Seeing the Knight leave, Roland returned to the table, "You can cure small animals, why do you still think witches are evil?"
"My teacher said that witches can do things that ordinary people can't, sometimes they don't seem bad, but it's a trap set by the Devil to lure more people …" The girl's voice lowered, "I, I really haven't seen the Devil, I swear."
"Of course you haven't seen it, it's just the Church's lies, your teacher was also one of the deceived people," Roland comforted.
"The Church deceives people?" Nana opened her mouth wide, "Why?"
Roland shook his head and didn't explain. Even if he said it, they wouldn't be able to understand. When civilization has not developed to a certain extent, this kind of strange thing will always happen. Even without the motivation of interests, people will automatically attribute natural disasters, man-made disasters, or incomprehensible phenomena to the imaginary people behind the scenes – as far as history is concerned, most of the blame is borne by women.
But in this world, witches have real power of unknown origin, so it is easier for them to become the Church's target. Think about it, it is impossible for the Church to ignore this kind of phenomenon. They can either confer all witches as Saintesses, saying that this is a gift from God, or hunt witches, saying that they are the Devil's spokesmen. However, once they choose the former, the prestige of the monotheistic religion will be greatly affected – because the appearance of witches has nothing to do with the Church. If the Church that believes in other gods also confer witches as Saintesses, then everyone is the Chosen One, then whose God is the only True God?
The premise for the coexistence of polytheistic religions is that the Gods really exist and can restrict each other. Since God doesn't exist, they are all symbols made up by words, so why should they share this world? Therefore, any monotheistic religion will claim that they believe in the True God, for the heathens, there is only one way to go, and that is to destroy the body. Similarly, they can only choose the latter, and spare no effort to attack witches.
This has nothing to do with preference, it is only for the benefit.
There is a live chicken in the castle kitchen, and when the Knight came with its wings, it was still kicking.
What happened next left Nana dumbfounded. Roland took out a silver knife from his waist and gave it to the Knight to stab the chicken. After stabbing it, it would ask Nana to come up and heal it. After healing it, it would change the method to continue … and so on.
When the chicken that had been tormented for a long time finally died, Roland had a general understanding of Nana's ability.
She could restore damaged parts, including cuts, fractures, and bruises. If a part was completely missing, such as a chicken claw that had been cut off, she would not be able to grow a new claw. However, by reattaching the broken claw and using his ability, he could make the fracture as good as new. In the end, she had no way to reverse life and death. Once the chicken died, her treatment would be ineffective.
During the entire treatment process, Roland did not see the "sticky water" she described. She simply placed her hand on the chicken's wound, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a series of experiments, Nana's physical consumption was not large, at least she was not sweating like Anna when she was training.
The only one who was dissatisfied was Nana herself. She felt that treating the chicken like this was too much. So much so that she kept staring at Roland with a pout until the end of the experiment.
"Well, don't stare, come eat something," Roland saw this and had to use the "summon afternoon tea" trick to divert her attention. This trick was tried and tested with Anna, he thought that few girls of her age could resist the temptation of delicious desserts. But it turned out that Nana's performance in front of the exquisite pastries was not much better than the former.
After eating the pastries, Roland asked someone to send Nana away. Anna asked puzzledly, "Why didn't you keep her? She is a witch like me, right? "
"She still has a family, and her family has not yet found out that she is a witch."
Anna whispered, "It's just a matter of time."
"Yes, it's just a matter of time," Roland sighed, "So a little later is a little later. You … Do you miss your father? "
She shook her head, her eyes as calm as the surface of a lake did not have a trace of ripple. It seemed that being betrayed by her father had completely disappointed her. But even if she had no family, she still had friends.
"Nana will come often, in fact, I plan to let her come here every two days to practice her ability."
Hearing this, she blinked her eyes and nodded quickly.
"Do you want to be like her, go back to Teacher Carr's academy and study with other children?"
Anna did not answer, but he felt that he had heard the voice in her heart.
"This situation will not last long … As long as I am here, you will eventually be able to live like ordinary people, no one will catch you and send you to the gallows. This day will come, "Roland said word by word," I promise. "
*****
Since Carr van Bate took over the project, Prince Roland suddenly became idle.
Every afternoon he stayed in the castle garden, accompanying Anna or Nana to practice. Now Anna did not need to prepare extra clothes for training, even if each of her fingers jumped up in flames, she could skillfully operate them, and would not accidentally ignite her witch's hat like before.
Nana also changed into a witch's uniform, and although she was reluctant to practice, for the sake of afternoon tea, she still pursed her lips and obediently did it. Watching the two witches wandering in the yard, Roland's wicked interest was greatly satisfied.
Occasionally he would go to the foot of the North Slope Mountain to see the progress of the project. After more than two weeks of construction, the city wall had been built about 100 meters. In the era without a theodolite to measure distance, Carr directed the craftsmen to use a wooden pole at the same time every day, according to the shadow of the sun to determine the distance and straightness. A watchtower was set up every ten poles to stabilize the city wall.
Such a large-scale use of manpower naturally attracted the attention of the nobles in the town, but in addition to asking Barov about the situation, there was no other movement, as if this matter had nothing to do with them. Roland did not care about this, these people's family business was in Longsong Stronghold, they would definitely not stay here to help him guard Border Town. He could even imagine this group of people privately gathered together to laugh at him for overestimating his capabilities.
Not only the nobles, but also the merchants. In the past, the peddlers who bought animal fur in Border Town, after seeing that there was nothing to buy this time, began to set off one after another to return to Longsong Stronghold. Naturally, they vented their dissatisfaction towards returning empty-handed on Roland, the ruler of the country. The rumor that Roland Wimbledon, the 4th Prince of Graycastle, was stupid and ignorant before the arrival of the Months of Demons, had already spread along the Redwater River.
At this time, perhaps no one thought that he could defend the town, and most people did not even think about it. After all, the 4th Prince left the impression that he was not brave enough to fight. No matter what he tossed around, in the end, he would have to obediently return to Longsong Stronghold to take refuge.
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