"Wounded during the arrest?"
"Well, I was shot in the leg. Although the blood was stopped, I guess I can't walk anymore."
"Are the others okay?"
"There is also a witch of the Bloodfang Society named Tianyan, who died that night," Tilly sighed, "Our people were not injured."
Roland nodded, "I'll let Nana cure her, and let's talk about the rest back to the castle."
…
Compared to interrogating the leader of the Bloodfang Society, the church's imminent invasion of Greycastle is a top priority. Back in the office, he first inquired about the situation on Sleeping Island, and then handed the letter from the North to Tilly and others to watch. Due to the involvement of the three major families in the Dawn Royal Capital, both Ashes and Andrea were left behind.
Since receiving the secret letter of warning, Roland has contacted Hill Fox, a spy from Shining City, twice, and finally has a general understanding of what happened. When he told all the information, Andrea couldn't help shaking her head and said, "Otto, this idiot, looks exactly like when he was a child. If he didn't encourage Auro to join him, he would never dare to enter the palace alone."
"At least he let us know the church's movements in advance," Ashes shrugged, "and a large part of the incentive is because of you."
"Did you reply to him?" Tilly asked.
"I advise him not to act rashly. If that witch can really ignore the Stone of God's Punishment, it will be difficult for ordinary people to restrain her, not to mention that Prince Ann Paine also talked about the "God's Punishment Warrior". Roland poured a cup of tea for everyone, "Graycastle and Dawn are too far away, so I can't help him directly, so I hide the secret for now and wait until the church focuses all its attention on Graycastle before making plans." Wise choice. "
"He may not be able to hold back," Andrea frowned, "Otto Losey has been impulsive since he was a child."
"He will listen, because I have to say one more thing," Roland laughed, "You are very safe with me, even if you are fighting against the church, the enemy will not hurt you in the slightest, but if he dies, he will never die again. I can't see you anymore."
"That's a very effective persuasion," Ashes whistled.
"Okay," Tilly stopped the upcoming quarrel, and glared at Roland, as if blaming him for not teasing the other party by saying such things, "How are you going to deal with the church's attack?"
"Cough cough... Use muskets and cannons to build a defense line below Cold Wind Ridge." He took out the map from the drawer, spread it out, pointed to the northern frontier and said, "After receiving the information, I have already sent the First Army to the secluded valley. The town transports war preparations, and at the same time cleans up the church forces in the kingdom. In this way, the Holy City of Hermes will definitely be aware of Greycastle’s movements, and then discover my intention to enter Cold Wind Ridge.”
"Deliberately let the enemy know about your actions?" Andrea asked inexplicably, "I'm blunt, in general, isn't this kind of intentionally leaked news all fake?"
"Only in this way, I don't have to guess where they will invade Graycastle from, and the people can suffer less losses," Roland explained his plan again, "Fighting the enemy head-on is the best way for the First Army to fight. ."
"I see," Tilly nodded, "it's really a simple and effective method."
"But there is a hidden danger, that is the pure," he continued. "In front of the firepower network, any enemy that can be seen is not terrible, and the church witch with completely unknown abilities may bring difficulties to the First Army. Expected trouble. The best way to guard against them, I think there are only witches who can also sense magic power."
"This is also the purpose of our trip," Tilly replied, "Don't worry, brother, the Sleeping Island witch will fight with you hand in hand."
Back at the witch building, Tilly moved into the house where she lived.
The furnishings in the living room and bedroom remained the same as when she left, and there was no dust on the table. Obviously, Roland had arranged for someone to clean it frequently.
There are also three tubs for bathing in a prominent place at the door, with clean clothes folded in them, and slippers that are easy to take off and put on next to them. When living in the castle, bathing has become an important part. Even when she was in the palace, she never tried to bathe so frequently, after all, the water was so convenient.
Even when she opened the cupboard following the scent, she found that it was filled with all kinds of seasonings, meat floss and bread. It could be seen that these foods were freshly baked today. As long as you are hungry, you can fill them up easily. abdomen.
Although she didn't particularly care about these external enjoyments, when she saw this scene, she still felt a warm current surging in her heart.
"Ah... I can take a bath with soap again," Andrea shouted in the living room. "Hey, even the towels are ready in this basin, it seems to be brand new."
"Is the new one better?"
"No, I just think it's a bit of a waste to use it for you."
"What did you say?"
"I think the rag you bring with you is quite suitable. After all, bathing in salty and fishy sea water is acceptable. What kind of towel do you need?"
Hearing the familiar voice of bickering, Tilly smiled silently, it seemed that everyone really liked it here. Even the members of the Bloodfang Society became different after arriving in Neverwinter.
Even she felt the same at this moment.
If it is a luxury in life, it may be the case for other witches, but compared to her who was deeply favored by Wimbledon III, there is still a lot of difference between the degree of luxury and the life in the palace. Many things can only be said to be fresh and interesting, rather than luxurious.
What attracts witches here is something else.
Staying in this city makes people feel inexplicably relaxed. She had never understood why before, but when Roland made tea for the three of them, she suddenly had a sense of enlightenment.
The other party is definitely not pretending to be because of the witch of Sleeping Island, but it is the result of being accustomed to this matter.
Whether his status was a lord, a prince or a king, his attitude did not change.
He saw the witch as a friend—not a deliberately maintained illusion, but an inadvertently expressed emotion.
"are you OK?"
Ash's question suddenly came from behind, Tilly turned her head and saw that the other party gently closed the kitchen door.
"Um?"
"Why did you... suddenly call him brother?" Ashes hesitated, "Didn't you say that you were just helping yourself when you were on Sleeping Island? And... he doesn't look like the fourth prince at all."
"I didn't think he was the stupid and cowardly older brother, or it didn't matter," Tilly paused. "Have you ever thought about what this war with the church means?"
"revenge?"
"No," she shook her head, "it's a free life. Did you… ever want to come and live here?"