Nightingale leaned against the window and looked through the glass at the city under the night sky.
The dim shadows continued in the night, outlining the outline of the walls of King's City. Under the illumination of the lights, the three walls showed subtle differences. The nearest palace wall was light gray, illuminated by burning turpentine torches hanging on the wall. At first glance, it looked like an overlapping belt of bright and dark gems.
Further away was the inner city wall, gray and black, like a long snake winding around the city. Even after King's City had changed owners, the inner city was still shining brightly. It was the first time that Nightingale had seen a place livelier than Border Town. This fierce but short war had little impact on the lower nobles and rich merchants, and the night was still the best time for them to indulge and enjoy themselves.
Further out, the earth suddenly darkened, as if all the light was blocked by the long snake. The most magnificent bluestone city wall was completely engulfed in darkness, and only the faint sparks on the top of the city wall could be seen. The outer city, like most of the towns she had seen, fell into silence as night fell. Compared with the large dark areas, the lights in the inner city seemed weak, but this did not affect people's singing and dancing... For some reason, Nightingale suddenly thought of the human beings who had been forced to the corner of the continent. The vast Land of Dawn had been swallowed by darkness step by step, and demons and demonic beasts were lurking in it. But most people did not know this and continued to indulge in the remaining light.
"Phew, I'm exhausted." Vendy's voice interrupted her thoughts. She saw the red-haired witch rubbing her shoulders, walking to her side and lying on the windowsill with her.
"Are they asleep?"
"Yeah, they've been busy for a long time, and now they're finally tired." Wendy yawned and said, "I really don't know where they get the energy from. They've been flying around the hydrogen balloon all day, but they're still clamoring for stories."
"You should thank His Majesty." Nightingale could not help laughing. "If he hadn't punished them to do three sets of exercises last time, I'm afraid they would have gone on an adventure tonight instead of listening to stories." She looked back and saw Maggie lying on top of Lightning through the gap between the balcony and the bedroom. Her white hair almost covered the little girl's body. "The two of them really get along."
Since the rooms in the palace were more spacious and were arranged according to the layout of the living room and two bedrooms, the witches who followed Roland were allocated rooms in a four-person arrangement. It had to be said that this was the most magnificent place in the entire Graycastle. Even the guest rooms had carpets and bedding made of the finest fabrics. Some of the Nightingale could still name, such as velvet and silk, while others she could not even tell the material.
"Indeed," Vendy also showed a gentle smile, "I once heard from Lady Tilly that Maggie used to transform into a pigeon and sleep on the roof beam. The slightest noise would wake her up, and maintaining her transformed form was also to allow her to escape from danger at any time. Now, she can finally sleep peacefully like a normal girl. "She paused here, and her voice was a little emotional." We bet on the right chips. "
Nightingale didn't respond … nor did she need to respond. As long as the witches of the Witch Cooperation Association survived, they would all have the same feeling. At the moment of life and death, the Lord of Border Town extended a helping hand to them and promised to bring them a new world. But now, the sisters not only saw the dawn, but also found that the new world was almost at their fingertips. When the Holy Mountain that they had been pursuing for a hundred years was about to become a reality, this feeling of gratitude and recognition was far from being able to be described in a few words.
The two were silent for a long time until the midnight bell rang in the distance. Then Vendy asked again, "Do you … want to go back and have a look?"
"Go back where?" Nightingale didn't come back to her senses for a while.
"Silver City, your home." She pointed to the south. "It's only half a day's journey from here. If Maggie takes you there, it won't even take half an hour. You … have a brother there, right? "
Nightingale didn't expect Roland to mention this. After a moment of hesitation, she shook her head and said, "Now is the time to rectify the order of the city. Potential enemies are everywhere, and I can't leave His Majesty. When Graycastle is pacified, there will be many opportunities to go to Silver City. There's no need to rush. "
"I thought you would emphasize that you've severed ties with the Gilen Family, just like in the past." Hearing this answer, Vendy seemed to be relieved. "You seem to … no longer hate your brother?"
"If it weren't for his betrayal, I wouldn't have met you, let alone met His Majesty." Nightingale smiled. "Isn't this what you always say to me? Getting rid of the nightmare of the past doesn't mean I have to cut off the past. I now understand the second half of the sentence. As long as I can strive to live a more fulfilling life than before, it'll be fine."
"Well … it sounds like a good proverb." Vendy raised her eyebrows. "I didn't know your literary attainments were so high."
"So I won't sneak away. You can rest assured and go to sleep." Nightingale took her hand. "It's getting late."
"Okay." The two climbed into the big bed. Vendy summoned a breeze and blew out the candles. "Good night."
"Good night."
When Nightingale confirmed that she had fallen asleep, she gently got up from the bed, entered the Mist, and walked to His Majesty's room.
Next, it was time for her.
Darkness was on her side.
*
The next day, Roland received a piece of good news and a piece of bad news from Iron Axe. The good news was that after a night of interrogation, High Priest Ferry had finally revealed the secret plan to replace the king of Hermes and issue the order to fight for the throne.
The bad news was that the Church had been instigating this dispute for a long time, in order to weaken the war potential of Graycastle so that they could quickly capture the kingdom. And in fact, they had achieved many of their goals, such as the Kingdom's East and South … If he hadn't happened to become the 4th Prince, this plan was likely to make Graycastle collapse.
"You heard it all," he ordered Theo, who was next to him. "Spread the news, especially the Church's true purpose and Timothy's collusion with them. The more detailed the better. I want all the people in the city to know what they have done. "
"Yes."
Then Roland looked at Iron Axe. "Also, send a paddle steamer to bring Barov and Kyle Sichi to King's City."
The latter showed a rare look of embarrassment. "The Director has no problem, but the Chief Alchemist … Is he really willing to leave the laboratory and spend his precious time on the road?"
"I'll write a letter to Kyle," Roland curled his lips. "Not returning home after becoming rich is like wearing silk clothes at night." In layman's terms, when one's skill reached the Advanced Level, no one would mind showing it off. He and the Alchemist Workshop of King's City had always been competitors. As the saying goes, people of the same trade are enemies. Now that there was an opportunity to slap their faces, he didn't believe that he wouldn't come.
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