He didn't expect that the other party's questioning was actually digging a hole for himself, and the source of this pit was still buried when he was writing various books. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that when the average person is first exposed to such a large and complex amount of information, it is extremely difficult to understand it, and it is impossible to notice the flaws in it - as a natural science that studies the nature of all things in the world, it is absolutely inconceivable that the word magic is not mentioned from beginning to end.

And Roland himself completely left the memory of the fourth prince behind, except for the first month of the time travel, he consciously imitated each other, and never thought about it since. The minister did not dare to question it to his face, and he did not need to hide himself in front of the witch, and he became more and more unscrupulous.

But Tilly isn't your average witch.

In addition to being the younger sister of the Fourth Prince, she is also a transcendent.

Not only did he read all the books in a short period of time, but he also keenly noticed this irregularity, and the clarity of logical thinking was no less than that of a modern person after universal education. Not only that, but she used questions to guide her own opinions, and the two corroborated each other, almost making herself indisputable.

The Great Crisis.

Roland's mind was racing, but he couldn't think of any feasible way to respond, for those who could see this, any far-fetched explanation would only exacerbate the other party's doubts, and a lie would need more lies to make up, and the loopholes would only increase.

In the midst of an awkward silence, Tilly spoke again, this time her voice much softer, "You don't have to rush to tell me the answer, it's late today, I'll go back to the Witch's Mansion first, and you can rest early, Your Highness." ”

"Ah...... Hmm," Roland looked at the gray-haired woman in a daze, not knowing what was going on in her wandering pupils, and for a moment forgot to get up to see her off.

Tilly paused as she walked to the office door and turned back to him, "I can trust you, right?"

If it was usual, Roland would definitely pat his chest without hesitation and say yes, but at this time, he found that he couldn't easily say the promise, and finally just nodded slowly.

When the door was closed, the nightingale exclaimed, "She's gone." ”

"Why do you look so sorry?" Roland glared at her angrily.

"I feel like I'm almost going to know where you really came from," Nightingale stuck out her tongue unconcernedly, "why didn't she ask more?"

"Because she didn't want to end up being a friend," the prince sighed.

"What?"

"No...... It's nothing," Roland leaned back in his chair, only to feel the slightest chill coming from behind him. Tilly's performance can be called impeccable, she didn't push herself too hard, just because as an ally of Sleepy Isle, Bordertown is undoubtedly the most powerful partner, and in the current situation of the great enemy, allies are more important than the truth of identity. If the alliance breaks down because of this issue, it won't be good news for the Sleeping Isle Witches.

That's why Tilly chooses to leave after asking questions, leaving herself with a buffer time, but that doesn't mean she doesn't need an answer, and if she keeps dragging it out and waits until the threat of foreign enemies is lifted, she will also lose the trust of the other party. Now that she's put the move down, it's her turn to respond.

But Roland couldn't have revealed the real news to Tilly, at least not for now - Anna and Nightingale weren't a big problem, they had known each other since the beginning, but Tilly was the sister of the Fourth Prince, and he had to keep the news in his heart until he knew what she really thought about the Fourth Prince.

Shaking his head and putting these troublesome things aside, Roland looked at the nightingale, "You also heard the conversation just now, I plan to let you and Maisie and Lightning go over and inquire about the situation, how about it?"

"Of course, no problem, Your Highness. ”

"It's not as simple as talking...... Seriously, I'm a little worried about you. He slowed his voice.

"Ah...... What can't be put down, can't be put down," Nightingale's voice suddenly became a little jerky, "I—I'm fine, even if I tie her up—"

"That's what I can't let go of!" Roland said as he knocked on the table, "What do you mean by tying her up, I'm afraid she'll tear our hearts apart! It doesn't matter if she refuses, don't threaten them - as a witch, she's no stranger to you. ”

"Uh...... That's it?" she said disappointed.

"That's all there has to do with witches," Roland pouted, "In addition, you also need to cooperate with lightning to record the surrounding environment, city defense facilities, patrols and garrison arrangements of Falling Dragon Ridge, and then return as soon as possible." ”

The nightingale muttered in response.

"Finally," he paused, "to keep yourself safe, that's all that matters." ”

"Here, another glass of ale!"

"Hey, isn't the porridge hot yet?"

"It's coming, it's coming, it's waiting!"

Otto Lossy walked into the tavern called the Trumpeter Underground and was surrounded by a loud noise, the roaring fire dispelling the chill, and the dull smell of sourness and body odor blowing over his face, making him frown slightly. As an aristocrat, Otto rarely set foot in cheap folk establishments, and was not accustomed to drinking close to people, and if it wasn't for an appointment with a mouse, he would never have visited this alley tavern in the outer city.

Following the rules of the place, he quickly found his target—a thin, slender man wearing a hood sitting in a corner of the tavern, with no candles on the table, half of his body hidden in the darkness. In the other party's hand, there was a small piece of white bone.

Otto walked over to the man and sat down, "Salute the skull fingers." ”

"You don't have any wine, what do you pay for? ”

"By the measure of all things. He spoke in code.

The other shrugged, "Just call me a hood, I heard that you are here to inquire about the news?"

Otto nodded, and during the long period when Tifeko did not give an answer, he did not sit idle, but asked around for information about the rebellion against the king, which was obviously a force to be reckoned with to make the king still firmly occupy the western lands after more than half a year on the throne, and to make Tifeko helpless.

If you want to get as much information as possible, dealing with rats is the quickest way.

This was already the sixth rat he had met, and the news he had received so far shocked Otto that the legendary traitor, Roland Wimbuton, the fourth son of Wimbledon III, not only did not show any signs of decadence, but even challenged the new king, claiming that sooner or later he would take the initiative and remove Tifecole from the throne.

And the man didn't just say it, he did—despite Tifeko's best efforts to conceal the news, Otto was aware of the strangeness of the collapse of the royal capital's buildings, and if all this information was true, the value of an alliance with Tifeko was highly questionable. He had to figure it all out in order to avoid the Dawn Kingdom from falling into trouble.

"That's right," said Otto Losi, "I want to know what happened three months ago with the loud noise and the collapse of the palace of the royal city. ”

. (To be continued.) )