Since the arrival of the five Sleeping Island witches in Border Town, Roland had been in a state of excitement. After the banquet, he found himself lying in bed unable to fall asleep, so he got up and drank half a glass of white wine to force his body to fall asleep.
The next day, when the summer cicadas in the courtyard began to make a "Yiya" sound, he had already regained consciousness. He climbed out of bed in high spirits, and after a simple wash, he walked into the office. At this time, the sky had just turned white, and the first ray of dawn was evenly sprinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room.
Roland looked around, but did not see the familiar figure of the past. Usually, when he opened the door, he would always see Nightingale lying on a chair with a lazy look. He could not help but smile, sat at the table, took out a notebook from the drawer, and began to plan the next witches training plan.
Helping the newcomers to familiarize themselves with the environment and integrate into the group would naturally be handled by Vendy, Scroll, and the others. What he needed to do was to launch a sugar-coated attack, so that the visiting witches could enjoy the unique comfort of this place. It was not necessary to make the other party stay in Border Town to be successful. Even if they went back, it would also be an excellent advertisement for his territory.
When the sun completely rose, Nightingale finally appeared in the office. "Oh? You got up very early today. Is it really as Lily said, that you can't restrain yourself from the new witches? "
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Roland smiled and put a bag of dried fish on the table. "How did you get along with the new sisters last night?"
"Sisters?" She curled her lips. "Don't trust them too much."
"What's wrong?"
Nightingale reached out and hooked the bag, then turned around and sat back on the recliner. "The witch named Sylvie, half of her ten sentences were lies. Although it was not serious to the point of harboring evil intentions, she definitely had a lot of hidden intentions."
"Well... it's understandable," Roland said carelessly. "She probably wanted to see if I was really Roland Wimbledon."
"What?" Nightingale was slightly startled.
"If your relative's personality had changed drastically, you would definitely wonder if he had been replaced or controlled, right?" He laughed and said, "I guess that's how Tilly sees me. In King's City, I'm famous for idling around, being ignorant and incompetent, bullying the good and fearing the evil. How could I possibly stand up and protect a witch?"
In fact, it was not an exaggeration to say that Prince Roland was a terrible person. In his childhood memory, Prince Roland accidentally broke a few crystal glass jars while playing in the palace. In order to avoid punishment, he not only pushed all the blame to Tilly Wimbledon, but also faked the scene and threw his six- or seven-year-old sister into the glass shards. With such a dark history, it would be strange if others did not have a deep impression of him. It was normal for them to suspect that their elder brother, who had undergone a huge change in temperament, was no longer the same person. Anyone would want to investigate.
"I want to know, too," Nightingale asked curiously. "Are you really Roland Wimbledon?"
"I am, and I'm not." Roland spread his hands.
She suddenly froze, "Why does my ability tell me that this sentence is true?"
"Because it's the truth." Nightingale's ability could only distinguish deliberate lies, but he didn't think that he was lying.
"…" She frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, she held her forehead and decided to give up thinking, "Forget it, I'll just ask Anna later. No matter what, as long as you're the Roland I'm familiar with, it's fine. "
"Of course, from the moment I met you, I've always been me." Roland smiled.
After breakfast, the five witches of Sleeping Island were brought to the office by Vendy.
"Good morning, Your Highness." The five witches bowed their heads and saluted.
"Relax, I'm not a person who pays much attention to etiquette. You can call me the same way you call Tilly." Roland waved his hand, "For the first week, I won't arrange any work for you. The main thing is to familiarize yourself with the town's environment and life. You can visit Border Town at will. No one will speak ill of you because you're witches, nor will they try to catch you in exchange for rewards. I've already eradicated the Church's influence from the Western Region, so this place is the same as Sleeping Island, a land of freedom. "
"I think you should all know the reason for the Magic Bite, so you can't neglect the necessary practice. There are no restrictions during the day, as long as you don't forget to come back for lunch. After dinner, there will be primary education classes, including literacy, reading and writing, as well as simple mathematics and natural knowledge. Tilly may have mentioned to you that witches can be further strengthened on the Day of Adulthood, so it's very necessary to master this knowledge. If you're interested, you can come and listen to the classes with the witches of Border Town. "
"In addition, you'll get a Golden Dragon as a monthly reward, as well as weekends and paid leave. If you don't understand, you can ask Vendy. In short, your daily life is the same as that of the Witch Union. Sleeping Island is the home of witches, and Border Town is the same. " Roland paused, "Then let's test our abilities first. Tilly's description in the letter isn't very clear, so I want to see it with my own eyes. It's not convenient to do it here, so let's change to a more spacious place. "
"Please wait a moment, Your Highness, I still have something to give you," Sylvie said.
"What is it?"
She opened the package in her hands and put a few yellowed parchments and a letter on the table, "Lady Tilly found these documents in the ruins of the Fjords. She wants to ask you everything in this letter."
Roland opened the envelope in doubt. The letter wasn't long, so he quickly read to the end, but the content of the letter set off a monstrous wave in his heart.
An artificial stone island sleeping at the bottom of the sea, the unpredictable ebb and flow of the tide, a telescope that could still be used after hundreds of years, and a stone gate built on top of a cliff … It's simply incredible. How could there be such incredible ruins in the Fjords? Moreover, Tilly's question at the end of the letter also made him feel numb. After glancing at the parchment, he found that the words were indeed somewhat familiar.
"Quickly call Scroll," Roland ordered Nightingale.
Scroll quickly rushed back from the City hall to the castle. When she summoned the Book of Magic, the Prince couldn't help but frown.
He saw that the Holy Book that Cara had brought out from the Eastern Forest ruins was actually written in the same language as the documents found in the Fjords ruins! Tilly's conjecture in the letter was confirmed. These ancient ruins were all created by the same group of people.
If it was the Church who built all of this, why did they abandon it all? And not only these magnificent buildings, but even the records of four hundred and fifty years ago were completely erased. In the end, what were they trying to hide?
Even the scorching summer sun couldn't make Roland feel a trace of warmth. He only felt a faint chill rising from the soles of his feet, gloomy and cold.