Release that Witch

A week later, the First Army Expedition and the Witches finally arrived in Bianbu Town. From the date of departure, the task took almost half a month and was delayed by five days than expected.

The main reason was that when the fleet embarked on the way home, the fortress agent Pedro Hermon sent a messenger to report the unknown epidemic in the long song fortress.

Since Roland had already given Peero a reminder, when the disease was discovered, he did the best possible isolation measures, closed all the urban areas, and sent a message to Bianyan Town at the first time.

After receiving the report on the epidemic, Roland let the wheat raft start quickly, follow the Chishui River all the way to the east, find the fleet carrying the First Army soldiers, and let them divert to the Long Song Fortress at the Chishui River branch to fight the evil epidemic. Return to the town.

Roland led the remaining members of the First Army and the families of the expedition to meet them at the dock. With the familiar army march, the soldiers excitedly bowed to the prince. Many people imitated the Knights’ ceremonies and shouted long live. After walking down the dock, they and their loved ones hugged together, and the echo sounded the salute at the right time. The atmosphere was very lively and attracted many serfs and fugitives.

Back to the castle, the iron axe gave a complete report on the mission.

"You mean, there are witches in the enemy who attacked the First Army?" Roland thought for a moment. "This is unlikely to be a mouse."

"Tasa also thinks that he even thinks that the mouse is also assigned by other forces. Otherwise, this scum will rarely leave the nest. It can drive the mouse to have a witch. In addition to the Feike, Wang Duoli has only the church. "The iron axe said, "Even the big aristocrats can't take out the chips that make the local biggest black street organization move."

"But Tiffco himself is in the east, and he dares to send the witch out to fight alone. I think the church is more suspect." Roland thinks of Wendy and the ashes, and feels that the church has a group of secretly trained witches. Not surprising. "Are you sure she is dead?"

"By the night, I hit the chest and my chest was broken." The iron axe nodded. "We buried her in the wheat field and found the place where the soldiers were sent."

On the last day, the team of three hundred people encountered a large number of mice in the night attack, and eventually died and wounded. The only victim died in the hands of the enemy witch. The four wounded were shot by the enemy who was approached by the enemy. The firepower of the runner rifle ended the battle without entering the melee phase. The wounded were also properly bandaged. After returning to Bianbu Town, they immediately received the treatment of Nana Wah. Because of the presence of Lily, the wound was hardly infected. As long as the sputum missed the vital organs, the chances of surviving the wounded soldiers were extremely high. .

In general, the first expeditionary battle of the First Army achieved such results, which has made Roland very satisfied. As for being sneaked into the whistle, he didn't know much about this. He only knew that he had to set up a light and dark whistle to monitor each other, but how to get it, or give it to the iron axe to ponder it.

"It’s hard, I will hold a honour ceremony tomorrow, just in the town’s central square, you will inform all the members of the First Army.”

After the iron axe retired, Roland took a long breath.

“Good job,” he pulled out a bag of char-grilled fish from the drawer and placed it on the table. “If it weren't for you, I am afraid they are in danger.”

The nightingale showed up and smiled and accepted the fish. "I said it before departure, everything has me."

"How is the strength of the other party?"

"It's very flexible and very decisive. It should have been trained for several years. If it wasn't for her turning around and trying to resist, I would enter the fog, maybe it would be stained by the powder of the monks she had thrown out." The night sherbling shrugged. I talked about it in an understatement, but he knew that it was all between the electric and the flint. "I didn't want to kill her... But when I saw her stinging on Wendy's eyes, I understood that except death, Nothing can stop her."

"..." Roland was silent for a moment. "Remember the words you said to me when you returned from the fortress after defeating the militia of Tefco?"

The nightingale thought for a moment, "Is this not your fault?"

"This is the case," he nodded. "If she was a witch who was kept by the church from a young age, she would only treat you as a traitor and a fallen person. It would be difficult to get her solidified thinking back on track after years of getting along... At least, you saved Wendy from their lives."

The nightingale laughed. "Are you comforting me?"

"Oh..." Roland coughed twice. "I really think so."

"Reassure, I will not feel sad for the enemy. Although she is a witch, the road she chose is completely different from the future I hope to see. I am connected on the ship I came back." The nightingale touched a fish. Dry it into your mouth, "Knock down the enemy, protect the sisters, I am just doing my duty."

"You can think so," Roland said with relief. It seems that she still looks down on her. She thought she would feel lost and confused for killing the witch herself. I didn't expect to adjust it in a short time. It seems that both the mind and the belief, the nightingale has approached maturity.

"But there is one point I want to ask you," she hesitated for a moment after swallowing the fish fillet.

"what?"

"These days, what do you and Anna do?" The nightingale, although the voice is getting lower and lower, can still stare at the prince. "...you know what I mean."

Roland almost knocked over the cup in his hand. "Cough, you ask what to do... I am busy setting up the fugitives these days, and there are very few opportunities to be alone with her."

Her eyes suddenly lit up. "You are not lying."

"Of course not, I am"

After the second half of Roland’s remarks, the nightingale suddenly disappeared in front of him. Immediately after him, he felt a soft lip stuck on his mouth. The touch was fleeting, leaving only a touch of dried fish. For a long time, he realized what the other party had done.

"and many more"

As a result, this sentence could not be said. Two slender fingers sealed his mouth. Although he could not see each other, he knew that the nightingale was around.

"I know what you want to say..." her whisper came from her ear. "I didn't want to change anything, and I didn't plan to get in front of Anna. I just hope I can stay with you all the time. That's all. Please forgive me." I don't dare to show up, because now I don't know what kind of expression I should face you. Your Highness, don't you hate me?"

"..." Roland opened his mouth. If it is impossible to hate the nightingale, the obstacle in his heart comes from the cognition of the past twenty years, not the simple preference. At this point, he can't deceive. Yourself.

"In this case," she whispered, "then don't say anything. This is not your fault, I just did what I want to do." (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation. )