As Wendy recounts, the next morning, after the witches were summoned by the maids to the first floor for breakfast, the prince handed each of them a fine piece of parchment. Considering that some witches could not read the text, the scroll retold the contents for everyone. This is followed by a signature, which is pressed by the fingerprint.

Roland knew that it was difficult for them to truly understand the meaning of each line of the contract, but it didn't matter, they would always understand it after a long time. He also knew that even if it was a deed of sale, they would sign their names at this moment. Roland didn't feel that offering a relatively lenient treaty was an act of disadvantage, and since he chose to take this path, he had to look a little further. What he is doing now is to form a good cycle in the future, a win-win framework that can be implemented in the long run.

After collecting the contract, Roland arranged everyone's training tasks one by one according to the plan he had made last night, and then called Shangye, Shujuan and Zoroa back to the office with him.

Closing the door, Nightingale figured herself and winked at the sisters.

"I've been thinking about what Wendy told me yesterday," Roland pulled back the curtains to let the bright sunlight inside, "and she said that you encountered terrible monsters, and in the end only seven survived. Even Hakara, the mentor of the Aid Society, died in the wilderness. I want to know, what the hell have happened to you, mixed beasts?"

Ye Zi spoke first, "It's not an evil beast, they are devils from the gates of hell, they have a tall body, they can drive evil beasts, and they have magical powers, just like ......" she hesitated, "just like us." ”

"Devil?" Roland frowned and looked at Zoroa, "Were you there?"

The latter nodded.

"You can draw the scene, right?" Roland handed over a piece of paper.

Zoroya closed her eyes, looking a little pained, but she still took the paper. Walk over to the table.

As she exercised her ability, the quill pen appeared in her hand, the tip of which was flowing with colorful light, and then flew out of her hand, swiping quickly on the paper. A vivid picture gradually emerged on the paper, and Zoroya never opened her eyes.

Roland approached the table. The pattern on the paper was very real - no, he told himself, it was not a painting, but a real-time shot of the scene. Her ability is like a camera, recreating the carnage of the Savage Lands from a first-person perspective.

By the time the painting was finished, Zoroya's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and it was clear that the memory was a nightmare for her.

The nightingale also leaned over at this time, "Is this the devil?"

"That's them," Leaf pointed to the one closest to the point of view. "This metal-gloved devil can summon lightning attacks and is so powerful that more than half of his sisters have died at his hands. The devil in the distance can throw a spear several times faster than a crossbow arrow. However, none of their special attacks can be used continuously, so I took this opportunity to kill them. ”

"Are you alone?" asked Roland.

"That tube under the beast's helmet is the devil's weakness," the leaf pointed to the neck of the Devil with the Iron Hand, "Hakara's snake of magic bit off his tube and died with him." I use the same method. Killed the other with a crossbow. There seems to be some red gas stored in the tube, after the gas leaks. They're going to die. ”

Well, this thing looks like an oxygen tank, how could there be such a creature in the wasteland? But to say that they are aliens is obviously not to reach that level. Look at the leather tube full of patches, and the clothes made of animal skins, the level of civilization can only be said to be on par with your own side.

Whether it's with technology or magic. Being able to take the initiative to go to other planets shows its strength in itself - earthlings are even faltering to the moon.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some strange civilizations with crooked talents. All in all, Roland thought, the "devil" is not an invincible enemy. They can also be killed.

"In addition to the devil, we also saw a city floating in the air," said Ye Zi again, "no matter how far we go towards it, it is still ahead of us, and the lightning has mentioned in her adventures, it seems to be a mirage." ”

"Can you draw it?" asked Roland.

She nodded, and summoned the Magic Pen again, drawing on the paper the floating city that the leaf spoke of.

Roland looked at the picture carefully, and there was not much information in the blurred scene, if the city was really a mirage, then at least it meant that its real body was somewhere in the wilderness. And the blood mist that filled the sky over the city was the gas that the devil breathed. This explanation is much more reliable than the alien theory, after all, the vast continent west of the Desperate Mountains is a mysterious area that no one has set foot in, and it is not surprising that other races exist.

Now there was only one last question, "I've heard both Nightingale and Wendy mention that Hakara decided to find the Holy Mountain because of an ancient book," Roland asked, "Scroll, have you read that book?"

The scroll hesitated for a moment, "Hakara doesn't allow anyone to read the book, but...... I peeked a little bit. The text written in it is confusing, and ...... Incredible. ”

"Can you make a copy of it? Let me see. ”

"None of that is true, Your Highness, the non-existence of the Holy Mountain has proven it," she sighed and raised her right hand, "I hope you don't be fooled by the contents of the book." ”

A gold-rimmed book appeared in mid-air, the cover spread out to either side, the pages flipped rapidly, and then closed with a thud and fell into her hand. "Your Highness, I wish you were the only one watching. I don't want to see the other sisters become like Hakara. ”

Roland took the book, "I see." ”

After the witches left the office, the nightingale quietly appeared next to the sofa chair. As usual, she lifted her robe, rested her feet on the low table, and chewed on the dried fish slices.

"Don't you want to come and see?" Roland asked with a smile.

Nightingale scoffed, "I'm not interested in what madmen love to see." ”

He shook his head, sat back down at his desk, and carefully turned the pages as if the book were truly magical.

Much of the content, as the book says, is jerky and difficult to understand, and it seems that writing and grammar are not the common way of doing now. The text mentions the blood-dripping red moon and the huge stone gate, but the word "holy mountain" is not seen. In fact, except for the occasional word that makes me understand, I can't read anything else at all—to sum it up: I know every word, and I can't understand it at all. I don't know if it's because of the lack of content due to the panic peeking at the book, or if it's because the book itself is recorded in this way.

Roland skipped over the lengthy passages and flipped straight back. A rather heavy book has only the first few pages of content, and the rest is all blank. From the last page, the handwriting suddenly changed, and the previous neat writing became sloppy, like an essay written in a hurry, but the content was clear and clear.

The first line of the handwriting reads, "We failed. Mortals cannot defeat the devil. (To be continued.) )