Three days later, in the castle garden.
"Sister Anna …" Nana pulled Anna's cuff.
"Hmm?" The latter turned her head.
"Don't you think, sister Nightingale … she's a bit strange?"
"Strange?" Anna was stunned, "Are you talking about her clothes?"
Nightingale stood beside Roland, she wasn't wearing the strange patterned gown that had never been washed, but instead, like herself, she was wearing the strange clothes invented by His Royal Highness. Although Anna didn't want to admit it, the other's tall figure vividly reflected the advantages of this set of clothes – well-proportioned legs, slender waist, and long curly hair. Paired with a cape and a pointed hat, anyone's eyes would be the first to gather on her body.
"It's not the clothes," Nana muttered, "Don't you think, the way she talks to His Royal Highness, and the way she looks at His Royal Highness, are different from before?"
"Is it?"
"…" Nana curled her lips, "Well, sister Anna, when the time comes, don't blame me for not reminding you."
Inexplicably, Anna shook her head and ignored her. Instead, she turned her attention to the other two new witches.
The one called Lightning, looked to be about the same size as Nana, but her dress was particularly unusual. Anna roughly counted, her rag-like coat had at least twelve pockets sewn on it.
As for the other witch, Vendy, she wasn't wearing the same patterned gown as Nightingale, but was wearing ordinary women's casual clothes. But there was one thing that Anna was particularly concerned about, and that was the other's chest … it was too magnificent.
"Since you all agree to sign the contract, then we will carry out the first training," Roland had the experience of training the previous two witches, and was now at ease, "Lightning, you go first."
"Oh!" Lightning raised her hand and walked out of the shed.
It was snowing outside, and there was no wind. The little girl easily floated in the air, waiting for Roland's next order.
"Let's test your fastest flying speed first!" Roland raised his head and shouted.
"Hehe, watch me." She made a thumbs up and got into a running position. Then, she quickly circled around the castle.
Roland gauged the speed with his eyes. It was about 60 to 80 kilometers per hour. This was the conclusion he came up with based on his experience of running the highway back to his hometown every year. In terms of flying, this speed was not fast, similar to that of an ordinary pigeon. However, it was said that she could fly with Nightingale and Vendy on the way back, which was a bit exaggerated.
What did it mean to take off while carrying a hundred kilograms of weight? In Roland's mind, an image of a piston engine with a hundred-kilogram bomb attached to it appeared …
But the following experiment shattered his beautiful fantasy.
When the weight exceeded fifty kilograms (about 110 pounds), Lightning's flying altitude dropped sharply. From the previous hundred meters, she suddenly dropped to about ten meters. But after changing to a weight of nearly one hundred kilograms, she could only fly two meters above the ground.
In other words, if he wanted to turn Lightning into a bomber, even if it was a few kilograms of explosives, she would still enter the range of the enemy's crossbow because of the height problem.
However, Roland quickly thought of a new use for the little girl – whether it was for reconnaissance or artillery shooting, she was an excellent candidate. The encirclement and annihilation plan, which had been bothering him before, now seemed to have found a glimmer of hope.
While the Prince was testing Lightning's ability, Vendy was quietly looking at him from the side.
After leaving the monastery, during her fifteen years of wandering, she had seen a lot of people, civilians, farmers, craftsmen, soldiers, and nobles. They were always the same, when they didn't know that she was a witch, they would show their desire and love, but once they knew that she was a witch, their desire and love would instantly turn into fear and hatred. At the same time, there was a kind of evil desire that almost made Vendy want to vomit.
She thought that in this life, she would only be accompanied by witches, and would never be able to get close to any man. This was also the reason why she intended to refuse Nightingale … not because she didn't trust her, but because of the fear in her heart.
But Roland Wimbledon changed her mind.
The way he looked at her was too ordinary – as if he had seen it countless times before. When she first saw Roland in Nightingale's room, she thought that it was because the other side hid very well and Nightingale was next to him. But in the next few days, his expression was still the same.
Was it because His Royal Highness's vision was much higher than that of the average noble?
There was also the contract, Vendy thought it was just a formality. But when she opened it to read, she found that it was densely filled with clauses, not only specifying the responsibilities, but also the rights that she had.
This was simply incredible! Taking a witch under his command and not depriving her of her freedom was already very generous, but he actually wrote about her rights in the contract?
For example, clause 2.1 (it was the first time that Vendy had seen this kind of writing), stated that she could have paid leave. According to the meaning of the following words, it meant that she could just take the money and not work. The next clause stated that the witch should complete the experimental projects arranged by the employer, but if the witch felt that some of the projects were difficult to complete or not timely, she could propose to change or refuse the application. The next clause stated that the employer should provide and guarantee the witch's safety, accommodation, food, and salary. When these conditions were not met, the witch could unilaterally terminate the contract.
These clauses were a bit tongue-twisting, but the meaning was very clear. The witch who signed the contract was not the personal property of the Prince, she also had the rights equal to the responsibilities. In this contract, she felt the sincerity of the other party – if it was just a formality, there was no need to list the contract in such detail.
Thinking of this, Vendy couldn't help but look at Nightingale. She was very clear about the other's experience, and also understood that she hated the nobility from the bottom of her heart. But at this moment, when Nightingale was talking with Roland, her tone and demeanor had a different kind of emotion – I'm afraid that even she herself wasn't aware of this change.
It had only been two months since Nightingale left the army and went to Border Town alone. After only two months of getting along with him, Nightingale had completely trusted this man.
From the fact that she would rather break off relations with the Witch Cooperation Association and return to Border Town, in her heart, I'm afraid that His Royal Highness Roland Wimbledon was more hopeful than the Witch Cooperation Association to give the witches a true home. The way the mentor did things was also sad, the founder of the Witch Cooperation Association seemed to have forgotten how difficult it was for any of her sisters to survive.
Vendy knew that she could not go back. Since she had been brought here by fate, why not believe in Nightingale's choice again? Just like she had believed in her countless times in the past –
"Vendy?"
"Ah …" Vendy recovered and found that Lightning's ability had already been tested, and everyone was watching her.
She showed an apologetic smile and walked out of the house.
Since I've made up my mind, I can't lose to the younger generation, right?
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