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Back in the room, Effie quietly listened to Tilly's story about the establishment of the Bloodfang Society and Hedi Morgan's true purpose. When she heard that Annie was handed over to the nobles by Tianyan, she felt that something was pinched in her heart.
"Hetty... where is she?"
"I have been punished," Ashes who was standing behind Tilly replied, "In addition, during the arrest, Tianyan tried to resist, and he went down the same path as Heidi."
"Really... Thank you." Iffi said softly.
The fist she had just clenched couldn't help loosening, and she suddenly felt a little lost.
Although the culprit who caused all this has paid the price, she didn't feel much at ease, instead she felt a little dazed because she lost the goal of venting her hatred. And as the only one not punished, her guilt is even worse.
"I hope you can help Sleepy Island get back on track," Tilly said after a moment's pause, "The rest of the Bloodfang Club members, like you, were all deceived and framed by Heidi, and they shouldn't be implicated. Or discrimination. The bullying of the auxiliary witch by the fighting witch is certainly a mistake, but the reverse is not much better.”
Without much hesitation, Yifei nodded and said, "I am willing to help you."
She probably didn't expect her to agree so quickly, but Tilly looked a little surprised, "It would be great if you could agree."
"what should I do?"
"Just talk to the other members of the Bloodfang Society about you and Annie's story, and I will disclose Heidi's crimes to everyone." Tilly said, "When the church is completely eradicated, I will send people to Wolfheart to search for them. If the witches imprisoned by the nobles are still alive, His Majesty Roland will be responsible for rescuing them."
"I understand."
If there was any way to alleviate this sin, she would try to do it.
"Are you... alright?" Tilly bent down suddenly, reached out and wiped Iffy's cheek, the latter felt a burst of warmth running across her face.
"It's okay," she blinked, "I'm just a little… sleepy."
The fifth princess looked at her silently for a long time, "Don't be too sad, just rest well."
It was not until the footsteps of the two were gone that Iffi lay on the bed weakly.
She didn't cry.
It's just the body's natural reaction, she told herself.
It's not about sadness, it's not about cowardice.
It was proof that she missed Annie.
Tears flowed faster.
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Roland sat at the desk and read the evacuation statistics report of the staff. The flickering candlelight at the desk made him dizzy for a long time. He hadn't tried reading at night with the light on for a long time, and now he was a little uncomfortable with it. I thought I had pulled civilization into modern times in advance, but when I arrived in Yougu Town, everything was beaten back to the prototype.
No showers, no soap, no electric lights... It's not much better here than when I first arrived in Border Town. The beginning of industrialization has only exposed the sharp tip of the western border. If he wants to spread chimneys and boilers all over the country, he still has a lot of work to do.
Roland put down the report, and just wanted to rub his eyes, a pair of soft invisible hands had reached his forehead, pressing them gently.
"Thank you", he tilted his head to make a mouth, and continued to read the report.
In the days when Barov was away, Sir Sylt performed very well as an office assistant. At least in counting people and compiling reports, he did a very good job, no better than the specially trained young men in the town hall. How much.
"How many people here are willing to go to the Western Region?"
"At least 70%, Your Majesty," the sergeant replied. "Coldwind Ridge is not a suitable place to live. I asked the Duke, if it wasn't for monitoring the church's movements, there would be no town there at all. The remaining 30% , most of them have their own fields or industries in the north."
"Very good, you can make a plan now, try not to let the ship go back empty, and bring a group of people every time, and bring these people back to the western border as soon as possible."
"But on Duke Calvin's side..."
"I'll explain it to him," Roland took a sip of tea. "Anyway, after the war is over, no matter whether you win or lose, you don't need to send someone to be stationed on Cold Wind Ridge."
"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Sylt wondered.
"No...it's nothing," Just when he said whether he won or lost, Nightingale lightly covered his mouth and asked him to hold back his words. "Anyway, just do as I say."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Just as the old jazz was about to leave, the personal guard Sean pushed the door and walked in.
"Your Majesty Roland, there was a woman outside the castle who wanted to see you, but was stopped by the guards. But she knelt on the ground and said she would never leave until she saw you."
"Now?" He looked out the window subconsciously, and the whole town had fallen into a silent night.
"Yes, she seems to have waited until this time on purpose. I have seen her twice in the Castle District during the day, and..." Sean hesitated, "She calls herself Mrs. Wimbledon."
Hearing this answer, Roland almost choked on his saliva. This is impossible! As far as he knew, the fourth prince had never been to the Northland at all, so how could a lover appear out of thin air! But his words were useless. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to call her in to ask. First, it could dispel Nightingale's doubts. Second, he was really curious. If the other party was a noble, it could be said to be pursuing romantic romance. If she is just a commoner, this kind of lie is a complete felony.
When the woman walked into the study, Roland suddenly felt his eyes light up.
Her appearance is not particularly outstanding, but her facial features are unique, and her short and thin body has an inexplicable sense of stability and softness. The dirty mud on the long skirt is a perfect contrast to this weakness and strength.
"Respected Your Majesty," the woman bowed her knees and said, "Livya of Cold Wind Ridge greets you like you."
"I want to know, what's the matter with your so-called Mrs. Wimbledon?" Roland went straight to the subject, "I heard from the guard that you did not come to the castle until late at night on purpose? If you want to deceive in this name If so, you should know the consequences, right?"
"I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, if you hadn't said that, you wouldn't have seen me at all," she gritted her teeth, "I'm not really your brother's real wife, but we were truly in love."
Sure enough, it's just a liar, wait... Roland was taken aback, what did she say? my brother
"Tifeko?"
She shook her head.
"Gron?"
Livia blushed and knelt directly to the ground, "I know that Goron had plans for the throne before, but he is dead now... Your Majesty, can you help me for his sake? Please? It's gone!" m,.