For a moment, Roland wondered if he had misheard. "What?"
Scroll bit her lip and repeated it again.
This time he was sure that he hadn't misheard. Would a witch care so much about his marriage? "Are you sure that witches can't have children? Is it because … for some reason, it led to a wrong understanding? For example, the Holy Mountain. "
"I also hope so," she sighed. "Unfortunately, many examples have confirmed this point. Whether it was with ordinary people or forced, there were no examples of witches giving birth. The Witch Cooperation Association didn't have any, and the other witch organizations also didn't hear of it."
"Reproductive isolation" … such a word emerged in Roland's mind. Have witches really completely surpassed ordinary people and become a new human being, so that they can't conceive offspring with the old human beings? Or is it because of the magic power gathering in the body, leading to this phenomenon?
But now is not the time to get to the bottom of it, he thought, the key lies in its influence. Would this be a hindrance to his idea of marrying a witch?
The first thing that came to Roland's mind was Anna.
Although it was a pity that he couldn't have children with Anna, but the premise of him liking children was based on his love for Anna, not having children would not reduce this love. Moreover, for him, who had a modern soul, the relationship between him and his descendants was far less important than the ancient emphasis on blood inheritance. As a separate individual, he didn't see his children as an extension of himself – the latter could neither inherit thoughts nor memories, but was an independent person.
Therefore, from an emotional point of view, he could completely accept the fact that witches couldn't have children.
Then there was only one obstacle left – the problem of an heir. However, this wasn't a difficult task for me, who had studied the long river of history. All I had to do was establish an empire that didn't need an heir. There were many ways to implement this, and I could slowly consider it later.
Overall, Roland was surprised to find that this was actually a major piece of good news.
How to build a social framework in which new human witches and ordinary people could live in peace and progress together was a problem that he had been thinking about since the night talk with Nightingale. But he found that even with the suppression of the God's Stone of Retaliation, as long as enough time passed, the witches and their descendants would always form a stronger group. Even if the technology developed to the point where ordinary people could also use magic, it still couldn't make up for the witches' overall superiority in intelligence, memory, and thinking speed.
And now he was told that witches were infertile. This, to a great extent, prevented the formation of family groups and weakened the gap between the witches and ordinary people. At the same time, he saw the hope of the two working together.
Perhaps because he had been thinking for too long, Nightingale couldn't help but grab his arm.
Roland snapped out of his thoughts and patted the back of her hand comfortingly. He cleared his throat and said, "That's what I thought before, and I still think so."
"…" Scroll was stunned for a moment. "What?"
The hand on her arm instantly tightened.
Roland couldn't help but laugh out loud. Previously, he had doubted whether he had heard wrongly. Was it the other party's turn now? He coughed twice and said again: "Now I still think so - I am willing to marry a witch."
…
When Scroll left, her expression was very strange. She seemed to be satisfied, but also slightly sad, which made Roland confused.
He could only ask Nightingale who was beside him, "Is she okay?"
The latter didn't answer, but looked at Roland with a smile. The sunlight outside the window shone on her white face and soft hair, bright and beautiful.
"Well," Roland looked away, "I'll take it that you're in a good mood."
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door. "Your Highness, a Knight has come to Longsong Stronghold, he said he has information to give you."
"Take him to the reception room, I'll be there later."
When the Prince entered the hall, the Knight immediately stepped forward, knelt on one knee and said, "Sir Pérot asked me to tell you that Timothy Wimbledon has sent an emissary group, they have already arrived at Longsong Stronghold."
"An emissary group?" Roland muttered, "How many people have come?"
"A total of about fifty people."
That seems to be a persuasion team, he thought, if it's just a diplomatic means, it won't hurt me at all, "When did they arrive?"
"Yesterday morning," the Knight said in a deep voice, "Sir Pérot asked me to hurry up and inform you of the news as soon as possible."
It only took them one day, I'm afraid they were carrying torches all night. "You've worked hard, take a good rest for a day and then return," Roland looked at the guard and said, "Reward him with a Golden Dragon, and take him to the hotel."
After the Knight left, Roland wanted to put this matter aside, after all, a team of fifty people was no threat to Border Town, and if it was only for negotiation, he could just let the leader come in. But thinking that Pérot was so cautious, it was better to know the whereabouts of the emissary group.
Thinking of this, he called Lightning and Maggie, and let them fly to Longsong Stronghold one after the other to check the situation.
After an hour, the two witches finished their investigation and returned to the castle.
"There's nothing," Lightning reported, "I haven't seen a team of fifty Knight on the road, I haven't even seen a single Knight."
"I haven't seen a single one, coo!" Maggie confirmed.
It seems that after their long and arduous journey to the big city, they need to find some fun to relieve their tired bodies. Roland felt relieved, "Before the arrival of the emissary group, you will scout along the road once a day." He paused, "By the way, how's the progress of the map you drew?"
"I've put together hundreds of maps, almost enough to fill Soroya's room," Lightning said, "She has now moved the map to the backyard, do you want to see it?"
"Okay," Roland said with a smile.
The backyard of the castle had been turned into a botanical garden, and since Sean had brought back the crop seeds from the Port of Clearwater, the things planted here had become even more bizarre. Moreover, in order to save land and flower beds, Leaf had put up a wooden shelf in the air, so that many plants, like grapevines, could wrap around the shelf and grow, and even climb up half of the castle wall. Now, the wall behind the castle was hung with grapes, apples, wheat and sugar cane. When the witches had nothing to do, they would gather in the backyard and eat some fruits and sugar cane from the wall. Unfortunately, these crops could only be grown under the influence of Leaf's magic, so they could only be regarded as incomplete experimental products.
The map was placed in the middle of the courtyard, it was five or six square meters, and was made up of pieces of parchment.
"We're here," Lightning put one hand around Roland's waist and slowly floated him up, floating in the air above the map. "Do you see the palm-sized grayish-brown square? From the air, Border Town looks like this. "
"The east and south are blue … are they the sea?"
"Yes, but we have to cross over a mountain ridge to get there."
Roland's heart slightly shivered, if it was said that the Barbarian Land was ten times wider than Graycastle then it would be normal, but he didn't expect that when the complete map was presented in front of him, the Western Territory would actually seem so small. In front of them was the Impassable Mountain Range, behind was the sea, it was simply like a border area sandwiched between natural strongholds. No … not only the Western Territory, he filled in the missing parts of the map in his mind, if the Impassable Mountain Range that divided the mainland was a wall, then Graycastle, and even the entire "mainland", would only be a small piece of land behind the wall.
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