All curtains were drawn down and the fireplace was roaring with flames, keeping the interior at a comfortable temperature.
Unlike Anna, who spends her coming-of-age days, Nana is awake. In order to ensure that she can quickly gather energy before the pain comes, everyone accompanies her to tell stories, or play some simple games, so that she does not fall asleep.
Roland also performed a few coin tricks, which surprised everyone, especially Nana, who stared straight at Roland's hands.
The magic of this era is still at the stage of acrobatic juggling. As far as Roland has seen in the palace, there are flute and snake dancing, flames breathing, and slate on the chest. Compared with later generations, he is more specialized in blindfolding and fingers. The small magic ratio of skill is obviously inferior.
Finally, Lightning recounts her sailing experience, and her father, Thunder, traveled between islands and fjords, crossed whirlpools and reefs, and hunted deep-water giant sharks and octopuses. Although he knew that most of them were made up, everyone listened with great interest, and even Roland was deeply involved. In the picture he imagined, those sailboats became iron-clad battleships, galloping on the vast ocean and arriving in the new continent. .
In fact, he did not understand the historical process of this world very much, and the records with a clear age were all over 450 years ago. Recalling what the prince learned from the court tutor, he didn't mention the reason. Maybe this guy didn't pay attention to the class at all, he thought. There are no archives or libraries in Border Town. After taking the Changge Fortress, I will find a few learned people to ask.
When Lightning finished telling the adventure story, Roland couldn't help yawning. He looked at Nightingale, who shook his head, indicating that the magic power had not changed. Not having an accurate timing tool is so inconvenient, it's impossible to tell how long they've been waiting. Roland poured himself a glass of warm water, sat down and continued to wait.
But gradually, everyone noticed something was wrong. This period of time was too long. Nana was yawning and she was about to fall asleep. Nightingale also became anxious. The girl's forehead, while staring at the operation of the magic in her body.
Roland picked up the cup, only to find that the water had been drained. He walked over to the fireplace and took the kettle to refill himself, and as he passed the window he couldn't help but lift the curtains and glance to see if the snow had changed. As the heavy curtain fabric opened a small slit, a ray of light came in.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a hint of fish belly white in the dark sky.
"Look!" Roland pulled the whole curtain back, and everyone was startled by his shout and turned around. Looking at the faint light in the distance, everyone realized that a new day has come.
Nana passed the day of the magical backlash peacefully.
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Roland stretched back to the bedroom and found that there were two more people in the room.
Nightingale and Wendy.
There was no trace of sleepiness on their faces, only excitement.
"You really confirm that Nana's 'date' is today—no, it was last night? "Roland asked.
"Yes, but the changes at that time were very subtle. I thought the critical moment of backlash had not yet arrived," Nightingale affirmed, "Your Highness, your statement is correct! As long as the magic power is continuously released, its total amount will continue to increase. , but the physical pain will be reduced. If you can maintain a certain amount of training every day, all witches have a good chance of living to adulthood!"
"In the entire Greycastle Kingdom, only your territory can allow witches to unfettered their abilities. In a sense, this is the holy mountain for witches," Wendy continued, "I want to beg you to let the witches as much as possible. Many witches know this news, let the sisters come to the sanctuary as soon as possible. I think they will be willing to serve you."
"That's what I originally planned," Roland nodded. "When the Moon of Demons is over, the people will have a certain degree of understanding and contact with witches. At that time, I will arrange for someone to spread the news - with rumors. You should know that I can't recruit witches with great fanfare, that would cause uproar in the country," he paused for a moment, "unless the Church dies, or I take the throne."
"Then I'm willing to help you ascend to the throne," Wendy seemed to be waiting for this sentence, she knelt down without hesitation and swore her allegiance. It can be seen that her movements are not proficient, and it seems that she is now learning and selling. But Roland didn't care about these details, he still accepted the other party's allegiance like he treated Nightingale.
After getting up, Wendy smiled at Nightingale, "How am I doing?"
The latter pouted, "reluctantly."
Roland shook his head helplessly, "Since that's the case, let's go to bed earlier, I haven't closed my eyes all night."
"Your Highness, I have another request," Wendy, who had just stood up, knelt down again.
"You said," Roland put away his smile and asked seriously. It is not easy to answer the question that the other party makes such a gesture.
"I want to go back to camp again."
"Wendy!" Nightingale looked at the other in surprise, the latter's eyes were full of determination.
"I don't know if they found the holy mountain, maybe they did, maybe they didn't. I hope to be able to go to the Extremis Mountains after the end of the demon month. If Hakara doesn't find the holy mountain, they should return to the mountain."
"This situation is the most dangerous," Roland frowned. "Your respected mentor attacked you regardless of friendship."
"If she really wanted to kill me, I'd be dead," Wendy said, "the serpent she summoned was "pain," not "death." I may not be able to bring back much, not even a single person, but I can at least tell the sisters the news. As long as they unleash their magic power every day, they don't have to suffer that terrible pain. Speaking of this, her voice became extremely soft, "Your Highness, as long as you treat witches with kindness as always, my life belongs to you, and naturally you will not give up easily." I will protect myself. I beg you to promise me. "
Roland fell silent. For safety reasons, he should reject Wendy. But he also knew what this kind of request meant to the other party—if there was a chance to save more witches, she would be willing to take the risk. If she refuses, she may obey her orders, but the lost sisters will leave permanent scars in her heart.
"I promise you," Roland finally nodded, "but I have to wait two months after the end of the month of demons, and I will go with Lightning. I will give you a musket for your own protection, and... God's Stone of Retribution. Lightning is in Support from a distance, and you wear the Retaliation Stone to negotiate with them. That way Hakkara or other witches can't hurt you with their abilities."
"Your Highness, please let me accompany her!" Nightingale said.
"No, Veronica. Your Highness's safety is much more important than mine. He is the hope of all witches," Wendy shook her head and smiled, "Protect him well."