The smoke cleared, and the woods returned to peace.
The witch's long braids were scattered, like white flowers spread under her body.
Steaming blood flowed recklessly from behind, and soon formed a circle of dark red puddles. The blood slowly dipped into the ground, melting the hard and cold soil, and the air filled with an iron smell.
Nightingale crouched down and untied the blindfold on the witch's face, and found that this face looked surprisingly young. She should be about the same age as herself, but the scars on her eyes ruined the overall beauty. Her eyes were like red-hot irons. After being burned, the skin was a shriveled maroon, and the outline of the eye sockets had been lost.
This was undoubtedly caused by the day after tomorrow. Nightingale had touched the wrinkled scars lightly. It is unknown whether she suffered these before becoming a witch or after serving the church. But these are no longer important. From now on, she can't hurt more witches, and she doesn't have to suffer other tortures.
Searching the envoy all over, a letter, a seal, and an emblem were found in the lined pocket of her robe. The emblem is a circle divided into a cross with a fist clenched in the center.
Apart from that, she did not carry any more items whether it was a golden dragon or jewelry.
Perhaps, she had never enjoyed anything in her life, Nightingale couldn't help thinking.
"Hey, look what I've caught," Lightning's voice came from mid-air, she raised her head, and saw the little girl flying over with a struggling man, and then dropped him on the ground.
The other party let out a painful groan, rolled twice, and seemed to want to get up, but his hands and feet were tied, so he could only helplessly twist back and forth on the ground.
Judging by the way this person is dressed, it should be a priest or priest sitting in another carriage.
"Where's Maisie?"
"She directed Ashes to pursue the fleeing Judgement Army," Lightning walked to the saint's side, "Is this the witch trained by the church?"
"Well," Nightingale whispered, "she won't hunt us anymore."
"Looking at her appearance, it's hard to believe that she sees us as enemies that must be killed..." the little girl sighed.
"If there was no church, none of this would have happened," Nightingale looked coldly at the captured man, and the latter saw the witch lying in a pool of blood, her eyes widened immediately, trying her best to say something, but because her mouth was blocked of the cloth and unable to make a sound.
She pulled out the cloth, "Do you have anything to defend?"
"Cough cough... You, you actually killed Bishop Teflon's pure, daring devil. Sooner or later, you will be hanged by the church at the gate of the city for the crows to share!"
"Even if we didn't kill her, the fate of being caught by the church wouldn't be much better," Nightingale said. "And compared to this, it's better for you to worry about your own situation first."
"Even if I die, I will get the redemption of the gods, and you will only sink in hell and be tortured forever!" He yelled loudly.
"That's why I have to gag his mouth," Lightning said.
Nightingale tucked the cloth back again, "Let it be handled by His Highness. I heard from him that Iron Axe is very good at interrogating people like this."
…
It was already afternoon when Maisie came with two Sleeping Island witches, Ash jumped down from the back of the giant beast and landed firmly beside Nightingale, "Are you not injured?"
"It's going well," she shook her head. "How about you?"
"None of them escaped, of course," Ashes said with a smug smile.
"She's dead?" Andrea looked up at the envoy after landing on the ground, "I thought you would save her life."
"The enemy is a witch, any hesitation and carelessness are extremely dangerous behaviors," Ashes pouted, "If it were me, it would be impossible for her to live."
"Tsk tsk, you don't have the slightest sympathy for the same kind."
"She is not our kind, but a puppet manipulated by the church," the supernatural said disdainfully, "Besides, the same kind is sometimes much more cruel than the different kind, at least I have never seen an evil beast or a devil who People were imprisoned and tortured repeatedly for several years.”
After she finished speaking, she took off her blood-stained gloves and put her hand in front of Nightingale. "Your actions and performance are amazing. You are absolutely right on this point."
"..." The latter stared at her for a moment before holding the hand that was handed out, "Thank you."
It turned out that even someone like her would comfort herself, Nightingale thought, probably because she didn't want to make herself feel that killing a witch would be too much of a burden.
Lightning also pressed his hand over, "I think this victory is worth celebrating."
Then Maisie, "Goo!"
Andrea rolled her eyes and put her last hand on everyone's hand, "I have to explain, if it's just your hand, I don't want to touch it at all, for Nightingale's sake."
"Okay, I know," Ashes raised an eyebrow.
Then the five people raised their hands to the sky together, like a tower standing in the cold wind.
…
Next, in addition to collecting the intelligence carried by the envoy, they also needed to bury the traces left by the battle. The group spent two days in the woods to deal with these trivial matters properly, and it was three days later when they returned to Border Town.
Landing in the back garden of the castle, Nightingale was immediately surrounded by her sisters.
"I heard you were injured? Where is the wound?" Nana shouted.
"She has been waiting for you for a long time, why is she coming back now," Lily said dissatisfied.
"Do you... feel pain now?" Lucia asked eagerly.
"This batch of herbs is specially made by me. It can stop bleeding and reduce swelling. The effect should be pretty good, right?" Ye Zi smiled.
"You are too careless, you dare to run into the church alone, I'm afraid you won't have such good luck next time!" This was Wendy's voice.
"Forget it, it's good to be back safely." This is the book.
Seeing their concern, Nightingale felt the warmth in her heart from the bottom of her heart. She didn't know what kind of life the witches raised by the church lived, but she knew what was going on in the Witch League. Without a doubt, this is where she deserves everything.
Then she saw His Royal Highness Roland.
Lightning had already plunged into his arms, clinging to him like a gecko.
Maisie also flew over to lie on Roland's shoulder and rubbed against his cheek.
Even though Yeying wanted to do this too, she knew that she was no longer a child, so she resisted the urge to hug him, she walked up to His Highness, smiled, "I'm back."
"Well, I've been waiting for you for a long time," the prince's smile was still as familiar as before. "Take a hot bath first, and have a good rest. I put several packets of honey-baked dried fish in the office drawer."
"Well, I won't be polite."
Nightingale raised the corners of her mouth.
She was once again convinced that she was doing the right thing.
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