[Latest News] Tomorrow is 515, Qidian's anniversary celebration, the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and the school bag, this time the 515 red envelope must be flipped, there is no reason not to snatch the red envelope. Set the alarm clock ~
Today's matter made Roland not in the mood to assemble the steam boring machine. For dinner, he deliberately asked the chef to prepare a particularly rich meal, including unlimited black pepper steak and fried eggs, which made Anna and Lightning's bellies bulge. Nana tried her best to maintain her etiquette, but in the end, her small mouth was still chewing until it was shiny. In addition to the dining room, he also asked the maid to prepare an insulated porcelain, filled with soft stewed meat and wheat porridge, and sent it to Nightingale's room. As long as they woke up, they would be able to eat warm food.
After dinner, the next step was to arrange the rooms. Fortunately, the previous Lord of Border Town was very ostentatious, a small town born for mining and early warning, its castle was built according to the standard of a medium-sized town. In Roland's familiar words, it was a living area of 900 square meters, a total of three floors, with a single-story villa, with watchtowers and arrow towers at the four corners. It also came with a front yard and a back garden.
Roland arranged Lightning's room opposite Anna's door, and the next room was intended for Vendy after she recovered. Seeing Nana stick to Anna's room like sticky candy, he couldn't help but laugh and shake his head.
After returning to the office, Roland poured himself a glass of ale. After all, the plan couldn't keep up with the changes. He thought that through Nightingale, he could harvest a large number of witches, lighting up the chemical, agricultural, biological and other branches of the tree of science and technology, but he didn't expect that the leader of the Witch Cooperation Association would be so hostile to the aristocracy. Neutral witches like Nightingale and Lightning were the minority. As for Vendy … according to Lightning, she didn't want to leave the Witch Cooperation Association of her own initiative, but in order to save Nightingale, she was attacked by the snake witch Cara and had to be brought here.
So be it. He drank the wine in his cup in one gulp. It was better than nothing.
During dinner, he roughly asked Lightning about her and Vendy's abilities, and learned that the little girl could fly freely in the air like a bird, while Vendy could use the power of wind. These two abilities were not very useful for science and technology, but if used well, they would still have great potential in the upcoming war.
He also inquired about the abilities of the other witches in the camp, and found that they had a variety of abilities, completely without rules. Some effects could be barely explained with scientific theories, but some were completely unbelievable.
For example, the creator of the Witch Cooperation Association, Cara Witch Cooperation Association, Cara, Snake, and the Snake. could be used to attack the enemy. Different snake marks represented different toxins, from what Lightning had seen so far, there were at least two kinds of effects: paralysis and death.
But Roland found that, whether it was Anna or Cara, most of the witches' magic only had an effect at close range. For example, Anna's green fire would suddenly disappear from five meters away. Cara's snake couldn't leave her body too far. Nightingale and Lightning's ability had an even shorter range. If they wanted to affect foreign objects, they had to touch them.
So when they faced the Church's army equipped with crossbows and God's Stone of Retaliation, they could only flee in all directions.
Roland was busy in the office until midnight, when the fire in the fireplace gradually dimmed. Roland sneezed and planned to go back to his room to sleep.
As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, he realized that something was wrong. The scene in front of him was very familiar. A woman was sitting at the head of his bed. Half of her figure was shrouded in darkness, and the light from the fire cast her shadow on the wall like a mural. But there were also many differences. She was not wearing that unchanging robe, but had changed into ordinary casual clothes. Her appearance was no longer as unfamiliar as when they first met. Instead, she was so familiar that he could recognize her at a glance.
Nightingale.
Roland suddenly became a little nervous, this situation, could it be … my luck is coming?
Nightingale also saw the Prince, she got up and slowly walked over. After only half a day of rest, her complexion was much better than when he first saw her. Her cheeks were rosy instead of pale, and her hair was no longer dull. Roland had to admit that a witch's self-recovery ability was really amazing.
"You've worked hard," Roland coughed and broke the silence. "Why don't you rest for a while? Lightning has already told me everything."
Nightingale shook her head.
Roland faintly felt that something was wrong. Her expression was solemn, and her eyes were filled with an indescribable persistence. She's decided something, Roland realized. This kind of resolute look was rare even for a man, so he restrained his other emotions and concentrated on waiting for the other's next words.
However, Nightingale didn't speak. She took a deep breath, then knelt down on one knee, raised a dagger with both hands, and slightly lowered her head – this was a standard Knight's salute. Nobles often swore allegiance to their superiors in this way.
"Your Highness Roland Wimbledon, I swear to you in the name of Nightingale and Veronica," she said in a straightforward manner. "As long as you treat the witches well, I'm willing to follow your orders. Whether it's to be a strong shield against the demons, or a sharp blade that cuts through the night, I'll have no fear or regret, until the last moment of my life."
So that's how it is, Roland thought. The Witch Cooperation Association's actions made her disappointed, so she put her hope of leading the witches forward on me. As a transmigrator himself, he should have refused. He was more accustomed to hiring or cooperating with others. If he took it a step further, they would have the same ideals and ambitions as comrades.
But he knew that sometimes it was meaningless to blindly emphasize equality, freedom, and so on. Without a suitable soil for growth, even if the seeds were sown, they would rot. As a prince, before unifying the whole kingdom, it was impossible for him to deviate from his own class.
Roland was silent for a moment, then, according to the palace etiquette, he took the dagger and touched her shoulder three times with the back of the dagger, "I accept your allegiance."
Nightingale's shoulder trembled slightly, as if she had finally relaxed.
Then he stretched out his right hand and held it in front of her.
Nightingale took his finger and gently kissed the back of his hand. In this way, the whole set of etiquette was over.
Although it was extremely inappropriate for a witch to perform the oath of allegiance, but to be able to perform this set of actions, at least it showed that Nightingale wasn't a commoner. And she had just mentioned Veronica … "Is that your real name? Don't you have a surname?" Roland pulled her up and asked.
"Yes, Your Highness. I have no intention of hiding it from you. Five years ago, I left the Gilen family, and that surname no longer has anything to do with me. " Nightingale calmly said. She had put down the last of her guard against Roland and simply told him about her past.
She was born in Silver City, which was named after its rich silver mines. Her father was a viscount, and her mother was a commoner woman. Such a marriage was not common, but the two got along very well. In addition, Nightingale also had a younger brother called Hyde. She spent her childhood in Silver City, which was also the happiest time of her life.
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