The sky was still gray, as if it was covered by a thick curtain. Countless tiny white spots drifted down with the wind, as if they wanted to fill the whole world. However, in front of the sea that embraced the sky, even the flying snow seemed small and powerless.
The Charming Beauty gradually approached the shoal in the wind and snow.
Roland had been waiting here for a long time. Facing the cold sea breeze, he opened his arms to Tilly, who had just boarded the dock. "Welcome back, sister."
The latter took off her hood, revealing her soft gray hair. She smiled and gently hugged him. Everything seemed so natural. "It seems that the Months of Demons arrived earlier than me. I hope I'm not too late."
As the two talked, the dock suddenly became lively.
"Your Majesty, there will be a welcome banquet tonight, right? Can you arrange another hotpot? "Andrea came over and asked, her tone full of expectation.
"Ahem, watch your words," Ashes reminded her.
Roland didn't know if it was because they were getting more and more familiar with each other, or if it was because of Nightingale's influence, but her calm aristocratic aura seemed to be disappearing little by little. Of course, the basic score was determined by her appearance. Even when she took the initiative to ask what to eat for dinner, she still looked elegant and pretty.
"Of course." Roland nodded and said, "In fact, winter is the best time to eat hotpot."
"That's what I thought." Andrea's eyes lit up. "No wonder you're a royal aristocrat, and no wonder you're the man that Nightingale likes..." Before she could finish her words, her mouth was covered by a pair of invisible hands.
Ashes held her forehead, turned around as if she had not seen anything, and started to talk with Vendy.
Tilly seemed a little surprised. She looked at Roland and then at Nightingale with a thoughtful expression.
Roland felt a little embarrassed. Before Andrea could ask, he coughed and said, "It's windy here. Let's go back to the castle and talk."
...
The witches who followed Tilly this time were still the three who played cards, as well as the former members of the Bloodfang Association, Iffy, Softfeathers, and Nightfall. It was not their first time to come to the Western Region, so they did not even have to go through the process of assigning rooms. After putting down the luggage, Roland gathered everyone in the parlor and told them about the recent events in the Kingdom of Dawn.
As partners sharing information, he believed that the witches of Sleeping Island should know about the Taquila survivors as soon as possible.
Hearing this, all the witches present could not help but smile. Ashes even asked directly, "So you are the Chosen One that Taquila is looking for?"
"Or rather, the first wizard in history," Tilly joked. "My brother is always so different."
"I don't have any magic power at all, so I don't have to be a witch." Roland spread his hands helplessly. "Besides, the Chosen One is just a name for the Taquila witches. As for what the Instrument of Divine Retribution is, I'll have to deal with them to find out. Before that, I plan to hold an artillery exercise outside the city wall of the Western Region, hoping to restore their lost confidence. "
"At the same time, it's also a kind of deterrence, right?" Although Ashes was no longer as unscrupulous as when they first met, she still did not hide some things. "Just like the defensive battle against the demonic beasts that you showed us."
"I just don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us," Roland said noncommittally. "Besides, the exercise is not only for the Taquila witches, but also for the people of Neverwinter to see the power they have. In this way, they will be full of courage even when facing the demons."
The meaning of no misunderstanding was to let the other side clearly understand their own strength, so as to dispel some unnecessary ideas. This was also the basis of diplomacy in the new era.
"Since it's a drill, you can't choose to hold it when the demonic beasts attack, right?" Andrea suddenly said, "I have a good suggestion."
"What is it?"
"How about using demonic beasts for target practice?" Andrea raised her eyebrows. "Compared with those monotonous wooden targets, real demonic beasts will be more impressive."
Roland was a little surprised. This was a good idea. Considering that he wanted to organize a group of people to watch the drill, he naturally could not wait until the demonic beasts attacked before arranging for people to go up the city wall. Not to mention that he was afraid of trouble, he was afraid that by the time everyone arrived, the demonic beasts would have already been blown to pieces. So in the beginning of the precision shooting session, he indeed planned to use some wooden targets, together with Soroya's painting skills, to create some fake targets.
Obviously, Andrea's suggestion was more entertaining. For the residents of Neverwinter, nothing was more exciting than these evil enemies that had troubled the Western Region for years being annihilated under the artillery fire.
"The demonic beasts that will be used as targets..."
"Leave it to us." Andrea patted her chest.
"Hey, isn't it better to stay in the room and play cards?" Shavi said with a bitter face.
"I'm also willing to help." Iffy always took the responsibility as long as it was related to fighting.
"But will it be dangerous to catch demonic beasts?" Vendy asked worriedly.
"If the scope is limited to the Misty Forest under Leaf's control, there shouldn't be any problems." Nightingale also seemed to be a little eager. "She can monitor the movements of all the witches and demonic beasts in the area, and drive away the overly powerful demonic hybrids. Even if they encounter the Fearful Beasts of Hell, there's still the Sigil of God's Will."
"Why don't we hold a warm-up competition before the artillery drill?" Tilly laughed. "How about we divide the sisters of Neverwinter into three groups and see who can catch more demonic beasts?"
"Divide into... three groups?"
"Sleeping Island, the Witch Union, and the Taquila witches." Andrea raised the corner of her mouth. "How about using a month's supply of Chaos Drinks as the reward? I'm really curious to know how delicious the food that you said is far more delicious than ice cream bread."
"Wait... let Phyllis also participate?" Roland said in surprise.
"This will help deepen her intuitive understanding of the power of gunpowder weapons, won't it? Killing a demonic beast may not be a problem for Scourge's body, but when ordinary people can do it easily and efficiently, she'll naturally have more confidence in the power of Neverwinter. "
"Of course, there's no need to force her if she doesn't want to participate." Andrea shrugged. "Since it's a competition, it's still up to her own will."
"I see..." Roland looked at Ashes and the others, who were looking forward to it, and roughly understood why they made this suggestion. Although Tilly's argument was somewhat reasonable, their original intention was more to satisfy themselves. After all, they were here to help fight against the Months of Demons, but under the power of the First Army, they could do very little. Most of the time, they could only stay in the castle and rely on playing Landlord to pass their days. Compared to those assistant witches who were busy with their work, they were more like idlers.
After all, they were combat witches.
In this mass production, he might have indeed neglected the feelings of these witches.
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