Release that Witch

Since the five sleeping island witches arrived in Bianbu Town, Roland has been in a state of excitement. After the dinner, he found himself lying in bed and could not sleep, so he got up and drank half a glass of white wine, forcing his body to sleep.

By the next day, when Xia Wei in the courtyard began to utter a "Oops" tweet, he had recovered to be awake. I climbed out of bed with great energy, and after I washed it, I walked into the office and the sky just had a white belly. The first morning sun was evenly sprinkled into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Roland looked around for a week and didn't see the familiar figure in the past. If he usually pushes the door in, he can always lie in the chair and reveal a lazy nightingale. He couldn't help but smile, sit at the table, take out the notepad from the drawer, and start planning the next witch training program.

Helping newcomers to get acquainted with the environment and integrate into the group will naturally have Wendy and the books to do. What he has to do is to launch a sugar-coated cannonball offensive to let the visiting witch enjoy the unique comfortable life here. It is not necessary to leave the other party in Bianbu Town to be successful. Even if you go back, it is an excellent propaganda for your own territory.

When the sun rose completely, the nightingale finally appeared in the office. "Oh? You got up very early today. Is it really like Lily said, can't you hold on to the new witch?"

"What are you talking about?" Roland smiled and placed a bag of dried fish on the table. "How about getting along with the new sister last night?"

"Sister?" She grinned. "You don't trust them too much."

"what happened?"

The nightingale reached out and picked up the bag. One turned and sat back on the recliner. "The witch named Sylvie, half of the ten sentences are lies. Although it is not serious enough to be unconcerned, it certainly contains a lot of caution. ""

"Well... understand," Roland said, "I wonder if she wants to see if I am really Roland Wimbledon."

“Hey?” The nightingale was slightly stunned.

"If your loved ones change their temperament, you will definitely wonder if he was replaced or controlled?" He laughed. "I guess Tilly is seeing me like this. In Wangdu, I am I am famous for being idle, not learning, and bullying and fearing evil. How can I stand up and go out to shelter witches?"

In fact, any bad comments to describe the four princes are not excessive, he also turned over in his childhood memories: the four princes accidentally broke several crystal glass jars while playing in the palace, in order to avoid Responsibility, he not only pushed the responsibility to Tilly Wimbledon, but also forged the scene, throwing the six-seven-year-old sister into the glass slag. With this black history, others are not impressed. It is now normal for a brother who suspects that his temperament has changed, and whoever changes it will want to explore it.

"I want to know when you say this," the nightingale asked curiously. "Are you really Roland Wimbledon?"

"I am neither, nor is it." Roland is a handkerchief.

She suddenly stopped. "Why does the ability tell me this sentence is true?"

"Because the truth is like this." The ability of the nightingale can only distinguish deliberate lies, and he does not think he is lying.

"..." She frowned for a long time, finally holding her forehead and decided to give up thinking. "Okay, I will go directly to Anna later. Anyway, you only need the Roland I am familiar with."

"Of course, I have always been me since I met you." Roland smiled.

After eating breakfast, the five witches on the island were taken to the office by Wendy.

"Good morning, Your Highness." Five people bowed their heads.

"Let's relax, I am not a very ceremonial person. How do you call Tilly, you can call me in the same way." Roland waved his hand. "I will not arrange any work for you in the first week, mainly familiar with the town. Environment and life. You can visit Bianbu Town at will, no one will be swearing because you are a witch, or trying to arrest you for money. I have removed the church from the West, so here is the same as the Sleeping Island. Ground."

"I think you should all know the reason for the magical phagocyst, so the necessary exercises can't be left behind. There are no restrictions during the day, just don't forget to come back for lunch. After dinner, there will be a primary education class, including literacy and Reading and writing, as well as simple mathematics and natural knowledge. Tilly may have mentioned to you that the witch's ability can be further strengthened in addition to adult days, so it is necessary to master this knowledge. Interested can come with the town witch. Listen to class."

"In addition, you will get a Golden Dragon reward every month, and if you don't understand the weekend and paid leave, you can ask Wendy. In short, the usual life is the same as the Witch Alliance. The Sleeping Island is the home of the witch. The same is true of Bianbu Town.” Rolandton paused. “Then test the ability first. Tilly’s description in the letter is not too clear. I want to see it for myself. It’s not convenient to show it, let’s change it. The place."

"Please wait a moment, Your Highness, I have something to hand over to you." Sylvie said.

"What is it?"

She opened the parcel in her hand and put a few yellowed parchment and a letter on the table. "Tillie found these instruments in a fjord ruin. She wants to ask you all words on this letter. It is."

Roland untiedly opened the envelope, and the letter was not long. He soon saw the last, but the contents described therein caused a huge wave in his heart.

An artificial stone island that sleeps on the bottom of the sea, the unpredictable tides, the lookout mirrors that can still operate for hundreds of years, and the stone gates built on the cliffs... It’s incredible, why the fjords will be so incredible Remains exist? And Tilly's inquiries at the end also made him feel a few peeks of parchment behind him, and he found that the words were indeed familiar.

"Come on the book," Roland told the night.

The book quickly rushed back to the castle from the city hall. When she summoned the book of magic, the prince could not help but frown.

I saw the holy book that Hakhara brought out from the remains of the East Forest, and the documents found in the remains of the fjord, the words used are exactly the same! Tilly's guess in the letter was confirmed, and these ancient relics came from the same group of people.

If the church built everything, why did they abandon them all? And not only these magnificent buildings, even the records of 400 years ago, have been erased by nothing. What do they want to hide?

The scorching sun in the summer season could not make Roland feel a little warm. He only felt that there was a chill in the faint, rising from the soles of his feet, and it was gloomy and cold.

Is the stone tower discovered by lightning in the fascinating forest related to these ruins? There are also evil beasts, devils, and the holy city of Taqila... What kind of changes happened four hundred and fifty years ago? There was a strong uneasiness in the heart of Roland. (To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.)