That night, Roland held a grand banquet in the lord's castle.
This can be regarded as the first time the Witch League has actively launched an attack on the church. In addition to saving Speer Passy, a priest Hermes was also captured alive.
When the five witches who participated in the battle took the stage, the hall burst into warm applause. He seldom drank on weekdays and even drank two glasses of Evelyn's special pina colada.
Although it was only a small victory, the long Demon Moon itself was nerve-wracking, and he hoped to take this opportunity to ease everyone's minds.
By the time Roland walked into the office rubbing his dizzy head the next day, Nightingale had already sat cross-legged on the table and waited.
"Don't you need to rest?" he asked with a smile.
Ever since agreeing to the other party's interception of the messenger group, she has never really felt relieved. Even if she knows that once she enters an open area, the fog ability will make her invincible, and she is still worried about what accidents will happen. After all, this is not everyday. Practice, but a real life-and-death fight. Now that he saw her in high spirits, his mood suddenly became much happier.
Nightingale swallowed the dried fish, "Of course not, I've returned to my best state."
As soon as Roland returned to her seat, she jumped off the table, went around the back of the chair and hugged him, "If I take another day off, I'll miss you for a day."
The prince was slightly startled.
"Actually, I wanted to do this yesterday when I was in the castle garden... But it's not bad now," Nightingale whispered in her ear.
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It wasn't until footsteps sounded outside the office that she withdrew her hands and disappeared into the mist.
"His Royal Highness," shouted the guard, "Lord Fallen Dragon, Marquis of Parcy asks to see you."
"Please come in." Roland cleared his throat and straightened his posture.
Speer Passy walked into the office, saluted his chest and sat at the table, "I have carefully considered all your previous requests."
"What do you think?" He poured him a cup of tea.
During the days when Nightingale, Ashes and the others were fighting against the church, he did not take time off. Besides taking the Marquis to visit the town, he also had many discussions with the other party. During this period, Roland briefly recounted the crisis the kingdom was about to face, the origin of the church, and the threat of the devil, and told her what to do next.
When Speer heard the origin of the church and the reason for the witch hunt, his eyes almost popped out of surprise. If it wasn't for Tilly and Agatha to testify, she probably wouldn't believe the claim that witches once ruled the entire wilderness, but since then, her attitude has changed a lot.
"Recovering the power of enfeoffment, implementing the same legal and administrative system, no inheritance, no trading... These requirements are not unacceptable to me, but..." She paused, "I'm just curious, you really intend to extend them to All territories?"
"That's right, if you don't do this, Graycastle is just a swarm of scattered sand." Roland nodded, "Before the final enemy arrives, I must gather as much strength as possible."
"If you do this, you will offend all the nobles," Speer said slowly, "especially if the position cannot be inherited. If I understand correctly, the lord in charge of a place is also a position. In this way, you will betray the king. The identity will be confirmed.”
"So I never expected them to make concessions," he tapped on the table lightly. "Before the fateful battle of divine will, the resistance of the nobles is not something to be considered. Besides, I don't want to kill them all, as long as these people If you can integrate into the new system, you can even keep your own territory, and what you lose is only the right to entrust. I believe they will make a wise choice."
Centralization itself is a system that can only be realized when the center has absolute power. If the local power is strong, let alone centralized power, even one's own position may be overthrown at any time. Unlike a year ago, the small town now has the power to change. When this step is completed, there will only be one true ruler left in Greycastle, and that is himself.
"It seems that you have made up your mind," Speer sighed. "If I don't accept it, I will be overthrown by your army."
"In this plan, what I lack most is manpower," Roland said sincerely, "especially managers who have experience in managing one city and one place. As I said, you have not lost your own territory, and you can still use The identity of the witch will appear in front of the people in an upright manner, and she will no longer be threatened by the church."
The Marquis was silent for a moment, "I also have a request."
"Please say."
"I hope nothing will change for the time being after you help me retake the Fallen Dragon," she said bluntly. "Unless Tifiko is pushed from the throne, I can stand on your side without any hesitation."
The right answer... Roland thought, it was not a simple refusal, but he left himself room to turn around. This sentence was replaced by a popular saying that she had to prove to her that reunification of the Graycastle was not an empty talk, but she was willing to join her if she really possessed such strength.
"Then it's settled." He didn't care about the little calculus in the Marquis's heart. If the spring offensive goes well, the fall of Tifeko will even be faster than the recovery of the Falling Dragon Ridge.
"By the way, Your Highness," Speer hesitated, "in the evening witch class, can I follow them..."
Roland was stunned, "Those are very simple enlightenment education, you should have learned nothing."
"I think those calculation methods are very interesting," she shook her head. "I have never seen anything similar in arithmetic books before."
Do you mean the nine-nine multiplication table or an algebraic equation? He couldn't help laughing, "Of course, as long as you're willing to join the Witch League."
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After lunch, Iron Axe brought good news.
"He was willing to say it?" Roland was slightly surprised, "So soon?"
Hearing what Nightingale said, he thought the captured priest was a stubborn one.
"Not everyone has the will of steel, Your Highness," Iron Axe replied solemnly, "The sand people have some unique interrogation methods, which do little damage to the body, but are extremely damaging to the will, and can even make people feel Death is a relief, and he is better than many ordinary people."
That's right, he thought, professional spies need to undergo special torture confrontation training in order to never open their mouths, and it is obviously impossible for anyone in this era to have such experience.
"Take me to see him," Roland nodded, "I just have a lot of questions I want to ask clearly.".
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