Release that Witch

In the evening, Roland held a grand banquet in the Lord's Castle.

This is the first time that the Witch Alliance initiated an attack on the church. In addition to the rescue of Speer Passy, ​​a Helmes priest was born.

When the five witches who participated in the battle staged, there was a burst of applause in the hall. He rarely drank two cups of Evelyn's iced fruit juice liquor on weekdays.

Although it was only a small victory, the long demon moon itself was nervous, and he hoped to take this opportunity to relax everyone's mood.

When Roland walked into the office with a dizzy head the next day, the nightingale had been sitting cross-legged on the table and waiting.

"Don't have to rest more?" he asked with a smile.

Ever since I agreed to intercept the messenger group, I have never really let go of my heart. Even if I know that once I enter the open space, the fog ability will make her invincible, and I still worry about what kind of accidents, after all, this is not everyday. Practice, but the real life and death fight. Seeing her energetic now, his mood has been a lot of pleasure.

The nightingale swallowed the dried fish. "Of course not, I have returned to the best condition."

Roland just sat back in the seat, she jumped off the table and hugged him around the back of the chair. "If I take a day off, I will see you less."

The prince gave a slight glimpse.

"In fact, I wanted to do this when I was in the castle garden yesterday... but it is not bad now," the nightingale whispered in his ear.

......

Until the footsteps sounded outside the office, she pulled her hands away and hid in the fog.

"His Royal Highness," cried the guard. "The dragon leader, Lord Marquis, asks for it."

"Please come in." Roland cleared his throat and gestured.

Speer Passy walked into the office and sat down at the table after the chest salute. "I have carefully considered the request you mentioned before."

"What do you think?" He poured a cup of tea at the other party.

In the days when the nightingale, the ashes and other people fought the church, he did not idle. In addition to visiting the town with the female marquis, he also had several discussions with the other side. During the period, Roland described the crisis that the kingdom was about to face, the origin of the church, and the threat of the devil in a concise manner, and told her the next plan.

When Speer heard the origins of the church and the reasons for hunting the witch, he was surprised that his eyes were coming out. If it weren't for Terry and Aisha to testify, she wouldn't believe that the witch had ruled the entire wilderness anyway, but since then, her attitude has changed a lot.

"Recovering the power of separatism, implementing the same law and administrative system, the position can not be inherited, and not allowed to buy or sell... I am not unacceptable for these requirements, but..." She paused. "I am just curious, you really intend to put them. Promote to all territories?"

"Yes, if you don't do this, the Grey Fort is just a pool of sand." Roland nodded. "Before the final enemy arrives, I must gather as much power as possible."

"You do the same by offending all the nobles," Speer said slowly. "Especially, the position cannot be inherited. If I am not mistaken, the lord who rules the land is also a position. So, you are rebellious. The identity is to be settled."

"So I never expected them to take the initiative to retreat," he tapped on the table. "Before the battle to determine the fate of the destiny, the aristocratic resistance is not a matter of consideration. In addition, I am not killing them, as long as these people Being able to integrate into the new system, and even retaining their own territory, what is lost is only the right to divide the seal. I believe they will make a wise choice."

Centralization itself is only a system that can be realized when the central government has absolute power. If the local power is strong, let alone the centralization, even its own position may be overthrown at any time. Unlike a year ago, today's towns have the power to change. When this step is completed, the gray castle will only have one true ruler, that is, himself.

"It seems that you have made up your mind," Speer sighed. "If I don't accept it, it will be overthrown by your army."

“In this plan, what I lack most is the manpower,” Roland said earnestly. “Especially managers who have experience in managing one city and one place. As I said, you have not lost your territory, and you can The identity of the witch appears in front of the people and no longer has to be threatened by the church."

The woman Marquis was silent for a moment. "I also have a request."

"Please speak."

"After you help me recapture the dragon collar, I hope that everything will not change for the time being," she bluntly said. "Unless I have been pushed to the throne, I can stand on your side without any worries."

The right answer... Roland thought, neither simply refused, but left room for himself to turn. The change from this sentence to the popular saying is that he must prove to her that the unification of the Grey Fort is not an empty talk, but that it does have such strength, and she is willing to come over.

"Then it will be fixed," he said. He did not care about the small abacus of the female Marquis. If the spring offensive was successful, the fall of Tiffco would be even faster than the recovery of the Dragon Ridge.

"Right, Your Highness," Speer hesitated. "The evening witches, can I follow them..."

Roland groaned. "Those are very simple enlightenment education, you should have learned something."

“I think those calculations are very interesting,” she shook her head. “The previous math book has never seen anything similar.”

Does it refer to the 99 multiplication table or the algebraic equation? He couldn't help but laugh. "Of course, as long as you are willing to join the Witch Alliance."

......

After eating lunch, the iron axe brought good news.

"Is he willing to say?" Roland was surprised. "So fast?"

Listening to the nightingale, he thought that the captured official was a die-hard.

"Not everyone has a steel-like will, His Royal Highness," the iron axe replied in a serious manner. "The sand people have some unique ways of interrogation, which have little damage to the body, but they are extremely devastating to the will, and even make people feel that Death is a relief, and he has already beaten many ordinary people."

It is true that this is true. He thinks that in addition to the will, professional spies need to undergo special torture training to achieve no end, and it is obviously impossible for someone in this era to have such experience.

"Take me to see him," Roland nodded. "I have a lot of questions to ask."

(To be continued., your support is my biggest motivation.) 16-11-1411:46:33