Roland unfolded the letter and handed Maggie a piece of beef jerky.
"Coo!" Maggie opened her mouth and took the jerky, swallowed it in two or three bites, then obediently went to the table and buried her head in the feathers.
Good to see the letter, my dear brother, or "Your Highness Roland Wimbledon".
I have received your letter, and I am in complete agreement with you. Although I don't know why you suddenly changed your temperament, changed your previous playboy style, and are actually willing to help witches, but since you have already done so, then the Church has become our common enemy.
Perhaps you already know that I have become a witch, which is the reason why everyone is willing to believe in me. But you are a prince, a genuine aristocrat, and it is really incredible that you can gain the trust of so many witches. Ever since I found out about you, I've often wondered how you managed to do this. If you were like other aristocrats, using witches as tools, then it would be impossible to gain the approval of Ashes, and she would not have chosen to let Maggie stay in Border Town.
In addition, I am also very interested in the steam engine that Maggie mentioned, as well as the theory that knowledge can promote the evolution of abilities. Especially the latter, I hope to have the opportunity to discuss it with you in detail.
As for your invitation, I have thought about it over and over again, and found that I have no reason to refuse. The establishment of an alliance requires trust and sacrifice. If we are hesitant and cowardly, in the end, the Church will only take advantage of us. Therefore, I have attached a list of most of the abilities of Sleeping Island's assistant witches to the letter. You can choose the ability you need the most, and tell me through Maggie. If everything goes well, they will leave for your territory next month. For safety reasons, it is best not to exceed five at a time.
In addition, please specify a reliable transport plan, and send people to protect them. Every loss of a witch is a major loss for Border Town and Sleeping Island, and it will also cast a shadow over our cooperation. I hope you can take good care of them, just like you take care of your subordinates. If possible, please let them participate in the evening basic knowledge classes. I believe that if any witch's ability can become stronger, it will be good news for us.
Just as you said, the Church has revealed their true intentions, and it is only a matter of time before they take over the Four Kingdoms. Hopefully, when that day comes, you'll be ready for it. If it was too difficult to resist, Sleeping Island would be your haven of refuge. Of course, I will try my best to help you in the fight against the invasion of the Church.
Finally, I hope that we can put an end to the oppression of the Church and build a new order, a new kingdom where not only witches, but everyone will not suffer from unwarranted persecution.
Your sister, Tilly Wimbledon.
Roland put down the letter, and the joy in his heart was indescribable. He smiled and put away the letter, then took out a piece of beef jerky and extended it to Maggie.
She immediately stuck out her head and pecked away the food. "Gu, gu gu!"
He stroked the silky feathers on the back of her neck, and she closed her eyes in satisfaction.
"Thank you for your hard work, but Lightning went to King's City with the fleet, and should be back in a few days," Roland said with a smile, "You can go find Nana or Leaf to play, or go to the bathroom to take a bath and sleep."
"Gu … gu!" Maggie flapped her wings, then jumped from the table, flew out the window, and soon disappeared.
The sentence she had just said should be "I'm not tired, I want to go find them to play". Roland found that even if the other side spoke in the form of a pigeon, he could still understand the general meaning.
… Is this the power of habit?
Come to think of it, he had never thought that Tilly would actually accept his invitation, and even attached a list of the witches' abilities. This was simply a big treasure trove! Although the letter didn't say how long they could stay, it would take at least half a year for them to finish the entire primary education course. If he added another 100,000 questions, and the course was extended to a year, how much change could these witches bring to Border Town?
Moreover, after their evolution, the advantages for him far outweighed the disadvantages. Staying in Border Town could effectively promote the development of the town, and even if they returned to Sleeping Island, they would still be a living propaganda symbol. With the word of mouth from these people, the number of witches willing to go to Border Town would only increase, and Tilly wouldn't be able to stop this trend. Roland believed that, compared to enticement or coercion, waiting with sincerity was the real long-term strategy.
All in all, this reply had surprised him far more than he had expected. The openness and positivity of the other party made him feel as if he had met a godly teammate. This way, he would no longer be fighting alone against the Church. As for the safe transport route, he had already considered it. Avoiding the Port of Clearwater or Seawind Region, he would directly land on the uninhabited Bund in the south of Border Town. After arriving at the hilly area, he would then take a hot air balloon over the mountain peak and directly reach the hinterland of Border Town. During the whole journey, he wouldn't have to pay attention to the Church, Timothy, or Garcia's forces.
The more he thought about it, the more excited Roland felt. He resisted the urge to immediately browse through the appendix to select a witch, and instead focused his attention on what he had to do at the moment. After all, the witches from Sleeping Island would only be sent next month, and the most urgent problem facing Border Town right now was the construction of the houses.
Since the First Army had left for King's City, there had been an endless stream of refugees arriving in Border Town. In order to prevent the demonic plague from relapsing, Roland had arranged for them to stay outside the Western Wall, where a long line of wooden sheds had been set up for the refugees to temporarily live in. Together with the serfs farming on the banks of the Redwater River, the total number of the two groups had already exceeded 8,000 people. If the refugees were transported for a few more days, this number was likely to exceed the 10,000 mark.
Providing food for these people wasn't a problem, after all, since the Months of Demons, Border Town had never stopped importing food, but the problem of accommodation was obviously a big problem. It was now summer, and living in a simple wooden shed was also acceptable. In addition to shielding them from the sun and rain, it was also very ventilated, but there were a lot of mosquito bites. But once winter came, there was no difference between living in a wooden shed and being outdoors. The temperature outside was the same as inside the wooden shed. If they didn't move into a brick house, most of them wouldn't be able to survive the long winter. In other words, in the remaining six months, Border Town had to build houses and dormitories for 10,000 people to live in.
Roland spread out a piece of paper and began to write.
He intended to transfer some of the workers who had been building the Kingdom Avenue to the construction of the houses. After all, the road being late for ten days to half a month wasn't a big problem, but the people freezing to death in the territory would be a stain on his political achievements. Even when he had just crossed over, he was faced with a difficult situation where he didn't have money or people, but during the first Months of Demons, no one had frozen to death or starved to death. Now that he had the Witch Union and the steam engine, as well as a rich income and manpower, he naturally wouldn't allow such a situation to happen.
At this moment, Carter suddenly walked into the office.
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