Ever since the five Sleeping Island witches arrived in Frontier Town, Roland had been in a state of excitement, and after the dinner, he found himself lying in bed and unable to fall asleep, so he had to get up and drink half a glass of liquor, forcing his body to fall asleep. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

By the next day, when the summer cicadas in the courtyard began to chirp, he had already regained consciousness. Refreshed, I climbed out of bed, washed up and walked into the office—the sky was just white, and the first rays of morning light poured evenly through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Roland looked around, but he didn't see the familiar figure of the past, if he usually pushed the door in, he could always see the nightingale lying on the chair, revealing a lazy appearance. He couldn't help but smile slightly, sat down at the table, took out the notepad from the drawer, and began to plan the next witch training plan.

Helping newcomers get acquainted with the environment and integrate into the group will naturally have Wendy and Books to do, and what he has to do is to launch a sugar-coated cannonball offensive so that the visiting witches can enjoy the unique comfort of this place. You don't have to leave the other party in the border town to be successful, even if you go back, it's an excellent propaganda for your territory.

When the sun was fully rising, Nightingale finally appeared in the office, "Oh, you woke up so early today, are you really like Lily said, you can't hold back the new witch?"

"What nonsense," Roland smiled, placing a bag of dried fish on the table, "How was your new sister last night?"

"Sisters?" she pouted, "don't trust them too much. ”

"What's wrong?"

Nightingale reached out and hooked up the bag, and one turned back to sit back on the chaise longue, "The witch named Sylvie, half of her ten sentences are lies, and if they are not serious enough to have bad intentions, they must have hidden a lot of caution. ”

"Hmm...... Understandable," Roland said nonchalantly, "probably she wanted to see if I was really Roland Wimbleton." ”

"What?" the nightingale was slightly stunned.

"If your relative's temperament changes drastically, you must also wonder if he has been replaced or controlled, right?" he laughed, "I guess that's how Tilly sees me, in the royal capital, I am famous for being idle, uneducated, and afraid of evil, how could I stand up and protect witches?"

In fact, no bad comment is too much to describe the fourth prince, and he also turned to this in his childhood memory: the fourth prince accidentally broke several crystal glass jars while playing in the palace, and in order to avoid punishment, he not only put the blame on Tilly Wimblington, but also faked the scene and threw his six or seven-year-old sister into the glass shards. With this kind of black history, it's no wonder that others are not impressed. Now it's normal to suspect that the brother who has changed his temperament is no longer himself, and anyone will want to explore it.

"I'd like to know what you say," asked Nightingale, curiously, "and are you really Roland Wimbledon?"

"I am and I am not. Roland said.

She was stunned for a moment, "Why does the ability tell me that this sentence is true?"

"Because that's just the way it is. "Nightingale's ability can only discern deliberate lies, and he doesn't think he's lying.

"......" She frowned and thought for a long time, and finally held her forehead and decided to give up thinking, "Forget it, I'd better go and ask Anna directly in the future." Either way, you just need to be the Roland I'm familiar with. ”

"Of course, I've always been me since I met you. Roland smiled.

After breakfast, the five witches of Sleepy Island are taken to the office by Wendy.

"Good morning, Your Highness. The five bowed their heads and saluted.

"Relax, I'm not a very polite person, you can call me the same way you call Tilly. Roland waved his hand, "I won't arrange any work for you in the first week, the main thing is to familiarize yourself with the environment and life of the town." Feel free to visit the Frontier Towns, and no one will speak ill of you for being witches, or try to capture you for a reward—I've expelled the Church from the West, so it's as much a land of freedom as the Isle of Sleep. ”

"I think you all know the reason for the mana phage, so you can't leave the necessary practice behind. There are no restrictions on the hours of the day, just don't forget to come back for lunch, and after dinner there will be elementary education classes including literacy and literacy, as well as simple math and nature knowledge. Tilly may have mentioned to you that witches' abilities can be further enhanced in addition to their adult days, so it is necessary to master this knowledge, and if you are interested, you can come and listen to the lessons with the small town witches. ”

"Plus, you'll be paid a golden dragon every month, as well as weekends and paid time off - if you don't understand, ask Wendy about it. In short, your daily life is the same as that of the League of Witches, the Sleepy Island is the home of witches, and the same is true of Frontier Town. Roland paused, "Then let's test the ability first, Tilly's description in the letter is not too clear, I want to see it with my own eyes." It's not convenient to play here, let's change to a spacious place. ”

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness, I have something for you. Sylvie began.

"What is it?"

She opened the package in her hand and placed a few yellowed pieces of parchment and a letter on the table, "Lord Tilly found these papers in the ruins of a fjord, and all the words she wanted to ask you were written on this letter. ”

Roland opened the envelope suspiciously, the letter was not long, he quickly saw the end, but the content of the account set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

An artificial stone island that sleeps at the bottom of the sea, the unpredictable ebb and flow of the tide, a goggle that still works after hundreds of years, and a stone gate built on top of a cliff...... It's unbelievable, why there are such strange ruins in the fjord, and Tilly's inquiry at the end makes his back tingle - a few glances at the parchment reveal that the words are indeed familiar.

"Bring the scroll quickly," Roland commanded the Nightingale.

The scroll quickly made her way back to the castle from the town hall, and the prince frowned as she summoned the Book of Magic.

The holy books that Hakhara had brought out of the ruins of the eastern forests were identical to those found in the ruins of the fjord! Tilly's suspicions in the letter were confirmed, that these ancient ruins were all written by the same people.

If the church built all of this, why did it abandon them all? And not only these magnificent buildings, but even the records of 450 years ago have been erased. What exactly are they trying to hide?

The scorching sun of the summer season could not make Roland feel a trace of warmth, he only felt a faint chill rising from the soles of his feet, eerie and cold.

Is the stone tower that Lightning found in the Hidden Forest also related to these ruins? and the Evil Beast, the Devil, and the Holy City of Tachira...... What happened four hundred and fifty years ago? Roland felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. (To be continued.) )