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The snow outside the window became heavier. Snowflakes the size of fingernails fell from the sky. Looking at it, the sky above the town was full of snowflakes. Gray fairies fluttered in the wind and fell densely to the ground, merging with the white roofs and tree branches. Such a scene would make people feel cold.
But the colder it was, the warmer Tilly felt.
She leaned against the back of the recliner, half of her body covered by a soft blanket, and her feet were in the fire barrel — this convenient heating device was invented by Roland Wimbledon. The square wooden barrel was level with the chair, and there was a charcoal brazier in it, separated by a horizontal wooden fence. It was not like a burning bonfire, where one would easily be burned if they were too close, and would not feel much heat if they were too far away. As long as one put one's feet on the wooden fence, one could enjoy the warmth of the charcoal fire at close range, and then cover one's body with a quilt, as if it was surrounded by warmth.
The heavy snow outside the window served as a foil to the coziness in the room, probably the happiness produced by the contrast was the most impressive.
It had to be said that the treatment of the witches here was completely different from a year ago. It was not difficult to understand why they did not want to leave the town, because even she herself enjoyed this moment.
In addition to her, there was also Anna and Agatha in the room — this was originally Anna's bedroom. Taking advantage of the rare leisure time, Tilly would come to the door with a book and ask Anna for advice. At first, it was only the two of them, but now there was an ancient witch who had woken up from the ruins. Anna simply moved the fire barrel from the table to an empty space in the room, and asked Roland to add two more reclining chairs. The three of them sat around the fire barrel, their feet leaning against each other, and together they studied the new knowledge that would open their eyes to a whole new world.
Of course, most of the time it was just them asking questions, and Anna answering.
"It's hard to believe that such a book was written by a mortal." Agatha closed "Natural Science Theoretical Foundation" and took a deep breath. "The more I read, the more I feel that the world seems to be like this. There is a hidden rule in all the chaos, and everything follows the same rule. Even if he was born in Taquila, the Union will certainly include him. Maybe he will have the same status as a Senior Witch. "
At first, she had many doubts about the contents of the book, but with Anna's careful answers, Agatha's attitude towards Roland had changed dramatically.
However, Tilly believed that this change was only for Roland. The other mortals were probably still stupid in their eyes.
Thinking of this, she could not help but sigh. Only she knew that this knowledge did not belong to Roland Wimbledon, but to someone else, someone who had suddenly appeared in her mind.
After spending the past few days with Sylvie, Tilly basically confirmed this statement. But in this way, proving that he was still himself was an impossible task. And the most suspicious point was that he really didn't know where these memories came from, and who they belonged to? It was hard to believe that one's memories could be completely separated from one's life. At the very least, he couldn't do this. As long as he recalled the knowledge taught by the court tutor in his mind, relevant scenes of that time would always flash before his eyes.
"Where did he learn all this knowledge from?" Agatha sighed. "I thought the mortals' research had reached such a depth, but after a few days of observation, it seems that there is not much difference from 400 years ago — even a little behind."
"I don't know," Tilly shrugged. "Anyway, he couldn't have learned it from the palace."
"What kind of person was he before?
This question made Anna also raise her head.
"Before..." Tilly pondered for a moment. "Arrogant and timid, doing things his own way, ignorant and incompetent, with a terrible personality... Probably the only good thing about him is that he didn't use his identity as a prince to do anything evil."
"Well... the level of mortals?"
"No, among mortals, he is also a terrible guy," she complained. "Even though he suddenly improved after coming here, it is still hard to figure out what he is thinking... He keeps everything bottled up in his stomach, and wants others to believe him. How is that possible?"
The room suddenly became quiet.
"What's wrong?" Tilly felt that the gazes of the two were a little strange.
"No... nothing." Anna covered her mouth and laughed. "This is the first time I heard you say this."
Damn it, she realized that she had said too much. This kind of complaint should not come from the mouth of an ally. Perhaps she had been too relaxed recently. "I mean..."
"It's okay, His Highness doesn't care about this kind of thing." Anna shook her head and smiled. "Maybe he also has his own difficulties."
"Roland..." Tilly hesitated for a moment. "Didn't he mention this to you?"
"No," Anna said indifferently. "I didn't ask. If he wanted to say it, he would have said it."
She sighed in her heart. For him, from the first time he met the prince, he should be the changed Roland, so it was meaningless to think about this problem.
"From what you said, he is a completely different person from before?" Agatha asked with great interest. "There is a saying in the Quest Society that the more extraordinary a person is, the more he will have different quirks from ordinary people. Maybe this kind of change is a normal phenomenon. When Roland was in the palace, did he howl at the moon or stare at the wall for a long time? "
"What kind of quirks are these..." Tilly shook her head helplessly. "In the past, he was no different from ordinary people, except that he was a little unruly. But … I also heard people mention that he once shouted in public that he wanted to marry a witch. It was probably because of these words that Gerald and Timothy always tormented him in the name of purifying the devil's minions. Moreover, my father also didn't like this kind of behavior, so his character became more and more unruly. "
"Because he wanted to marry a witch and was discriminated against?" Agatha curled her lips. "This is a great dream in Taquila. Of course, there are very few people who succeed. Most witches don't want to live with only one man for the rest of their lives. "
"But we are different from four hundred years ago. If he married a witch, he wouldn't have children to inherit everything from him. How could father have a good impression of this idea?" Tilly sighed. "But it has been more than ten years. He should have long forgotten the stupid words he said."
"Really?" Anna suddenly said, "But he is still willing to marry a witch."
"Well, does he remember — wait." Tilly couldn't help but stare. "You mean now?"
"Yes." She smiled gently. "His Highness Roland said it himself."
Tilly suddenly froze in place.
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