Spell Passy was silent for a while before speaking, "Are you a threat or an invitation?"
"Of course it's an invitation," Nightingale spread her hands, "His Royal Highness does not agree to use coercion to drive any witch. In fact, I also hate that."
"Then I refuse," Speer said without hesitation. "If he really needs my help, he can bring a witch to the Dragon Mountain and visit the door with noble etiquette. Instead of sending someone to sneak into me The castle. Of course, I can't guarantee the safety of the witch if the church pays attention."
This answer was not unexpected by Nightingale. In fact, it was quite difficult to get an unrelated stranger to agree to a rather difficult request. Generally speaking, there are only two means of coercion and inducement. The former does not want to use it, and the latter cannot use Percy. The marquis is already the lord of a city, and further up is the guardian of the realm, and His Highness not only does not plan to confer lands and titles, but also intends to take back all the powers of the aristocrats, which according to him is called centralization. So in disguise, if she served His Highness, she would reduce her status in the eyes of traditional nobles.
As for following His Royal Highness Roland to create a new world and fighting against the terrifying enemies in the battle of divine will, she told her that she probably wouldn't believe it.
"I understand," Nightingale curled her lips, "then let me say goodbye first."
"Wait..." Speer looked surprised, "Just... like this?"
"I was responsible for bringing the message from His Royal Highness. Now that you know it and have given an answer, the task is naturally completed," she grinned. "Or do you want me to tie you back?"
"How do you know that my ability is a magic channel?" The Marquis hesitated, "...you have contact with the group of witches who plan to go to the fjord islands?"
"You guessed it right, the leader of that group of witches, Lord Tilly Wimbledon, is now staying in Border Town, fighting the Demon Moon with her brother," Nightingale shrugged, "His Royal Highness also learned from her that your message."
"They didn't go to the fjords?"
"No, before they went to the fjord, they didn't know that His Royal Highness Roland had established a firm foothold in the Western Region, and they didn't have contact until they settled on Sleeping Island," she briefly described the process of the alliance between the two sides, "This time Tilly The lord went to the Western Region and was invited by him, just like you."
"The fourth prince really... established a system in which witches and ordinary people coexist in the territory?" Speer asked with a frown, obviously not convinced.
"Not only that, but he also drove the church forces out of his territory," Nightingale smiled. "There are now more than a dozen witches living in Border Town, and the townspeople are accustomed to their existence. I will never lie about this."
"..." The Marquis stood up and poured her a cup of tea. "Can you tell me more about how he did it?"
"If you want to know," Nightingale turned around, walked back to the table and sat down. These deeds may not change the other party's decision, but it is not a bad thing to deepen mutual understanding. She decided to focus on His Highness's formation of the witch alliance, the war with Duke Ryan, and the governance after the recovery of Longsong Fortress. You can also roughly understand the witch's situation in the town. When His Royal Highness unites Greycastle in the future, this witch marquis should not do too much fearless resistance.
Just then, there was a sudden knocking sound outside the window.
"This is..." Speer looked at Nightingale in surprise.
The latter pushed open the window, and it was indeed Maisie who was squatting outside, "Dangerous goo! Lightning discovered an unexpected situation Goo!"
"What happened?"
"A team of judges is rushing towards the castle!" Pigeon flapped his wings and said, "At least 20 people are cooing!"
"Church Judgment Army?" Nightingale turned her head and frowned, "Is this here for you?"
"No... I didn't make an appointment with the priest of the church today," the marquis also looked very puzzled. "Could it be that your whereabouts have been discovered?"
"Unlikely," she shook her head, "unless the Church has the ability to monitor every bird in the sky."
"That's weird..." Speer pondered, "If you came to me, you shouldn't have dispatched so many judges. This is almost all the staff of the Falling Dragon Ridge Church."
"What are you waiting for? They are about to enter the castle area!" A golden figure came in from the window and landed lightly beside Nightingale, it was Lightning.
"Although I don't know the situation, I suggest that you better avoid it first," Nightingale said in a deep voice, "Or ask your guards to stop them outside the castle and find out why."
"This is my castle, where can I avoid it? Don't worry, without my permission, these guys can't get in, or I can't protect those witches in the past," Speer sighed, " It's just that this meeting may be over... If you're not in a hurry, I think..."
Just halfway through her words, there were chaotic footsteps under the castle, and there was even the sound of swords clashing, which was particularly clear in the castle embedded in the mountain. The Marquis couldn't help but change his expression, "Who let them in? Guards!"
Speer called out several names, but no one outside responded, and the footsteps were getting closer.
"It looks like they're coming for you," Nightingale made a gesture to Lightning, reminding her to leave first, "It's too late to leave now, we can protect your safety."
"No, I'm not going anywhere! This is my territory, how dare they be so presumptuous"
Before he finished speaking, the door was slammed open, and a group of fully-armed judgement warriors walked in. They held up swords and shields and surrounded the lord.
At the same time, Nightingale hid in the mist, and retreated to a position close to the corner of the wall. This is not only convenient for escaping, but also suitable for observing the situation in the room. She noticed that Lightning and Maisie hadn't left either. The former was sticking his head out of the window eaves to spy on the enemy's movements. The latter simply squatted at the top of the beam and took care of his wings in an orderly manner.
These two little devils are acting recklessly. They must be properly disciplined by His Highness when they go back... She shook her head helplessly and turned her eyes to the church's judgement warriors, each wearing a stone of divine punishment, and interacting with black holes without light. Overlapped together, completely covering Speer, she could only hear the marquis's angry rebuke, "Redwin, are you crazy to bring them into my castle without authorization?"
"Of course not, my old sister," a man's voice sounded from the crowd, "Father passed his nobility to a devil's minion, I was just correcting his mistakes.".
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