Release that Witch

"This guy... is too arrogant," said the nightingale who showed his body from the fog. "What does she mean by this?"

Indeed, since the last time the Iron Axe dealt with the nobility and talked about the North Pearl, her attitude has changed faintly, as if giving a feeling of letting go of self, although for Roland, this is nothing wrong.

"Well..." He thought for a moment. "Can you judge the authenticity of this sentence?"

"That's true," said the night. "At least I don't lie on the point that I want you to pay attention to my body. Otherwise I will control her and ask for it."

"If that's the case, then follow her." Roland laughed. "If everyone's thoughts have to be guessed, it's too tired. I don't have much energy."

The nightingale, which was still unsettled, suddenly fell into a stagnation, and then pretended to be inadvertently turned away. "Say, say it is also... usually worry about one or two people."

Hey, you covert the level, it’s just putting your mind on your face. Roland tried to hold back the corner of the mouth that he wanted to lift, and cleared his throat. "So let's go back to the office. There is still a lot of work to be done."

For example, the two internal combustion engines that have passed the stereotype test are only used to complete the first step. How to mass produce and manufacture the matching mechanical equipment are the difficulties that need to be overcome. In addition, there are design and assembly of armored trains, production of bio-colloids, and expansion of more factories and troops, etc...

But compared to another thing, he can put aside these jobs.

Although it does not have much meaning in itself, it is indispensable to condense public opinion after completing this form.

When Lifia arrived at the moment of no winter city, it meant that the conditions before the ascension were all ready.

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A week later, the Winter Castle District was opened to the public for the first time. Under the guidance of the police and the guards, thousands of screened people gathered inside and outside the courtyard, excitedly waiting for the arrival of the new king. Outside the castle area, the streets are lit up with lights and crowds, even if the sky is still floating with sporadic snowflakes, it can not stop people's enthusiasm for celebration.

For the ceremony, the Lord's Castle was also temporarily remodeled.

The outer wall of the vestibule was removed and replaced with a fence that did not obstruct the view; the furnishings in the yard were also removed and flat grass was laid. Just climb the castle area along the long **** and you will be able to see the entire ceremony venue.

On both sides of the castle, a long strip of red and black edges hangs from the roof and hangs down to the ground. This color is particularly striking in the snow-covered background, adding a copy to this less magnificent castle. Heaviness.

The biggest change comes from the second floor of the castle.

As if overnight, a bare sloping façade was built on the bare facade, leaving the second floor with a half-empty terrace. The front of the terrace faces the front door of the vestibule. There is no doubt that the king will accept the blessings of the people here.

Only the designer, Minister Carl, knows that this fast-completed platform structure is derived from the witch's hand, Ms. Ai Gesha, who stretched out the ice wall on the castle wall, and then “painted” a mason stone layer by Miss Soroya. It became a difficult part of the true and false castle.

In such weather, a thick ice wall is enough to support a few days.

......

At the moment, there is another scene in the castle.

"Your Majesty, are you ready?" Wendy’s questioning voice came out of the bedroom door. "All ministers and guests have arrived, just waiting for you to show up."

"I know, it will be right soon." Roland responded and turned to look at the girl wearing a white dress. "What do you think?"

"Let's wait... I'm still a little nervous," said the other party, Anna. She stood in front of the window sill and looked through the curtains to overlook the noisy crowd below. The blue eyes were full of waves. "You really want to Have you staged with me? The ceremonial officer said that there has never been such a thing in the past.

She was not as fearless as he thought. Roland realized that although Anna had always used smiles to face each other, she would still have concerns and confusion when this moment came. The excellence in learning and the love of new knowledge have made her most confident. When she puts her mind and body into creation and manufacturing, she is more like a genius. But in addition to these auras, she is only a girl in her early twenties and grew up in a remote township.

Now it is about to face the thousands of people, it is impossible to be nervous.

Thinking of this, Roland smiled and said in the softest voice, "Then I am the first one to make a good example. Or do you want me to add myself to myself?"

"Of course not," Anna shook her head. "I am just..."

Roland stepped forward and opened her hand and hugged her. "Then I will change it."

"Change one...say?"

"Well," he took a breath and asked seriously. "Miss Anna, I want to hire you to be my wife. Are you willing?"

"Oh," Anna couldn't help but laugh. "No! I am not a prisoner in the cage now, and..."

"And what?"

"The time for the appointment is too short." She hammered Roland's shoulder and then extended his right hand with white gauze. "Thank you, Roland. Take me down."

Roland firmly held her palm and "obeyed."

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Opening the door, the two slowly passed through the corridor, went down the stairs, and entered the first floor hall.

The hall, which was still full of people, immediately calmed down. Everyone split into two columns and bowed slightly to welcome Roland.

He followed the line and went all the way to the left is the witches without the winter city. He saw Tilly, Ashes, Nightingale, Wendy, Lightning, Ai Gesha... A familiar face is reflected in the eyes, compared to three years ago. The escapers who have nowhere to live, they have now reintegrated into the new social order, and are becoming an inseparable part of the human kingdom.

On the right are city hall officials and local representatives, such as Barov, Itis, Axe, Carl, Kemer, Tassa, Johor, etc... They together form the authority of the Grey Fort Kingdom, from the name The ordinary people passed down have become rising political stars.

By convention, ascending the throne will be an extremely cumbersome process, but for witches and no Wintertown officials, Roland's king position is already a given fact, so this process has been greatly simplified.

He took Anna's hand and walked to the center of the hall where there was a stone table with two golden crowns erected on the table.

Whether it was Wimbledon III or the Hermes Church, it no longer existed. He declined the request for the work of the ceremonial officer, but decided to wear the crown with Anna.

The ascending of the throne and the closure of the same time, in the gray castle is unprecedented.

The ceremonial officer naturally expressed dissent, but he was not binding on him who was in power, and Barov also unexpectedly stood on his side.

Roland bent down and asked Anna to wear a crown for herself, then gently placed another crown on the top of her head.

When the two turned around, everyone slid down on one knee.

"Long live my king!"

In the voice of the people, he took Anna's hand and stepped forward to the ladder built at one end of the hall, through the overhead dome, and boarded the castle's terrace.

Under the courtyard suddenly burst into a raging wave!

Waiting for him to raise his hand, the masses waiting for a long time have already vented their homage.

"Long live Roland!"

"Long live the king!"

"Long live without winter city!"

The cheers were deafening and rushing into the sky. The crowd seemed to blast the pot. The ribbons and petals were sprinkled from the terrace. As the wind blew, it overshadowed the momentum of ice and snow.

In the distance, the roar of artillery was also heard in the camp of the First Army. At the moment when the bells of the city’s long sounds mingled, the king of the Grey Fort was born in the place where the wilderness and the border of the West bordered.