The fireplace flickered twice, then dimmed, and the nightingale took shape, filling it with a few more sticks of firewood. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 There was a crackling sound in the stove, and the flames suddenly brightened.

Roland looked at the elongated shadow of the cup and exhaled deeply. Tilly had been gone for a while, and he had been thinking back to their conversation to see if there was anything he could do to change the outcome, but he couldn't find the answer - trust is a wonderful thing, and nothing else has been successful except for the investment of time.

"So you can't do it," Nightingale patted the dust off her hands and walked over to sit back in her old place, "what did you say to her that day?"

"White lies," Roland leaned back in her chair, "and it was normal that she didn't want to believe it. He paused, "You used to say that you had a younger brother, if he suddenly became very different and insisted that he was still who he was, would you believe him?"

"You mean that innocent-looking guy who turned around and betrayed me?" Nightingale pouted, "In my opinion, he's basically the same as Mutation. ”

"Well, I shouldn't have mentioned that. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'm out of the Gülen family anyway, they're just strangers. She said disapprerovingly.

"She and I were like strangers," Roland sighed, "or rather, I didn't get along well with everyone in the palace. ”

"If you're bored, tell me about it. Nightingale smiled slightly, "I've always been curious about life in the palace, and I'm curious to know how bad your personality was at that time, and how bad your reputation could spread to Silverlight City. ”

"To be honest, I was much worse then than I am now," Roland couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, picking at the memories of the past and saying a few briefly, "probably from the moment she fell into the glass shard, she began to dislike me. ”

"Quite really...... Oops," she smacked, "but I don't think she hates you right now." ”

"Oh?" Roland raised an eyebrow, "You know that?"

"Surely, didn't she say a few words—and privately, I'd love to stay here and learn all that interesting knowledge," Nightingale imitated, "and it sounds like a comforting word, but the truth is that she wasn't lying." If you really hate it like you used to, you wouldn't want to stay here. ”

"Are you comforting me?" said Roland, laughing.

"If the facts are true," she shrugged, "and I think it's good to maintain the status quo." ”

"Why?"

"She promised to give the town a priority to provide witches and support you in your fight against the devil, so what difference does it make if you are not here. I'm going to be busy if all the Sleeping Island witches come in at once, and there are a few more Ash like Ash in there," Nightingale muttered, throwing a slice of dried fish into her mouth, "not everyone is as obedient as Maisie." ”

Roland couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Listening to you, you seem to have troubled the ashes?"

"Oh, no, how could I," said Nightingale, waving her hand, "only to keep an eye on her once in a while, in case she was against the members of the League of Witches." ”

"Really?"

She turned her head away and whistled.

"I don't know if it's an illusion," Roland said as he stared at her, "Why do you always feel like you're actually quite happy after I was rejected?"

"That's an illusion," Nightingale affirmed, and then she looked in the direction of the doorway, "Well, there's another one." After saying that, he hid his figure.

Is this a plan for the golden cicada to get out of its shell? As soon as he thought this, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

Roland was surprised, it was almost midnight, and there was still someone coming? He replaced the candlestick with a candle, "Come in." ”

It was Agatha who opened the door.

This made the prince stunned, "Is there something wrong?"

Without saying a word, the other man walked over to the round stool in front of the table and sat down, "Hear from Miss Wendy, whether it's a musket that can restrain the transcendents, or a cannon with an incredible range, it all came from your idea?

"Do you mean 'Theoretical Foundations of Natural Sciences' and 'Elementary Chemistry'? There are indeed relevant principles on them, but as for the production methods, I have not written them down in the limited space," said Roland, "after all, this is only a basic theoretical textbook." You're here to ask me about this?"

"Only members of the League of Witches can learn this, right?" she didn't answer, but continued.

Roland nodded, probably guessing what the other party wanted to say.

"Then I'll apply to join the League of Witches," Agatha said without a pause.

"But the League of Witches is an organization that belongs to the Frontier Town, are you sure you want to serve the town?" he wondered, "its lord is not a transcendent, just an ordinary mortal. ”

"If you can create a weapon that is strong enough to fight the devil, you can't be considered an ordinary mortal, even if it's a secret society, there will be a place for you," Agatha paused slightly, "As long as you don't harm witches and don't make enemies of the survivors of the Federation, I don't mind being a mortal...... Cooperate. ”

It was probably a little difficult for her to work for a mortal by now, but Agatha's receptivity had impressed Roland, and perhaps those who were engaged in research were always quick to accept new things. He suppressed a deep smile, "I thought you'd follow Tilly to the Isle of Sleep, a city formed by witches. ”

"It's just a sanctuary to escape the Church," she shook her head, "I've asked them about this decision, and I've seen too many witch-ruled cities before they were frozen, and now they're all lost in the dust. There is no point in not defeating the devil, and I hope to see hope of victory here. ”

"You will," Roland nodded, "but not against the Federation...... I can't guarantee that. Because it may not have died, but changed its name and hid itself. ”

"What?" said Agatha.

"I've thought carefully about what you've said, even if you fail to escape Tachira, the Federation has a transcendent and a group of Holy Blessed warriors, and in this uncivilized land full of natives, it's unlikely that they will be completely cut off unless they want to. Roland said in a deep voice, "It is very likely that the Church is the embodiment of the Federation - it is not the mortals who took power from the witches and the method of creating the Divine Punishment Army, but the witches themselves who turned the Federation into an organization that hunts witches. In this way, it is more convenient for them to create a large number of divine punishment armies. ”

"You mean...... Now the miserable situation of witches being oppressed and hunted is the work of the Federation?" she said in disbelief.

"I'm not sure, it's just speculation," Roland stood up and walked over to the bookcase, pulling out a few heavy black books and handing them to her, "These books contain the chronicles written by the church itself, as well as the history of the four kingdoms recorded by astrologers, you can refer to them." In any case, the church is now our enemy and must be eliminated in the future. ”

"If you decide to side with the witches and join me in the fight against the devil, the League of Witches welcomes you. ”

. (To be continued.) )