A charcoal brazier is placed inside, separated by a horizontal wooden fence. It's not like a roaring bonfire, it's easy to get scalded if it's too close, and it doesn't feel much heat if it's far away. As long as you put your feet on the wooden fence, you can enjoy the warmth of the charcoal fire up close, and then cover the quilt, as if you are surrounded by warmth.
The swirling snow outside the window even more brought out the coziness inside the house, and probably the sense of happiness produced by the contrast was impressive.
I have to say that the treatment of the witches here is completely different from that of a year ago. It is not difficult to understand that she does not want to leave when she comes to the town, because even she herself enjoys this moment extraordinarily.
In addition to her, there are Anna and Agatha in the room - this was originally Anna's bedroom. Taking advantage of her rare spare time, Tilly would come to the door with a book whenever she was free, and ask the other party for advice. . At first, there were only the two of them, but now there is an ancient witch who has awakened from the ruins. Anna simply moved the fire bucket from the table to the open space of the room, and asked Roland to add two more chaise longues. The three of them sat around the fire bucket, with their feet close to each other, to study those eye-opening novel knowledge together.
Of course, most of the time they just ask, and Anna answers.
"It's hard to believe that such a book is actually from the hands of mortals," Agatha closed the "Theoretical Basis of Natural Science" and took a deep breath, "The more I read, the more I feel that the world really seems to be like this. Implicit in the law, everything runs according to the same rules. Even if he was born in Taquila, the Federation will definitely include him, maybe he can have the same status as the high-level witch."
At first, she also raised many doubts about the content of the book, but with Anna's careful answers, Agatha's attitude towards Roland has changed dramatically.
However, Tilly believed that this change was only aimed at Roland, and other mortals probably still looked stupid in their eyes.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing. Only she knew that this knowledge did not belong to Roland Wimbledon, but to another person, a person who suddenly appeared in his mind.
After these days of getting along with Sylvie's corroboration, Tilly basically confirmed this statement. But in this way, proving that he is still he has become an unattainable thing. And the most questionable point is that he really has no idea where this part of the memory comes from and who does it belong to? It's hard to believe that memory can be completely separated from life, at least not by myself. As long as I recall the knowledge taught by the palace tutors in my mind, there will always be flashes of relevant fragments at that time.
"Where did he learn this knowledge from?" Agatha sighed, "I thought the research of mortals had reached such a depth, but it seems that there is not much difference between the past few days and four hundred years ago - even A little further behind."
"I don't know either," Tilly shrugged, "It couldn't have been learned from the palace anyway."
"What was he like before
This question made Anna also raise her head.
"Before..." Tilly pondered for a moment, "I am arrogant and timid, do my own thing, ignorant, and have a bad personality... Probably the only advantage is that I didn't use my status as a prince to do anything wicked."
"Hmm... mortal level?"
"No, he's a bad guy among mortals," she complained. "Even if he suddenly gets better after coming here, it's still hard to understand what he's thinking... He can't say anything. In his stomach, he still wants others to believe him, how is this possible."
The room suddenly became quiet.
"What's the matter?" Tilly felt that the eyes of the two were a little strange.
"No... it's nothing," Anna covered her mouth and smiled, "It's the first time I've heard you say this."
Hell, she just realized she'd gone too far, such a complaint shouldn't come from an ally, presumably because she's been too relaxed lately, "I mean—"
"It's okay, His Highness doesn't care about this kind of thing," Anna shook her head and smiled, "Probably he also has his own difficulties."
"Roland..." Tilly hesitated for a while, "Didn't you mention this to you?"
"No," Anna said indifferently, "I didn't ask, if he wanted to say something, he would always say it."
Also, she sighed in her heart. For the other party, from the first time she saw the prince, it should be the changed Roland. It is meaningless to think about this kind of question.
"Listen to what you mean, he was different before and now?" Agatha asked with great interest, "There is a saying in the quest party that the more extraordinary a person is, the more eccentric they are from ordinary people. Maybe this kind of change is normal. Did Roland howl at the moon or stare at the wall for a long time when he was in the palace?"
"What kind of quirks are these..." Tilly shook her head helplessly. "He used to be no different from ordinary people except for being a little eccentric. But... I also heard people mention that he used to shout in public in the palace class. To marry a witch, probably because of these words, Goron and Tifeko always tossed him in the name of purifying the devil's minions, and his father didn't like this kind of behavior, and his character became more naughty later."
"Being discriminated against for wanting to marry a witch?" Agatha curled her lips, "This is a great ideal in Taquila. Of course, there are very few successful people. Most witches are not willing to spend their lives with only one man. get along."
"But we are different from four hundred years ago. If he married a witch, it would mean that he would not have children to inherit everything from him. How could father have a good impression on this idea." Tilly sighed, "But already It's been more than ten years, and he should have forgotten the stupid things he said by now."
"Really?" Anna said suddenly, "But he is still willing to marry a witch."
"Well, does he remember—wait," Tilly couldn't help widening her eyes, "you mean now?"
"Well," she smiled softly, "His Royal Highness Roland said it himself."
Tilly froze in place.
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