Release that Witch

It took a while for Hert to figure out the situation.

She first touched her own thighs and looked at the nightingales before she turned her eyes to Roland. "Have you cured me?"

"Otherwise, the sun will be dragged down by you," he asked, sitting in front of the cage and asking, "Tell me, where are the witches who have been rejected by you?"

"This is...Iphile told you?"

"Yes, the witch named Annie is her friend."

Herti bit her teeth and didn't answer, but Roland saw a thick hate from her eyes.

"You can clearly accept them. Dagong Island is the land of the Grand Duke of Morgan. You are his successor. It is impossible to raise more than a dozen auxiliary witches." He bluntly said, "Even if they are nothing, they are only daily. Two pieces of porridge, not to mention the use of the auxiliary witch is much larger than you think. Andrea hits your musket, a weapon made by the witch and the ordinary people, no use of the threshold, even if it is all day long. A farmer who deals with the land can easily kill an experienced knight after taking it."

Herti looked up and jerked her head up. "What do you say? Can ordinary people use it?"

"Do you think that I was the king of the Grey Fortress by the witch?" Roland straightened up and leaned back on the chair. "If they can do this, they will not be suppressed by the church and the secular forces." ”

"The musket... How did it come about?"

He looked at Herti coldly, until she realized that she was scornful. "Why, do you think this is at the palace banquet?"

She swallowed unwillingly. "You are on the side..."

"The nightingale is my own, it has nothing to do with Tilly," Roland said. "I ask again, where are the witches who have been rejected by you?"

"I let them go and let them go to other witch organizations. I don't know the specific whereabouts. Maybe... some of the nearby towns, some went to the morning."

"You lied," she said before she finished, and the nightingale interrupted. "There is no truth in the words."

"No, my Majesty, she knows nothing about it..."

"There is nothing to argue about," Roland shook his head. "The nightingale can discriminate lies. Any violation of the language can't escape her censorship. Now you know why Tilly is going to transport you through the fjord and send it to the West for trial?" If you don't want to suffer, just say everything you have done. My patience is limited."

Under the dim light, Herti's look looked cloudy and clear, apparently she did not expect the other party to have such ability. After a short silence, she suddenly held the iron railing and sighed. "Wurbonton squats, the wolf kingdom has been annexed by the church. The wolf king is now missing. I am the last blood of the Morgan royal family. You can help me regain the wolf." Heart, I can bring you countless benefits! Golden Dragon, Jewelry... Right, and witch! Bloody will only be you!"

"This is what you want to say last time?"

"I can even give you half a wolf! With Black Rock Cliff as the boundary, the western boundary is all for you!"

"Enough," Roland said. "I just want to know the whereabouts of the witches!"

"What?" Hetty didn't dare to set the channel. "Is my kingdom not comparable to those witches?"

"You didn't understand me," he felt annoyed. "Wolf is neither your kingdom nor I have no interest in the land thousands of miles away. The question is now only for the most basic etiquette between the nobles." I have many ways to let you speak. You should know more about me than torture. It is not good for you except for suffering. Now I am still here, telling everything you have done. So I can spare you a life."

The last sentence made her catch the straw. "You... will you really let me go?"

"I have always said what I have to say."

Herti bowed her head and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I gave them to the nobility."

Roland’s heart sank, and the hints given by the nightingale also proved that she was telling the truth this time, “Is not selling them?”

"No, this is a transaction in itself," she took a deep breath. "The witches who are awakened by the Dagong Island alone will not be able to make enough money in their lifetime. I must pass the reputation of the **** teeth to the wolves. Let more witches come and go."

This has also been done by Roland. Although Tilly has taken the lead, the final result is embarrassing. "So just hire a mouse to promote it. What does it have to do with the nobility?"

"The mouse itself is controlled by the nobility, and once the message is taken care of by the church, Dagong Island will have a big problem."

"Women are the rewards for the nobility?"

"It is also a guarantee to win over them. After the nobles have concealed the witches, they will consciously pay attention to the movements of the church, control the spread of the rats, and even take the initiative to lead the sight of the holy city for me." Hetty whispered, "only happy to accept witches." The nobility, I will spread the news locally, so that the risk can be minimized."

What happened later, Roland could imagine even if he didn't ask, these non-combat witches will be locked in the darkroom where they are not seen in the sky. Few people can survive the magic, even if a few lucky ones can reach adulthood, etc. After the nobility is tired, or when the church exerts increased pressure, it will be thrown out as a prop of merit or a transfer of pressure. There is only one dead end in the end.

The high anger of the nightingale made Herti in the cage aware of it. She couldn’t help but withdraw two steps backwards. "Your Majesty, you promised me!"

Roland reached out and stopped the nightingale. "Who did these things happen? Iphi said that you have not seen Annie."

"Tianyan... she has been killed by ashes."

“No one else?” he asked. “Now the witch in the **** meeting is ignorant of this matter?”

Herti nodded.

"speak out!"

"……Yes."

Roland’s heart sighed with relief. “The last question, what are you aiming to recruit witches everywhere and set up a **** meeting?”

Herti said after a moment of silence: "At first I just wanted to help my father to climb the throne that should belong to him."

She did not go on, but Roland knew the result. When Morgan died, the **** teeth became a tool for her desire to realize her power.

Out of the dungeon, the nightingale couldn't help but hold his hand. "Do you really want to kill the murderer?"

"Herti Morgan is the witch of the island, and it is not appropriate for me to dispose of it. Tilly took her to the West, but entrusted me to help her find out the truth."

"You mean..." The eyes of the nightingale shone.

"Is it impossible for her to sleep in the island? It is not something I can decide." Roland said. (To be continued., your support is my biggest motivation.) 17-02-2011:34:51