The flames rose from under her feet and quickly faded.
This is the twenty-third exercise.
Failed again.
There were beads of sweat on Anna's forehead. She wiped it with the back of her hand, and the hot air suddenly rose and made a sizzling sound.
She didn't stop at all and started the next practice. The witch's uniform was neatly folded and set aside, and if she hadn't insisted on doing so in the first place, it would have been reduced to ashes in the flames.
Fortunately, as the fourth prince, it was not difficult for Roland to get a few spares. He asked Tyre to bring a whole bucket of robes—collected on a temporary basis from the maids.
The twenty-fourth exercise finally paid off. The flame no longer rose from under her feet, but appeared in her palm out of thin air. She raised her arm carefully, trying to move it to her fingertips, but the flames swayed twice, and suddenly it rushed up her arm, lit her sleeves, and devoured the robes along the sleeves.
Anna put away the flames, tore off half of the charred robe with a blank expression, and turned to look for new ones in the bucket.
At this time, Roland would look away and let his eyes stare at other places - even though the other party didn't care about this at all.
In fact, if it wasn't for Roland's strong request, she would probably practice naked. But in this way, Roland couldn't watch it properly. He really couldn't calmly face a naked little girl - especially the little girl's figure when she turned into flames had a different charm.
Roland shook his head and put distracting thoughts behind him. From the current point of view, it is not easy to master this power. The phased goal he set for Anna was to release the flames from the palm or between the fingers, not to damage the clothes on her body, and to maintain the temperature high enough to melt the pig iron ingots in the pool.
When the thirtieth practice failed, Roland stopped her.
"Let's take a break."
Anna stared at him blankly, but did not respond.
Roland had no choice but to walk over, pull the girl's hand to the chair, and force her to sit down.
"You're already tired. You should rest when you're tired. Don't force yourself. We still have a long time." He wiped her sweaty forehead. "Let's have afternoon tea first."
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Roland knew that the nobles of the Kingdom of Greycastle did not have the habit of enjoying afternoon tea. The productivity of this world was so poor that it was difficult for people to have the leisure to taste exquisite food—three meals were not common, let alone four. As for the playboys who have nothing to do, they usually gather in bars or casinos at this time.
If you don’t have this habit, you can create one. There are ready-made snacks, and there is no tea that can be replaced with ale. After knowing that he was going to a remote frontier town, the fourth prince brought his maids, servants and chefs with him.
So in the simple wooden shed in the back garden of the castle, the first afternoon tea party was held.
Anna looked at the dishes of exquisite desserts and couldn't believe her eyes. Why can food be so good-looking
Although she couldn't name the pastry's specific name, the combination of pure white appearance and bright red fruit itself made people feel appetizing, especially the outside of the pastry was dotted with several delicate patterns, which made her worldview engraved again. Heavy strokes.
Roland looked proudly at Anna's bewildered expression. Isn't it just strawberry cream cake? It scares you, you bastard. And this strawberry is still pickled with sugar, so the taste is not fresh.
More interesting than eating is admiring the witch's expression. Roland watched the other party carefully put the cake into his mouth, his blue eyes were almost shining, his hair was dangling, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was watching a food animation.
—A dish that doesn't glow is not a good dish!
Well, this kind of character development feels pretty good.
So watching Anna practice and accompany her to enjoy afternoon tea became Roland's daily life. Even if he didn't ask questions about government affairs, Barov would help him take care of it in an orderly manner.
Three days later, Barov sent all the information in Border Town to Roland's office. This was absolutely unbelievable before, and the fourth prince actually had the patience to read such a large pile of cumbersome reports.
In fact, he doesn't now either. Roland felt dizzy after only reading two lines, and said directly to Barov, "You can read it to me."
After spending an hour listening to the report of the assistant minister, he found something wrong, "Why is the tax and trade in Border Town zero every winter?"
In winter, the temperature is low, and it is understandable that various harvests will decline, but what does it mean to directly return to zero? Do the local people have the habit of hibernating
Barov coughed twice, "Your Highness, have you forgotten? Winter is the month of demons, Border Town has no ability to guard, and all residents have to move to Changsong Fortress. But please rest assured, Your Highness's safety will definitely come first. "
"Evil Moon"? Roland recalled, it seemed that there was such a term - before that, he didn't take ghost legends, evil witches or anything to heart at all, thinking it was just nonsense in the uncivilized world. But now it seems that whether it is evil or not is another matter, witches do exist. So... what about other well-known ghost legends
When teaching at the palace, the history tutor talked about the Demon Moon in detail. Every winter when the first snow falls and the sun dims, the gates of hell in the Dragon's Back Mountains will open at this moment.
The evil breath from hell eats away living beings, turning them into slaves of the devil. Some animals will mutate into powerful evil beasts and attack humans. And witches are mostly born in this season, and their power is far greater than usual.
"Have you seen it? Hell's Gate," Roland asked.
"His Royal Highness, how can ordinary people see it!" Barov shook his head again and again, "Not to mention that the Dragon's Back Mountains can't be climbed at all, and even approaching the mountains will be affected by the evil aura. unless… "
"Unless what?"
"Unless that person is a witch. Only witches can see the gate of hell, because they have fallen into the devil's minions and are naturally not affected by evil." Having said that, Barov also turned his head and glanced at the back garden. .
"What about the evil beast, have you seen the evil beast before?" Roland knocked on the table displeased.
"Uh, I haven't seen it before. Like His Highness, it's the first time for me to come to the Borderlands. In the center of the kingdom, Greycastle, few people can encounter true evil."
Relocated once a year, how is this place still developing? Originally, he thought that Border Town was just a barren land, but there was still potential for development. Now it seems like a big hole.
"Changsong Fortress can resist evil beasts, which means that they can also be killed, not invincible! Then why can't we defeat them in Border Town?"
"Changsong Fortress has a huge city wall and is also stationed with Duke Ryan's elite troops. It is not comparable to a small place like Frontier Town," Barov explained, "From the beginning, the purpose of establishing Frontier Town was to give the fortress Provide early warning, so it will be set up between Beipoling and Chishui River."
Like cannon fodder blocking the enemy's only path, Roland sneered.