There was a shed in the castle's back garden, surrounded by wooden planks, leaving only two holes for windows.
In the center of the shed was a square pool made of green bricks, about three meters long and wide, filled with loess. After adding an appropriate amount of water, the loess was not only resistant to fire, but also had a certain degree of plasticity, so a small shovel could be used to dig out the ideal shape. There were also a few iron ingots on top of the loess – these were brought here by Carter Lannis from the blacksmith's shop.
Next to the pool was a well, which Roland had taken a fancy to, so he ordered people to build the shed here.
However, as a laboratory, it was still too simple. He shook his head, the things that were pieced together in one night naturally couldn't be said to be ideal. As for the formal workshop, he had to wait for Barov to finish collecting information before he could start construction.
"How was it? Did you sleep well last night? "
He turned around and looked at Anna's blank face, asking with a smile.
The witch's current appearance was completely different from her appearance in the prison – after careful cleaning, her flaxen hair was soft and glossy, and although her skin was not maintained, it was still young, and the light freckles on the bridge of her nose added to her youthful vitality. Her figure was still thin, and her slender body looked like it would fall with a push, but her cheeks were rosy, and the bruises and strangulation marks on her neck were much lighter than yesterday. Roland suspected that the magic not only gave witches magical powers, but also improved their physical qualities. At least in terms of recovery ability, Anna was much faster than ordinary people.
"Originally, after experiencing so many terrible things, I should have let you rest for a few more days, but time is really tight, so I can only wait until later to compensate you." Roland circled around the girl, "Does this dress fit you?"
The clothes that Anna was currently wearing were carefully selected from a variety of plans – in order to satisfy his bad taste. The full-body protective clothing of a smelter was too thick and not suitable for her. Although the mage robe in the game looked elegant, it was very difficult to move, and the fully wrapped robe could easily be touched by a spark and turn into Ashes. As for the maid dress, hey, is there anything more suitable than this?
Even if this world had yet to have real maid outfits, it was not a big problem. The maid outfits already had the embryonic form of maid outfits in the future. So Roland asked Tyr to make a set of clothes according to Anna's figure. He shortened the skirt, changed the long sleeves to short sleeves, changed the round collar to a folded collar, and tied a bow. Just like that, the new witch uniform came out of the oven.
Paired with a pointy witch hat (custom-made), black boots (ready-made), and a knee-length cape (custom-made), a character that could only be seen in movies stood in front of Roland.
"Your Highness, what … do you need me to do?"
Anna really couldn't keep up with the thoughts of this big shot in front of her. She felt that she was about to lose the ability to think. When she was put into a bag and dragged away in the dungeon, she thought that her cursed life would soon be free. But after taking off the hood, Anna found that what she saw was not a gallows or a guillotine, but a large, magnificent house. Then a group of people came in, undressing and bathing her. From her armpits to her toes, there was not a place that wasn't wiped clean.
Then it was time to change clothes. She didn't expect that she would need someone to help her dress, and she didn't think that the clothes could be so comfortable – they were soft and attached to her body, without any friction.
The last one to come in was an old man with a white beard. After he ordered everyone to leave, he put a contract in front of her. At this moment she understood that the one who said that she would be hired in the prison was the kingdom's 4th Prince, and it was not a joke. The contract clearly stated that if she worked for the Prince, she would be paid a Golden Dragon every month.
Anna knew what a Golden Dragon meant. Her father worked in the mine all day long, and his salary was determined by the amount of ore produced. Even during the best times, his harvest was only one silver royal. And one hundred silver royals could be exchanged for one Golden Dragon, and this also depended on whether the silver royals were good enough.
So, what was her job? Accompanying the Prince to sleep? When she was bathing, Anna did hear the maids whispering about it, but she didn't think she was worth the price. Her blood had been eroded by the devil, and she was a degenerate … Anyone who knew her true identity would only avoid her. Even if the Prince was so curious that he wasn't even afraid of the devil, he didn't need to pay her anything.
That night, no one came to find her, and she fell asleep – it was the softest bed Anna had ever slept in her life, so she fell asleep as soon as she lay on it. When she opened her eyes the next day, it was already noon, and lunch was sent to her room: bread, cheese, and a steak. She had already planned to die – for a person who had decided to give up her life, what kind of nostalgia would she have for this world? What was she thinking at first? But after putting the steak into her mouth, Anna couldn't help but burst into tears.
The mixture of meat juice and pepper melted in her mouth, and the strong spicy flavor mixed with a hint of sweetness repeatedly hit her taste buds, and even after swallowing it, it still filled her mouth … She suddenly felt that there was still a little bit of beauty in this world.
If she could eat this kind of food every day, even if the devil invaded her body, she would have more courage to resist, right?
At this moment, standing in this wooden shed that didn't look like a bedroom, nor did it look like a cage, she secretly made up her mind. Since the other side needed it, then whether it was wearing such strange clothes, or summoning that incredible power, she was willing to give it a try. So she asked again, but this time she didn't hesitate.
"Your Royal Highness, what do you need me to do?
"For now, you have to control your power, and practice it over and over again until you can control it freely."
"You mean the devil's –"
"No, no, Miss Anna," Roland interrupted, "it's your power."
The witch blinked her beautiful blue eyes.
"Most people in the world are prejudiced against you, thinking that the witch's power comes from the devil, and is extremely evil. In fact, they are wrong, "Roland squatted down and looked at the other side," and you also don't think so, right? "
He remembered Anna's chuckle in the dungeon, how could a person who thought of herself as evil give out such a sarcastic laugh?
"I have never used it to hurt anyone," she said softly, "except for that robber."
"Resisting against aggression is not a fault, you did the right thing. People fear you because they don't understand you – they know that constant training can make a strong warrior, but they don't know how to become a witch. The unknown power is always frightening. "
"You're not afraid at all," Anna said.
"Because I know it belongs to you," Roland laughed, "if that robber also had such amazing power, I wouldn't dare to stand in front of him."
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