After night fell, Wendy came to the door of Scroll's bedroom. .
She stretched out her hand and was hesitating whether to knock on the door when the door was opened, and the book was standing behind the door.
"I knew you would come to me," the other party smiled, "because I also want to talk to you just like in the past."
Scroll apparently finished taking a shower early, and his wet long hair was not curled up as usual, but casually fell on his shoulders. To prevent the nightgown from getting wet, she also put a towel on her shoulders. The tips of her hair covered her forehead and blocked the wrinkles left by those years. Coupled with the increasingly comfortable life, her skin became plump and plump. At first glance, she seemed much younger.
The only thing that didn't change was her wise eyes that belonged to the elderly.
Wendy couldn't help raising the corner of her mouth, "In your room, or mine?"
"Yours, Nightingale will come back later than Leaf."
"Row."
"The Chaos Drink is up to you."
"Eh!"
"Of course, whoever proposes first is responsible for the drinks. It's an old rule."
"That's why you're waiting for me at the door?"
"Yes, patience is a very important thing. This is also one of my life experiences. Now you have learned it?"
"All right… "
The two returned to the bedroom, and after cleaning the desk, Wendy took out two cups and a bottle of Chaos Drink from the drawer and filled the cups. The orange-red liquid reflected a flame-like luster under the magic stone.
"This is what you got?" Scroll took a sip, "I'm really lucky, drinking it in winter is not much worse than Fire Dragon Wine..."
"So you've earned it," Wendy said, spreading her hands.
"Don't say that, we are all a blessing to Miss Toeveline."
For this ever-changing drink, the way His Majesty distributes it to the members of the Witch Union is also quite interesting. Every month, everyone has the opportunity to take a bottle of the Chaos Drink made by Evelyn, because the answer can only be seen until the answer is revealed. number, so no one knows which flavor of drink they will receive.
Therefore, exchanging or eating and drinking after the event became an important part of the distribution day. For some reason, Maisie could always get the most popular drink, which made everyone think that Evelyn leaked it to her.
The two slowly tasted the fiery red sweet drink that warmed their hearts, while listening to the cold wind whistling outside the window. Compared with the heated interior, this feeling will undoubtedly make people feel intoxicated. They rarely speak, and sometimes they can understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.
In fact, Wendy didn't have anything specific to say, she just felt happy from the bottom of her heart. Now that she closed her eyes, Roland Wimbledon's words would appear in her mind.
There is only one leader, and that is me.
Before that, although she felt that His Majesty was extremely approachable, she was also worried that he would hesitate on some key issues, or show weakness that was not suitable for a king. Now it seems that he is better than he expected, and judging from the tone and expression of His Majesty's negotiation, the experience of the past two years has made him more stable, and he has the momentum to speak out.
What made Wendy even more incredible was that although Roland became more mature in the position of the superior, his attitude towards witches and ordinary people remained the same as before. As if it was an instinct of his, compared to the former, this is the most incredible point, especially for a royal noble.
She knew that Scroll also felt the change, so she was waiting for her at the door.
This is also a habit handed down from the period of the mutual aid association. When they encounter something good and want to share, Wendy, Scroll, and Hakara will always get together, drink a few glasses of inferior ale, and talk all night. . Later, the conditions became more and more difficult, and when it was impossible to drink wine often, it was replaced with wild fruit soaked in water.
It's a pity that Hakara and them drifted farther and farther, and the good things that could be shared or the good plans for the future gradually turned into worry and confusion. In the end, only Wendy and Scroll left to encourage and support each other as sisters. The eldest two are also the founders of the mutual aid society. Once they fall, everyone will lose confidence in finding the holy mountain. During those extremely difficult days, the two of them walked all the way down like this.
At this moment, it seems as if the past has reappeared.
"By the way," Wendy drank the drink from the cup and let out a long breath, "After the meeting, I will hand over the test results of the Wolfheart Witch to Your Majesty."
"Oh? What kind of abilities do you have?" Scroll leaned back on the bench and replied easily.
Wendy gave a rough overview of the abilities of the four, and deliberately sold out when talking about Broken Sword, "Guess who he assigned Broken Sword to?"
"Well, it should be Nightingale or Ashes... Only the two of them can unleash the full power of Broken Sword." Scroll thought for a moment, "Although Anna and Ye Ye have powerful magical powers, they are not suitable to fight head-on with the enemy, and the other sisters are similar. So there aren't many true fighting witches in the Witch League."
"My thoughts are the same as yours, but Your Majesty doesn't think so," Wendy smiled softly, "He didn't assign Broken Sword to anyone."
Scroll was slightly startled, "Why?"
"Because he said that weapons generally have to be carried with you, which is equivalent to imprisoning the freedom of broken swords in disguise. Moreover, the enemy cannot always arrive during working hours, and sword energy is not necessarily more powerful than guns, so it is not a weapon. , it's better to test the stacking effect with each witch, and then determine whether it works better according to whether it is interesting or not."
"In order of interest... arrange?"
"Well, this is His Majesty's original words."
Rather than considering the role of a witch in terms of use, he first cared about the other party's feelings, which was probably why Nightingale chose to support him unreservedly.
Looking back now, fortunately, they finally believed Nightingale's judgment.
Thinking of this, Wendy couldn't help grinning. She filled her glass and held it up in front of the scroll, "I wish we found a good king."
The latter smiled and raised his glass and gently touched her, "Well, Jingsheng Mountain."
"Ah... Empty," Wendy wanted to continue pouring it, only to find that a bottle of Chaos Drink had been completely drank by the two of them.
"Shall I go back and get my bottle?" Scroll also seemed a little unfinished.
"No, since it's an old rule, you have to abide by it," she waved her hand and took out a new bottle of drink from the other drawer. "But next time, I won't knock on the door so quickly."
"Wait, this is... Nightingale's, right?"
"Ah, she wouldn't mind."
The two raised their glasses again, on this warm and wonderful night.