Prosperity is as you wish, empress, stop dreaming of me

The white moonlight streaked across the flat ground like a stream. A shadow swayed in the moonlight, alone.

The nightingale faded from its uniform and paced slowly across the wide land.

No one knew that this was her secret base, although it had been a long time since she became the leader of the Witch Legion.

This time, the nightingale, separated from Lisa, came here again.

The scenery here is rare and can only be fully revealed at night, with the smell of earth and grass.

In the past, the moonlight in the Rhine town was always beautiful.

This used to be her hometown.

People in the town are reluctant to waste money on a few more candles, let alone magic-powered lighting.

They carry out their activities in the moonlight.

The nagging Granny Jane likes to scold her son loudly on the edge of the town on silent evenings, the drunken blacksmith Mr. Smith lies on the bed and snores loudly, and the miserly Mrs. Luo Lan will sneak out at this time to pick the neighbor’s gherkin….

The Rhine is a very ordinary town, so ordinary that the nightingale likes it, and it is so ordinary that the nightingale has always hated it.

The town disappeared a hundred years ago, destroyed by a witch named Nightingale, and became a small part of the Iberian city.

In the past, the town of Rhine was very poor, so it could only be poor and simple, and everyone helped each other to get by.

But ordinary people always have such virtues, and in the face of the huge wealth that a witch may bring, the so-called, simple people will turn into the Asura hungry ghosts that Kahn said.

Kahn has always used this term to describe greedy guys.

Even an old person like Granny Jian showed greed.

Parents who have long forgotten their faces are the first ones who don’t.

Mrs. Luo Lan broke Granny Jane’s hand with a frying pan, Mr. Smith picked up the hammer and broke Mrs. Luo Lan’s head, the village chief pierced Uncle Smith’s chest with a steel gun, and Granny Jane’s son picked up the hoe….

Who is left in the end?

The nightingale can’t remember.

Anyway, in the end, the belated church knights arrived, dressed in very beautiful armor and holding bright silver knightly swords.

They who should have adhered to the virtues of knighthood, when they saw the miserable situation of the village, they looked accustomed to it, plain and frightening.

She, the witch, was sent to the prison car of the church by the glamorous knights.

The small town of Rhine is remote, and the villagers are almost dead, which is very suitable as a prison for witches.

Over time, the number of witches sent in increased.

The nightingale can’t remember what day it was, and suddenly a witch began to find a way to commit suicide, and this time, there was a chain reaction, and they all detonated their banned magic as if they had made an appointment.

The beautiful witch was blown up so that there was nothing left of ashes.

The nightingale would have wanted to die too.

However, other witches told her that there was a very powerful witch who was fighting against the church.

According to the route traveled, maybe one day they will come here, and they will have a chance to survive.

The nightingale was so persuaded, it was the last glimmer of hope in the darkness.

Until one day, the church decided to publicly execute the witches, and the witches were already few in number.

There are only three left in the town of Rhine.

They were tied to firewood, and the fire began to burn, tongues of fire devouring oxygen.

There is an excessively kind person who detonates a part of the magic in his body and is able to break free.

But instead of fleeing, she stupidly drew all the attention of the believers away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the nightingale was able to break free.

Therefore, at the time of Her Majesty’s arrival, the nightingale was not harmed much.

The nightingale still remembers that the Empress Lord, like a god, killed the mad believers of the church.

The moment when the Empress stood in front of the Nightingale.

The nightingale asked a question.

How can I protect my fellow witches?

The empress only replied in two words: “Strength!” ”

Nightingale has always believed that it is his mission to protect other witches and not let them go through their own experiences.

Obeying the Empress’s orders can better fulfill this mission, and she wants the witches to appear in a stable country.

As the name of the empress spread more and more, the nightingale came into contact with more and more witches.

There were few parents willing to protect the witch, the commoners wanted money, the nobles wanted power, and they feared the power of the church.

Witches without exception have experienced a very tragic experience, very afraid of their identity as witches, plus witches in the process of rapid growth of magic, it is easy to cause magic to get out of control due to poor control, so that more people are afraid of witches.

Self-confidence from the heart and affirmation of one’s own talent are the keys to making the growth of the witch’s magic faster.

If the witch hates her identity from the bottom of her heart and can’t even accept that she is a witch, don’t talk about increasing her strength.

Kahn often praised Sheila so that she could maintain her confidence, and the talent of Sheila Witch was indeed unique, so Sheila was very powerful at a young age.

For these reasons, the nightingale continues to increase the confidence of the witches around them, giving them a natural sense of superiority.

In fact, this is not a lie.

Long lifespan, exaggerated combat effectiveness ….

Which is not something to show off, to be proud of?

Around the original Via, a small group of witches was formed, and it was the nightingale who managed them.

This made the nightingale feel very satisfied and had the meaning of survival.

Until Kahn was saved by Via, he occupied the position where the nightingale once was, and was very close to the empress.

He seized the Empress’s space and time, leaving the nightingale empty again.

Actually, she was really afraid.

I am afraid that Kahn’s appearance will make me meaningless.

So, the nightingale tried to gain the approval of others, especially the Empress Via, and began to try to do various things.

It’s just that…… She didn’t seem to have succeeded.

The emptiness of failure made the nightingale jealous.

She targeted Kahn.

Until not long ago, Kahn scolded, completely shattering that little bit of poor self-esteem.

It was a real example of failure, she clearly had good intentions, but she did a terrible thing.

How can a ridiculous military commander who can’t even control his emotions well obey the public?

And she who is not as good as Kahn anywhere, she can’t find the meaning of existence at all.

The nightingale sighed slightly.

Do I really want to be this army commander?

Her loss was palpable.

“Nightingale!”

It was as if a voice came from all over the space.

The nightingale was shocked, trembled and turned around, his lips moved, but he couldn’t say a word.

“Why are you in such a gesture now?

“Stupid!”

It was a familiar voice for the nightingale.

The extremely beautiful timbre is difficult to describe in words, giving people the feeling of a wonderful scale beating on a warm and cold jade disk.

Yes, this is the transportation artery of the Shuilei Empire.

So…… That is….

The nightingale only felt dumbfounded, frightened, and powerless.

She used all her strength, as if facing supreme glory, and shouted slightly: “Empress… Your Majesty…”