After nightfall, Wendy arrives at the door of the book's bedroom. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She held out her hand, and was hesitating whether to knock on the door when it opened, and behind it stood the scroll.

"I knew you were coming to me," the other man smiled, "because I wanted to talk to you, too—just like in the past." ”

The scroll had apparently finished his shower early, and his long wet hair had not been curled up as usual, but had been sprinkled haphazardly over his shoulders. To prevent her dressing gown from getting wet, she also put a towel on her shoulder. The ends of her hair covered her forehead and the wrinkles left by those years, and the increasingly comfortable life made her skin plump and plump, and at first glance, she seemed to be a lot younger.

The only thing that hasn't changed is her wise eyes that belong to the elderly.

Wendy couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, "In your room, or mine?"

"Yours on, the nightingale will come back later than the leaves. ”

"Okay. ”

"The Chaos Drink is up to you. ”

"Huh!"

"Of course, whoever proposes it first is responsible for the drinks, the old rules. ”

"That's why you're waiting for me at the door?"

"Yes, patience is a very important thing, and that's one of my life experiences, and now you've learned it, right?"

"Okay......"

The two went back to the bedroom, and after cleaning the desk, Wendy took two cups and a bottle of Chaos Drink from the drawer and filled the cups. The orange-red liquid reflects the glow of a flame under the reflection of the magic stone.

"That's what you sucked?" the scroll took a sip, "It's good luck, it's not much worse than dragon wine in winter......

"So you've earned it," Wendy said.

"Don't say that, we are all blessed by Miss Toevelyn. ”

The way His Majesty distributed this varied drink to the members of the Witch League was also quite interesting, and every month everyone had the opportunity to draw a bottle of the Chaos Drink made by Evelyn - since the answer was only numbered until it was revealed, no one knew which flavor of drink they would receive.

As a result, exchanging things afterwards or eating and drinking became an important part of the distribution day, and for some reason, Maisie always got the most popular drink, which made everyone think that Evelyn had leaked it to her.

The two of them slowly savored the heart-warming fiery sweet drink while listening to the cold wind howling outside the window. Compared to the heated interior, this feeling is undoubtedly intoxicating. They seldom spoke, and sometimes just by making eye contact, they could understand each other's thoughts.

In fact, Wendy didn't have anything specific to say, she was just genuinely happy. By now, when she closes her eyes, the words of Roland Wimbledon come to her mind.

"There can only be one leader, and that's me. 」

Prior to this, although she found His Majesty extremely approachable, she feared that he would hesitate on some crucial issues, or show weakness that was not suitable for a king. Now it seems that he is even better than he expected, and judging from the tone and expression of His Majesty when he negotiated, the experience of the past two years has made him more and more stable, and he has the momentum to say nothing.

What's even more incredible to Wendy is that although Roland has become more mature in his position as a superior person, his attitude towards witches and ordinary people remains the same. It was as if it was an instinct on his part, and this was the most bizarre thing compared to the former, especially for a royal nobleman.

She knew that the scroll had also felt the change, which was why he was waiting for her at the door.

This is also a habit that has been passed down from the days of the Mutual Aid Society, when they encounter something good and want to share, Wendy, Shujuan, and Hakara will always get together, drink a few glasses of bad ale, and talk all night. Later, when the conditions became more and more difficult, and it was impossible to drink even the wine often, it was replaced by wild fruit soaked in water.

Unfortunately, Hakara drifted away from them, and the good things they could share or their plans for the future slowly turned into worry and confusion, and in the end, only Wendy and Shujuan were left to encourage and support each other, the eldest of the sisters and the founders of the Mutual Aid Society, and once they fell, everyone would lose faith in finding the Holy Mountain. In those extremely difficult days, the two went all the way.

And at this moment, it seems to be a reappearance of the past.

"By the way," Wendy gulped down the drink from her cup and let out a long breath of hot air, "After the meeting, I handed over the results of the Wolfheart Witch's test to Your Majesty. ”

"Oh, what kind of abilities do you have?" replied the scroll as he leaned back on the bench.

Wendy gave a general account of the abilities of the four people, and talked about deliberately selling the broken sword when he was sold, "Who do you guess he arranged the broken sword to?"

"Well, it should be Nightingale or Ash...... Only the two of them can wield the full power of the broken sword. The scroll pondered for a moment, "Anna and Leaf, though powerful, are not suitable for fighting the enemy head-on, and the other sisters are about the same - there are not many real battle witches in the League of Witches. ”

"I think the same as you, but Your Majesty doesn't think so," Wendy smiled softly, "he didn't give the broken sword to anyone. ”

Shujuan was slightly stunned, "Why?"

Because he said that weapons generally have to be carried with them, which is tantamount to imprisoning the freedom of the broken sword in disguise. And enemies can't always arrive during working hours, and sword energy is not necessarily more powerful than guns, so instead of being a weapon, it is better to test the stacking effect with each witch, and then determine whether it is interesting or not. ”

"In order of fun...... Arrangement?"

"Well, that's what Your Majesty said. ”

Rather than considering the role of the witch in terms of use, he first cared about the feelings of the other party, and it was probably because of this that Nightingale chose to support him unreservedly in the first place.

In retrospect, they were thankful that they had finally trusted Nightingale's judgment.

Thinking of this, Wendy couldn't help but grin, and she filled her cup and held it up to the scroll, "Good luck we have found a good king." ”

The latter smiled and raised his glass to touch her gently, "Well, worship the holy mountain." ”

"Ah...... It's empty," Wendy tried to pour after taking this sip, only to find that a bottle of Chaos Drink had been drunk by the two of them.

"Shall I go back and get my bottle?" the scroll also seemed a little unfinished.

"No, it's an old rule, so you have to follow it," she said, waving her hand and pulling a new bottle of drink from the drawer on the other side, "but next time, I won't be knocking so soon." ”

"Wait, this is ...... Nightingale's, right?"

"Ah, she wouldn't mind. ”

The two toasted again, on this warm and wonderful night.