A week passed by quickly, and it was time for the scouting team to set out.
Roland called Barov, Carter and Iron Axe to the castle, informing them that he would be leaving Border Town for two days, and that the affairs of Border Town would continue to be carried out according to the usual plans and regulations.
Of course, this proposal was unanimously opposed by the three people. Carter hoped that he could fulfill his duty as the Chief Knight and stay by the Prince's side; Iron Axe requested to separate a team of one hundred people to protect him; Barov persuaded him to stay in the castle on the grounds that the decree issued by the City Hall had to be reviewed and stamped by the Lord before it could take effect. In the end, he had to put on the airs of a Lord, demanding that everyone follow his orders.
"Your Royal Highness, I don't understand, in the end, what is so important that you have to go in person?" Barov asked doubtfully.
"This matter concerns the survival of the Western Territory and even the Graycastle Kingdom," Roland was silent for a moment before he said, "and only I can make the best judgment."
"Can't you tell us the specific reason?"
"For the time being, I can't, but you will know one day." He shook his head, "In addition, this trip is a secret operation, you must not leak the information to anyone."
More than two hundred kilometers away from the Western Territory, there might be a base camp of the Devils, and these Devils had also destroyed the Holy City of Taquila, driving the resistance to the edge of the continent, and turning the Barbarian Land into a forbidden land that no one dared to set foot in. These words were really too shocking.
Roland himself was still okay, he had seen all kinds of apocalyptic movies, so he was numb to it, but for them, he was afraid that they would be unable to accept such a fact. Once the news was leaked, it would be even more troublesome, if it caused panic among the subjects, it might lead to a large number of people fleeing the Western Territory.
Therefore, now was not the right time to announce the truth.
After explaining the state affairs, Roland and the witches boarded a hot air balloon, rising from the castle vestibule and flying in the direction of the snow-capped mountain.
"Your Highness, if it is said that the Church was really fighting against the Devil more than four hundred years ago, then are they good or bad?" Ever since she knew about the existence of the Devil, Sylvie seemed to be preoccupied.
"Of course it's bad," Before Roland could open his mouth, Nightingale had already rushed to answer, "Have you ever seen a good person hunting a witch for no reason? If we really were the devil's minions then that would be fine, but sisters all know that witches have nothing to do with the devil, and the demonic bite is even more nonsense."
The other party continued to stare at Roland, as if waiting for his answer.
The latter thought for a while and said, "First of all, we still have to confirm whether the church is fighting against the demons or not. If they really made such a huge sacrifice, why would they hide the news and destroy all the past records? Publicizing this matter is the best way to increase the number of believers. This was a question that could only be answered after finding more clues. In addition, good and bad can not be so easily distinguished, it depends on which side you stand on. " Speaking until here, Roland smiled, "You actually want to ask me, in order to fight against the Devil, will I stand on the side of the Church, right?"
"I" Sylvie opened her mouth, but did not make a denial.
"The Church and the King are incompatible, even if there were no witches, I would not stand on the side of the Church," he spread out his hands and said, "Not to mention, now I also have you by my side."
"I said it," Nightingale said with a proud smile, "Even if the Church had fought against the Devil before, they still lost, and it was a crushing defeat. If it was Your Highness, who would have won and who would have lost, why would you side with the loser? "
"I understand," she gently nodded, the gloomy expression between her eyebrows seemed to have lightened a bit.
In this way, when dusk fell, the group could already vaguely see the outline of the snow-capped mountain.
It is really huge, Roland thought, even I have rarely seen such a towering mountain. There were no mountains around it, it was as if the earth had suddenly jumped up here without warning, leaving a road to the sky. The dusky mountain wall occupied more than half of their field of vision, if they wanted to go around the foot of the mountain by land, they would probably have to spend several months.
The camping site was chosen at the top of a mountain close to the sea, so that it would be easy to observe the surrounding movements, and also far away from the Concealing Forest, to ensure that the wild beasts would not be able to easily approach the camp.
After eating the dry food, everyone began to set up the tents, due to the limited carrying capacity of the hot air balloon, only one large tent could be carried. Therefore, Roland, in the spirit of noble character and unquestionable integrity, let the witches collectively sleep in the tents, he slept in the basket, and Maggie slept in the tree, anyway, after turning into a bird, she could even sleep standing up.
He found that his face was still a bit thin, he could not openly squeeze the witches together to sleep, even though Vendy and Soroya offered to let them sleep in the basket, in exchange for His Highness sleeping in the tent, he refused them one by one.
Only Sylvie, in the process of arranging the accommodation, looked at Roland with a vigilant expression, making the latter not know whether to laugh or cry.
After arranging the night watchmen, everyone went into the tents. Because the bottom of the basket was uneven, Roland found it difficult to sleep, so he simply sat on a rock facing the sea, staring at the bright moonlight on the sea in a daze.
At this moment, he heard the sound of subtle footsteps behind him.
The Prince turned his head, and unexpectedly discovered that the person who came was Anna.
When he was still in school, whenever he encountered a group outing, he would always have expectations in his heart that "maybe something will happen". Although most of the endings ended in delusion, this still did not prevent him from looking forward to the next activity.
However, when this scene really came, Roland felt his heart beat faster. Pretending that nothing had happened, he raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong, can't sleep?"
"No," Anna said bluntly, "I just want to accompany you."
"Is that so?" He coughed twice, "Thank you."
"I'm the one who should say thank you," Anna said with a smile. The silver moonlight shone on her face, emitting a faint light; her blue eyes seemed to be deeper than the sea, "Although Sylvie didn't thank you for what you said, I can see that her mood is a lot more relaxed."
"Are you happy for her?"
"No," she shook her head, "I'm happy for my choice."
Roland was startled, "What choice?"
Anna didn't answer, but closed her eyes and kissed his face. After a long time, she whispered, "Good night, Your Highness."
This also counted as "something happened", right?
Watching her return to the tent, Roland stretched with satisfaction, and was about to go back to the basket to sleep, when a pair of invisible hands held his face. There was clearly nothing in front of him, but his face once again felt a soft touch, but this time, it was on the other side. "Me too, Your Highness. Thank you for doing so much for the witches. "
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