Chapter 238 How Can You Regret It?

A week later, the first army expedition team and the witches finally arrived in Border Town. Counting from the date of departure, this mission took almost half a month, which was five days later than expected. [[〈August 1st School{say〔[网}〕]>))])?]〉

The main reason was that when the fleet was on its way home, the agent of the fortress, Pei Luo Hermon, sent a messenger to report the unknown disease in Longsong Fortress.

Since Roland had already reminded Pei Luo, when the epidemic was discovered, he took quarantine measures as much as possible, closed the entire urban area, and reported the news to Border Town as soon as possible.

After receiving the epidemic report, Roland asked Maggie to go east along the Chishui River, looking for the fleet carrying soldiers from the First Army, and asked them to divert to Longsong Fortress at the fork of the Chishui River to fight off the evil plague. Go back to town.

Roland led the remaining members of the First Army and the family members of the expedition team to greet their smooth return at the pier. Accompanied by the familiar army march, the soldiers saluted excitedly. After walking down the pier, they embraced tightly with their relatives, and Echo fired a salute at the right time. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively, attracting many serfs and fugitives to watch.

Back at the castle, Iron Ax made a complete report on the mission.

"You mean, there are witches among the enemies who attacked the First Army this time?" Roland thought for a moment, "It's unlikely to be the people of rats."

"Tasa thinks so too. He even thinks that the rats are assigned by other forces, otherwise these scumbags would seldom leave the nest. Those who can drive the rats and have witches, apart from Timothy, the only one left in the capital is the church." " Iron Ax said, "Even those big nobles can't come up with a bargaining chip to make the largest black street organization in the area move in one go."

"However, Timothy himself is in the Eastern Territory, and he dared to send witches out to fight alone. I think the church is more suspicious." Roland thought about what happened to Wendy and Ashes, and felt that the church had a group of secretly trained witches. Not surprising. "Are you sure she's dead?"

"Hitted in the chest by the nightingale, her chest was shattered." Iron Ax nodded, "We buried her in the wheat field, right where the remains of the sentry soldiers are now."

On the last day, the team of 300 people encountered a night attack by a large number of rats. In the end, one person died and four were injured, and the only victim died at the hands of the enemy witch. The four wounded were all shot by crossbows from the approaching enemy by luck. The continuous firepower of the revolver rifle made the battle end without entering the hand-to-hand combat stage. The wounded were also properly bandaged, and received treatment from Nana immediately after returning to Border Town - due to the presence of Lily, the wound was almost immune to infection, as long as the crossbow arrows did not hit vital organs, the chances of the wounded surviving after the bleeding was stopped extremely high.

In general, Roland is very satisfied with the achievements of the First Army's second expedition. As for being sneaked in by someone touching the whistle, he didn't know much about it. He only knew that he needed to set up light and dark whistles to monitor each other, but how to do it was left to Iron Ax to figure out.

"Thank you for your hard work. Tomorrow I will hold an award ceremony in the central square of the town. Go and inform all the members of the First Army."

After Iron Ax resigned, Roland heaved a sigh of relief.

"Good job." He took out a bag of charcoal-grilled dried fish from the drawer and put it on the table. "If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid they would be in danger."

Nightingale appeared and accepted the dried fish with a smile, "I told you before I left, I'm in charge of everything."

"How is the opponent's strength?"

"Agility and decisiveness. I should have been trained for several years. If she hadn't turned around and tried to resist, I would have entered the mist. Maybe I would have been touched by the choking powder she threw." Nightingale shrugged, He recounted the fighting process lightly, but he knew that all of this was in a flash, "I didn't want to kill her... But when I saw her piercing eyes at Wendy, I understood that there is no other way besides death. Nothing can stop her."

"..." Roland was silent for a moment, "Do you still remember what you said to me when you returned from the fortress after defeating Timothy's militia?"

Nightingale thought for a while, ""This isn't your fault"? "

"That's right," he nodded, "If she was a witch raised by the church since she was a child, she would only regard you as traitors and degenerates. Without getting along with her for a few years, it would be difficult to get her solidified thinking back on track... At least, you saved Wendy's life."

Nightingale laughed, "Are you comforting me?"

"Uh..." Roland coughed twice, "I really think so."

"Don't worry, I won't feel sad for the enemy. Although she is a witch, the path she chose is completely different from the future I hope to see. I have understood this point on the boat back." Nightingale took out a piece of fish. Dry stuffed his mouth, "Knock down the enemy, protect the sisters, I'm just doing my duty."

"It's good that you can think so," Roland said with relief. It seemed that I still underestimated her. I thought that she would feel lost and confused after killing the witch with her own hands, but I didn't expect to be able to adjust in a short period of time. It seemed that Nightingale had already matured in terms of both her mind and her belief.

"But there is one thing I want to ask you," she hesitated for a moment after swallowing the fish fillet before she spoke.

"What?"

"What have you and Anna been doing these days?" Even though Nightingale's voice was getting lower and lower, her eyes were still fixed on the prince, "...you know what I'm referring to."

Roland almost knocked over the cup in his hand, "Ahem, why are you asking this... I've been busy with resettling refugees these days, and I rarely even have the chance to be alone with her."

Her eyes lit up immediately, "You're not lying."

"Of course not, I'm—"

Before Roland could utter the second half of the sentence, Nightingale suddenly disappeared in front of him. Immediately afterwards, he felt a piece of soft lips sticking to his own. It took him a long time to realize what the other party had done.

"etc--"

In the end, he couldn't utter these words, and two slender fingers sealed his mouth. Although he couldn't see the other party, he knew that Nightingale was by his side.

"I know what you want to say..." She whispered in her ear, "I don't want to change anything, and I don't intend to get in front of Anna, I just want to stay by your side all the time, that's all. Please forgive me I dare not show my body, because now I don't know what expression I should use to face you. Your Highness, you don't hate me, do you?"

"..." Roland opened his mouth. If he said that it is impossible to hate Nightingale, the obstacle in his heart comes from the cognition of the past twenty years, rather than pure preference. On this point, he cannot deceive Own.

"In that case," she said softly, "then don't say anything. It's not your fault, I just did what I wanted to do." (To be continued.)