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Outside the window, the snow grew heavier again, and snowflakes the size of fingernails scattered from the sky, and as far as the eye could see, the sky above the town was full of their figures. The gray-white elves fluttering in the wind and falling densely to the earth with the white roofs and branches of the pen &www.biquge.info amp; fun & pavilion will make people feel cold.

But the more this happened, the warmer Tilly felt.

She leaned back in a chaise longue, half of her body covered in a soft blanket, and her feet were in the barrel of fire—a handy heating device from Roland Wimbleton's invention, a boxy barrel flush with a chair and a charcoal brazier separated by a horizontal wooden fence. It's not like a roaring campfire, it's easy to get burned if it's too close, and it doesn't feel much heat when it's far away. If you put your feet on the wooden fence, you can enjoy the warmth of the charcoal fire up close, and when you cover yourself with a quilt, your whole body will feel as if you are surrounded by warmth.

The heavy snow outside the window brings out the comfort of the house, and the happiness generated by the contrast is probably impressive.

I have to say that the treatment of witches here is completely heaven and earth as a year ago, and it is not difficult to understand that she does not want to leave when she comes to the town, because even she herself enjoys this moment.

In addition to her, there are Anna and Agatha in the room, which was originally Anna's bedroom, and Tilly would come to the door with books whenever she had free time to ask each other what they were puzzled about. At first, it was just the two of them, and now there is an ancient witch who has awakened from the ruins. Anna simply moved the fire bucket from the table to the empty part of the room, and asked Roland to add two chaise longues, around which the three of them sat with their feet leaning against each other, studying the eye-opening novelty together.

More often than not, of course, they just asked, and Anna answered.

"It's hard to believe that such a book is from a mortal," Agatha took a deep breath as she closed the Foundations of Natural Science, "and the more I looked, the more I felt that the world seemed to be like this, that there were laws hidden in all the chaos, and that everything followed the same rules." Even if he was born in Tachira, the Federation would inevitably include him, and maybe he could have the same status as the High Witches. ”

At first, she raised many questions about the contents of the book, but with Anna's careful answers, Agatha's attitude towards Roland has changed dramatically.

However, Tilly believed that the change was only for Roland, and that the other mortals were still stupid in their eyes.

Thinking of this, she could not help but sigh, only she knew that none of this knowledge belonged to Roland Wimbrandton, but to another person, a person who suddenly appeared in his mind.

After these days of getting along and Sylvie's corroboration, Tilly basically confirmed this statement. But in this way, proving that he is still him has become an unattainable thing. And the most suspicious thing is that he really doesn't know where these memories come from or who they belong to? It's hard to believe that memories can be completely separated from his life, at least not himself. As long as you recall the knowledge taught by the court tutor in your mind, you will always have a flashing of relevant fragments at that time.

"Where did he get all this knowledge?" said Egtha, "I thought that mortal studies had reached such depth, but these few days seem to be not much different from four hundred years ago—even a little behind. ”

"I don't know," Tilly shrugged, "I can't have learned it from the palace anyway." ”

"What kind of man was he before?

This question made Anna look up as well.

"Before...... Tilly muttered for a moment, "arrogant and timid, self-motivated, unlearned, and terrible...... Probably the only advantage is that he didn't use his status as a prince to do anything hurtful. ”

"Hmm...... mortal level?"

"No, he's a terrible fellow among mortals," she complained, "and even if he suddenly got better when he came here, it still didn't make it clear what he was thinking...... How is it possible to hold everything in his stomach and want others to believe him. ”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

"What's wrong?" Tilly thought the two of them were looking at each other strangely.

"No...... Nothing," Anna smiled, "it's the first time I've heard you say that. ”

Hell, she's just realizing she's gone too far, that this kind of complaint shouldn't come from an ally, probably because she's been too relaxed lately, "I mean—"

"It's okay, Your Highness doesn't care about this kind of thing," Anna shook her head and laughed, "probably he has his own troubles." ”

"Roland......" Tilly hesitated, "didn't I mention this to you?"

"No," said Anna disapprehantly, "I haven't asked, and if he wants to say it, he always says it." ”

Also, she sighed in her heart, for the other party, from the first time she saw the prince, it should be the changed Roland, and there was no point in considering this kind of problem.

"Listen to you, what did he do and what he is now?" asked Agatha with interest, "There is a saying in the Secret Society that the more extraordinary a person is, the more he has a quirk that is different from ordinary people, and perhaps this transformation is normal. Did Roland howl at the moon or stare at the wall for a long time when he was in the palace?"

"What kind of quirk is this...... Tilly shook her head helplessly, "He used to be no different from a normal person except for acting a little perversely. But...... I've also heard people mention that he once yelled in public at court class about marrying a witch, and it is probably because of this that Goron and Tifeko always tossed him in the name of purifying the devil's minions, and his father also disliked this behavior, and his personality became more and more stubborn. ”

"Being discriminated against for wanting to marry a witch?" Agatha pouted, "It's a great ideal in Tachira. Of course, there are very few who succeed, and most witches are not willing to spend their lives with only one man. ”

"But unlike we were four hundred years ago, if he marries a witch, he will not have children to inherit everything he has, how can a father be fond of such an idea? Tilly sighed, "But it's been more than a decade, and he's probably forgotten all the stupid things he said by now." ”

"Really?" said Anna, suddenly, "but he is still willing to marry a witch." ”

"Well, does he remember—wait," Tilly's eyes widened, "and you mean now?"

"Well," she chuckled softly, "His Highness Roland said it himself." ”

Tilly froze in place.

. (To be continued.) )