Release that Witch

In the living room of the Grey Fort, Roland quietly looked at the old man in front of him.

He was in a wheelchair, his hair was gray, his cheeks were sunken, and the wrinkles on his forehead were high and heared, and he was almost at the end of the years. However, compared to his age, his eyes are not too turbid, and he still looks angry. The monocles on the tip of the nose and the black bow tie between the necks further strengthen this feeling. While Roland was looking at him, he was also looking at Roland.

After a moment, Roland broke the silence and revealed a smile. "It is not an easy task to invite you from here to the morning. Welcome to the new king of the Grey Fort, Mr. Barry L. Rosa, all the hard work. ”

"It is my pleasure to get the summons of the King of the Grey Fortress..." The other person bowed his head slightly. "Just I don't know what to ask me for?"

"You have contributed a lot to the Grey Fort and don't need to finish anything."

"I?" He clearly showed an unexpected look. "Your Majesty, have you made a mistake?"

Generally, people of this age will have a sharp decline in their thinking speed, but they will be unclear and intermittent. But Barrych not only answered the words in the first time, but also controlled the facial muscles to make a disguise. This is enough to prove him. The brain never stopped thinking about it. His consciousness may more accurately reflect his own condition than the aging that the body cannot reverse.

"I know that you have concerns, but please be assured that I have no malice on the black money." Roland spread his hands and said, "The message of "God" to you is also a part of no winter. In fact, it is I asked them to send a message."

By the mouth of Pasha, Barryh was recruited to the Grey Fortress by reason of the transformation ceremony. After the target was determined, the person was forced to bring it back to the castle. Although the method was slightly rough, the victory was straightforward.

"Your Majesty... I don't quite understand what you mean..."

"It doesn't matter, I will say that you understand it - this is a very tortuous story, but it is actually happening." Roland told the ancient witch's past about it, and also said the transformation ceremony of the gods. The essence. The soul container can only collect the consciousness of the demon person. In other words, the unmagic can only become the body.

Turning into a body without self is also in line with the rhetoric of the ancient witch Yanshou. If the money is only an ordinary underground chamber, he will not care too much. However, in the battle against the Devil's West Line Army, the black money made a great contribution, not only assisted the First Army to prop up the wolf heart and the winter war zone intelligence network, but also sent key information several times to fill the witch. The detection gap in the red fog area.

Maybe Barry is doing this not for the fate of mankind or for saving his compatriots, but this contribution is real. Roland doesn't think that it is a suitable reward to turn such a person who has merited power into a lost mind, so he decided to personally meet each other.

After a long time, Barry Lorza slowly took off the reading glasses, and the voice trembled a little. "What do you mean, longevity is just a scam?"

Roland sighed. "At present, it can be a demon person who can remain immortal on the basis of maintaining consciousness. For humans, it is a witch."

Even if he opened up the world of dreams, he could not be sensed by the soul container.

"After I can drink those medicines, my body is really getting better -"

"Those potions can't be said to have no effect. It increases the success rate of rituals through overdraft vitality, but it can't be used endlessly." Roland shook his head and interrupted. "Soon its side effects will appear, and this is me. Why are you rushing to find you?"

Barrych took a moment. "What do you mean, I haven't had much time..."

"Sorry," Roland said with regret. "I can't make this promise perfect. I can only use other methods to compensate. The money has protected the witch and made a contribution to the battle of God. If you have anything you want, you can mention Come out, this is a deserved return."

The nightingale once asked him why he did not let Pasha solve the problem himself. To appear as a king is to transfer the consequences of this scam to the Grey Fort.

Her thoughts can't be wrong, but Roland knows that since the Grey Fortress accepts the Takira witches in full, they can't just enjoy the benefits they bring. It is also an obligation to accept them on their behalf.

"..." Barry has been silent for a long time. "Can you handle it even in the morning?"

"You should know that I am influential in the dawn kingdom."

"Then I am relieved." Unexpectedly, the other party did not despair or become hysterical, but showed a calm smile. "I hope to live longer, I want to keep the money for the children." - If I die, other aristocratic businessmen will never let go of the opportunity to divide it, and in the face of a large enough interest, several lives are insignificant. If you are willing to intervene, I don’t think anyone dares to act rashly, even more than My personal life is more reliable. If so, what else do I complain about?"

Roland indulged in a small meeting. "Are you sure this is the reward you want?"

"Your Majesty, is it... can't you?"

"It's not impossible." He paused. "I wonder if you have heard of the name Rainbow Stone?"

“I heard it,” Barry thought. “It seems to be a new clothes in your country. The scale is very large. Some finished products are still sold in the morning light. But I am blunt, in style and design, it Far less than us."

Because the craftsmen that Victor was looking for were all from the Lothar family...and he didn't tell you that in the winter city, the clothes were only one-tenth the price of other hand-woven garments. Roland coughed twice. "As far as I know, the founder of this clothing line is called Victor Loza, who is your fourth son. In addition, the income of the clothing company has been converted to more than 10,000 gold dragons. This talent is here, I feel that even if there is no gray castle to be a backer, he will not easily lose to those merchant families."

Ten thousand gold dragons are by no means a small number. In the past, only chaotic drinks can exceed this number - the reason is very simple, not everyone needs a drink, but everyone has to dress. With the high concentration of the winterless population, the scale of basic needs will only expand further. In the face of foreseeable industrialized production profits, the turnover of the underground chambers of commerce is not worth mentioning.

This time Barryh really showed a surprised look. "Your Majesty, what do you say... is it true? He has rarely contacted me since he left the Glow City... I thought he was still doing the previous jewelry. Acting..."

"Victor is now without winter. It is not difficult for you to see him. It is better to verify it in person. But... you have to hurry."

"Yes... I know." Barry couldn't help but grasp the wheel. This action obviously exposed the thoughts of the bottom of my heart. "Please let me retire, kneel down."

When Roland nodded and was about to ask the guard to send him out, he suddenly said, "You said that my time is running out... Can it let me spend the last moment on the floating island?"

"..." Roland closed his eyes. "If you wish so."

After the door was closed, the nightingale showed his body shape and whispered aloud, "Weird..."

"what happened?"

"He was a bit strange at first, but he couldn't say it was a lie, but the magic gave me a very vague feeling, not as calm as he did." The night sherbling shrugged.

"It turns out," Roland thought.

"Do you know why?"

"Probably." He slowed down his voice and looked out the window. "Longevity is always full of temptations. If expectations are lost, no one will accept it easily."

"But that's not a lie." The nightingale emphasized.

"Because he knows that no matter what he does, he can't change this result." Roland said with some emotions, "If you can't change, you have to accept it - it's better to pretend to be open-minded with the grievous king of the gray castle." Good feelings, any unnecessary emotions will become sunk costs, which is probably his idea. There are many people who understand this, but there are few who can really do it... This is his powerful place."

He is somewhat understanding that these big businessmen will be treated as aristocrats in the morning light - the control and stop-loss consciousness, even in politics, can surpass most nobles.

"It's you -" said Roland, who couldn't help but look at the nightingale. "Now I can not only distinguish the true and false, but even the inner emotions can feel it. Are you about to evolve?"

"Do you think that when I evolved, I would deliberately not say it - or is it still so modest?" The nightingale gave him a sigh of relief.

Oh, it makes sense to make it right.

Roland closed his mouth with interest.

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