Seeing the knight take the order, Roland returned to the table, "You can heal small animals, why do you think witches are evil?"

"The teacher said that witches can do things that ordinary people can't, and sometimes it doesn't seem bad, but it's a trap set by the devil to lure more people......" The girl's voice lowered, "I, I've never seen a devil, I swear." ”

"Of course you haven't seen it, it's just a lie from the church, and your teacher is one of those who have been deceived," Roland reassured.

"The church liars?" Nanawa opened her mouth wide, "Why?"

Roland shook his head, not explaining. Even if he did, they wouldn't understand. When civilization has not yet developed to a certain extent, such strange things will always happen. Without even the need for profit, people automatically attribute natural disasters, man-made disasters, or incomprehensible phenomena to imaginary masterminds - historically, most of the blame has been borne by women.

In this world, witches are more likely to be targeted by the Church when they have tangible powers of unknown origin. If you think about it, there is no way that the church will let this vision go unchecked. Either make all witches holy and call them God's gifts, or hunt them down and call them the devil's spokesmen. However, once the former is chosen, the majesty of monotheism is dealt a great blow - because the appearance of witches has nothing to do with the church. If the churches that believe in other gods also canonize witches as saints, and everyone is the chosen one, then whose god is the only true God?

The premise for the coexistence of polytheism is that the gods are real and can check each other. Since God does not exist, it is all a fictitious marker made up by mouth, so why should the other party be allowed to share the world? Therefore, any monotheistic religion will claim that it believes in the true God, and for the infidels, there is only one way to go, and that is physical annihilation. In the same way, they can only choose the latter, and spare no effort to fight witches.

It's not about preference, it's just about profit.

There was a live chicken in the castle's kitchen, and it was fluttering and kicking when the knight came with its wings.

Nanava was stunned by what happened, and Roland pulled a silver knife from his waist, let the knight grasp it and stabbed it at the chicken. After stabbing it, let Nanava come up to treat it, and then continue in a different way after it is cured...... And so on and so forth.

When the chicken, which had been tossed for a long time, finally died, Roland had a general idea of Nanawa's abilities.

She can heal broken areas, including cuts, fractures, and bruises. If the part is completely missing, such as after cutting off the chicken claws, she will not be able to make them grow new claws. However, if you connect the broken claw and then use the ability, you can make the broken claw intact. In the end, there was no way for her to reverse life and death, and once the chicken died, her treatment was ineffective.

Roland didn't see the "slimy water" she described during the whole treatment, she simply put her hand on the chicken's wound, and the wound healed with a speed that was visible to the naked eye. After a series of experiments, Nanawa's physical exertion was not large, at least not as sweaty as Anna was when she trained.

The only one who was dissatisfied was Nanava herself, who felt that this treatment of the chickens was too much, so much so that she kept pouting and glaring at Roland until the end of the experiment.

"Okay, stop staring, let's have something to eat," Roland had to use the trick of "summoning afternoon tea" to distract her. It's a tried-and-true trick against Anna, who thinks few girls of her age can resist the temptation of delicious desserts. And it turns out that Nanawa doesn't perform much better than the former in front of fine pastries.

After eating the pastry, Roland ordered Nanava to be sent away. Anna asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you leave her behind? She's a witch just like me, right?"

"She still has a family, and her family hasn't found out she's a witch at the moment. ”

Anna whispered, "It's just a matter of time or time." ”

"Yes, sooner or later," Roland sighed, "so it's a little late." You...... Do you miss your father?"

She shook her head, her eyes as calm as the surface of a lake without a wave. It seems that being betrayed by her own father has completely disappointed her. But without relatives, she will still have friends.

"Nanawa will come here often, in fact, I plan to let her come here every two days to practice her skills. ”

Hearing this, she blinked her eyes and nodded quickly.

"Do you want to be like her, to go back to Teacher Carl's academy and study with the other children?"

Anna didn't answer, but he felt like he heard the other person's heart.

"This won't last long...... As long as I'm here, you'll be able to live like ordinary people, and no one will take you and send you to the gallows wherever you go. This day will come," Roland said word for word, "I promise." ”

Since Karl Van Burt took over the project, the fourth prince Roland has suddenly been idle.

He spends every afternoon in the castle garden, practicing with Anna or Nanawa. Now that Anna doesn't need to bring extra clothes to train, she can handle them even with flames on every finger without accidentally igniting her witch hat like she did before.

Nanawa also changed into a witch uniform of the same style, and although she was reluctant to practice it, she still pouted and honestly did it for the sake of afternoon tea. Watching the two witches dangling in the courtyard, the evil taste in Roland's heart was greatly satisfied.

Occasionally, he would go to the foot of the northern slope to see the progress of the project, and after more than two weeks of construction, the city wall had been repaired for about 100 meters. In the days when there was no theodolite, Karl instructed the craftsmen to use a wooden pole to determine the distance and straightness at the same time every day, based on the shadow of the sun. A watchtower is set up every ten poles to stabilize the city wall.

Such a large-scale employment naturally attracted the attention of the nobles of the town, but they did not make any movement except to ask Barov about the situation, as if this matter had nothing to do with them. Roland didn't care about this at all, these people's family businesses were in Changge Fortress, and they definitely wouldn't stay here to help him guard the border town. He could even imagine the gang laughing at themselves as they got together in private.

Not only aristocrats, but also merchants. Merchants who had been buying animal skins in the border towns in previous years had begun to set off for the fortress one after another, seeing that there was nothing to buy this time. The dissatisfaction with returning empty-handed was naturally vented on the ruler Roland. The myth that Roland Wimbleton, the fourth prince of the Grey Castle, was building before the arrival of the Demon Moon, is simply stupid and ignorant, has spread along the Chishui River.

At this time, I am afraid that no one thinks that he can hold this town, and most people even have no hope of thinking about it. After all, the impression left by the fourth prince does not include the courage to fight. No matter what he's tossing, he's going to have to take refuge in the fortress in the end.

In this way, in the midst of everyone's discussions, Roland ushered in the first winter after the crossing.