There was an additional shed in the back garden of the castle, which was covered with wooden planks, leaving only two holes for windows.

In the center of the shed is a square pool made of green bricks, about three meters long and wide, filled with loess. After adding an appropriate amount of water, it is not only incombustible, but also has a certain plasticity, and can be dug out with a small shovel to create an ideal shape. There were also a few iron ingots piled on top of the loess - which Carter Lannis had dragged from the blacksmith's shop.

There was a well next to the pool, and it was precisely because of this that Roland took a fancy to this that he asked someone to erect a shed here.

But it's still too basic for a lab. He shook his head, what he had cobbled together in one night was certainly not ideal. The official workshop will not be able to start construction until Barov has collected information.

"How's it going? Did you sleep well yesterday?"

He turned around, looked at Anna with a blank face, and asked with a smile.

The witch looked like she did in prison now—her long linen shawl hair was soft and shiny after careful washing, her skin was untended but younger, and the pale freckles on the bridge of her nose added a youthful vitality. Her figure was still emaciated, her slender body seemed to fall down with a push, but her cheeks were already ruddy, and the bruises and strangulation marks on her neck were much lighter than yesterday. Roland suspects that the magic not only gives the witches magical powers, but also improves their physical fitness. At least in terms of recovery, Anna is much faster than the average person.

"I should have given you a few more days of rest after going through so many terrible things, but the time is really short, so I have to wait until I compensate you later. Roland circled around the girl, "Does this dress still fit?"

The clothes Anna was wearing were exactly what he had carefully selected from a variety of options - to satisfy his bad tastes. The ironworker's full-body protective suit was too heavy for her. Although the mage robe in the game looks tall, its movement is restricted at every turn, and the corners of the robe are easily stained with sparks and turned into ashes. As for maid outfits, hey, is there anything more suitable than this?

Even if there is no real maid costume in this world, it is not a big problem, and the maid work clothes have already had the prototype of the maid costume in later generations. So Roland directly asked Tyre to cut his suit according to Anna's body shape, shorten the skirt, change the long sleeves to short sleeves, change the round neck into a folded collar, and then tie the bow, and the new witch uniform was baked.

Paired with a peaked witch hat (made-to-order), black boots (ready-made), and a short cape that doesn't reach the knee (made-to-order), a character who has only been seen in movies before stands in front of Roland so vividly.

"Your Highness, you ...... What do you need me to do?"

Anna couldn't keep up with the big man in front of her, and she felt like she was losing the ability to think. When she was in a bag and dragged away in the dungeon, she thought that this cursed life would soon be freed. But when she took off her hood, Anna found that instead of a gallows or a guillotine, she saw a large, palatial house. Then a crowd of people poured in, undressing and bathing her. From the underarms to the toes, there is no place that is not wiped clean.

Then came the change of clothes, she didn't expect that someone would need to serve her clothes, and she didn't expect the clothes to be so comfortable - they were so soft against her body that she couldn't feel a trace of friction.

The last to come in was an old man with a gray beard, who ordered everyone to stand back and lay a contract in front of her. At this moment, she realized that it was the fourth prince of the kingdom who said that she was hired in the prison, and the words of hiring were not a joke. The contract clearly states that if she works for the prince, she will be paid a golden dragon every month.

Anna knew what a golden dragon meant, and his father worked all day in the mines, and his salary was determined by the amount of ore produced, and the harvest was no more than a silver wolf at the best of times. And a hundred silver wolves can be exchanged for a golden dragon, which depends on whether the silver wolf is sufficient.

So, what is her job, to sleep with the prince? Anna had indeed heard the maids whisper this while bathing, but she did not think she was worth the price. The blood corrupted by the devil, the unclean who willingly degenerate...... Anyone who knows her true identity will only avoid it, and even if the prince's curiosity is so strong that even the devil is not afraid, he doesn't need to pay her anything.

No one came looking for her that night, and she fell asleep—the softest bed Anna had ever slept in, so much so that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down. When I woke up the next day, it was noon, and lunch was brought to my room, bread, cheese and a steak. She was clearly planning to die—what would someone who had decided to give up her life have to remember the world? But after putting the steak in her mouth, Anna couldn't help but burst into tears.

The gravy and pepper melted in her mouth, and the thick spicy flavor mixed with a hint of sweetness repeatedly hit her taste buds until she swallowed it...... She suddenly felt that there was still something beautiful in this world.

If you can eat this kind of food every day, even when the demon eats the body, you will have more courage to resist, right?

Standing in this wooden shed that neither looked like a dormitory nor a cage, she secretly made up her mind. Since the other party needs it, she is willing to give it a try whether she wears such strange clothes or summons incredible power. So she asked again, only this time without hesitation.

"Your Highness, what do you need me to do?

"For now, you have to control your power and practice it over and over again until you can send and receive it freely. ”

"You mean the devil—"

"No, no, Miss Anna," Roland interrupted, "is your strength. ”

The witch blinked her pretty blue eyes.

"Most people in the world are prejudiced against you, believing that witches' power comes from the devil and is extremely evil. Actually, they're wrong," Roland crouched down, looking at each other level, "and you don't think so, do you?"

He remembered Anna's chuckle in the dungeon, how could a man who thought himself evil could have such a mocking laugh?

"I've never hurt anyone with it," she whispered, "except for the robber." ”

"It's not a fault to resist abuse, you're doing the right thing. People fear you because they don't know you - they know that training makes a strong warrior, but they don't know how to become a witch. Unknown forces are always scary. ”

"You're not scared at all," Anna said.

"Because I know it belongs to you," Roland laughed, "and if that robber had such incredible power, I wouldn't dare stand in front of him." ”

"Alright, let's get started," he said.