The fire in the fireplace flickered twice and gradually dimmed. Nightingale appeared and added a few more pieces of firewood into the fireplace. There was a crackling sound in the fireplace and the flame suddenly brightened.
Roland looked at the elongated shadow of the cup and let out a deep breath. Tilly had been gone for a long time. He had been thinking about their conversation to see if there was any way to change the result, but in the end, he did not find the answer. Trust was a very strange thing. Apart from investing time, other methods had little effect.
"So there are things that you can't do." Nightingale patted the dust off her hands and walked over to sit in her usual seat. "What did you say to her that day?"
"A white lie." Roland leaned back in the chair. "It's normal that she doesn't want to believe it." He paused. "You said you had a younger brother. If he suddenly became very different from before and emphasized that he was still the same person, would you believe him?"
"You mean the guy who looked innocent but betrayed me the moment he turned around?" Nightingale curled her lips. "In my opinion, he was basically no different from a mutation."
"Well, I shouldn't have mentioned this."
"It doesn't matter. I've already left the Gilen family. They're just strangers," she said disapprovingly.
"She and I were like strangers too." Roland sighed. "Or rather, I didn't get along well with everyone in the palace."
"If you're annoyed, you can tell me." Nightingale smiled. "I've always been very curious about the life in the palace. I also want to know how bad your personality was at that time. You could let your terrible reputation spread to Silver City."
"To be honest, I was much worse than I am now." Roland could not help but curl the corner of his mouth. He picked out a few things from his memory and said, "She probably started to hate me from the moment I threw her into the glass."
"It's really... terrible." She clicked her tongue. "But I think, she doesn't hate you now."
"Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "You even know this?"
"Of course, didn't she say a few words? Personally, I also want to stay here and learn interesting knowledge," Nightingale mimicked. "It sounded like words of comfort, but the truth is that she wasn't lying when she said it. If he really hated this place as much as he did in the past, he wouldn't want to stay here. "
"Are you comforting me?" Roland laughed.
"If telling the truth counts," she shrugged, "and I think it's good to keep the status quo."
"Why?"
"She promised to give priority to providing witches for Border Town and support you in fighting against the demons, so it doesn't matter if she's here or not. If all the witches from Sleeping Island come in at once, and there are a few more like Ashes, I will be very busy. "Nightingale threw a piece of dried fish into her mouth and muttered," Not everyone is as obedient as Maggie. "
Roland could not help but laugh. "From what you said, you seem to have caused trouble for Ashes?"
"Ah? No, why would I? "Nightingale waved her hand." I just watched her occasionally to prevent her from harming the members of the Witch Union. "
"Really?"
She tilted her head and whistled.
"I don't know if it's an illusion." Roland stared at her and said, "Why do I always feel that you're actually very happy after I was rejected?"
"That's an illusion," Nightingale said with certainty. Then she looked in the direction of the door and said, "Well, someone's coming." She disappeared after saying this.
"Is this the cicada's escape plan?" Just as he was thinking about this, there was a knock on the office door.
Roland was greatly surprised. It was almost midnight, and there was still someone coming? He replaced the candle on the candlestick and said, "Come in."
It was Agatha who opened the door.
The prince could not help but be surprised. "What's the matter?"
She walked to the round stool in front of the table and sat down without saying a word. "I heard from Ms. Vendy that whether it is the flintlock that can restrain the Extraordinary or the artillery with amazing range, they all originated from your ideas? And the principles and production methods of these things are all recorded in the books you wrote? "
"Do you mean 'Natural Science Theoretical Foundation' and 'Elementary Chemistry'? There are indeed relevant principles in them, but as for the production methods, they were not written due to space constraints. "Roland said," After all, these are only elementary theory textbooks. You came here to ask me about this? "
"Only members of the Witch Union can learn this knowledge, right?" She did not answer, but continued to ask.
Roland nodded, he had already guessed what she wanted to say.
"Then I apply to join the Witch Union," Agatha said almost without pausing.
"But the Witch Union belongs to Border Town. Are you sure you want to work for the town?" He asked curiously. "Its Lord is not a Transcendent, but just an ordinary mortal."
"You can create weapons that can fight against the demons, so you can't be regarded as an ordinary mortal. Even the Quest Society will have a place for you." Agatha paused for a moment. "As long as you don't harm the witches and don't become enemies with the survivors of the Union, I don't mind cooperating with a mortal."
It was probably a little difficult for her to say that working for a mortal was temporarily, but Roland was impressed by Agatha's ability to accept. Perhaps people engaged in research were always able to quickly accept new things. He held back his laughter. "I thought you would follow Tilly to Sleeping Island, which is a city built by witches."
"It's just a refuge to escape from the Church's pursuit," she shook her head, "I've already asked them about the situation before I made this decision, and I've seen too many cities ruled by witches before I was frozen, but now they've all been buried in the dust. It's meaningless if we don't defeat the demons. I hope to see the hope of victory here. "
"You will," Roland nodded. "But I can't guarantee that you won't become enemies with the Union. Because it may not have disappeared, but changed its name to hide itself. "
"What?" Agatha was stunned.
"I've carefully thought about what you said. Even if they fail and escape from Taquila, the Union still has Transcendents and a group of Blessed Warriors. In this undeveloped area full of indigenous people, it's unlikely that they will be completely cut off from the news, unless they want to do so." Roland said in a low voice, "The church is probably the incarnation of the Union. It's not the mortals who took away the power and the manufacturing method of the God's Punishment Army from the witches, but the witches themselves who turned the Union into an organization that hunts witches. In this way, it's more convenient for them to create a large number of God's Punishment Army. "
"You mean … the current tragic situation of the witches being oppressed and hunted is all caused by the Union?" She asked incredulously.
"I'm not sure, it's just a speculation." Roland stood up and walked to the bookshelf. He took out a few thick black books and handed them to her. "These books contain the chronicles written by the church themselves, as well as the histories of the four kingdoms recorded by astrologers. You can refer to them. No matter what, the church is now our enemy, and also a target that we must destroy in the future. "
"If you decide to stand on the side of the witches and fight against the demons with me, the Witch Union welcomes you."
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