Chapter 257 Mystery

Ever since the five Sleeping Island witches arrived in Border Town, Roland had been in a state of excitement. After the dinner, he found himself lying in bed and unable to fall asleep, so he had to get up and drink half a glass of white wine to force his body to fall asleep. ?? ?Hunting?Text??????????????

By the next day, when the summer cicadas in the courtyard started to sing "嗞呀", he had already regained consciousness. I climbed out of bed energetically, took a simple wash and walked into the office - at this time the sky was just turning pale, and the first ray of morning light evenly sprinkled into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Roland looked around, but he didn't see any familiar figure in the past. Normally, when he opened the door and walked in, he would always see Nightingale lying on a chair with a lazy look. He could not help but smile slightly, sat down at the table, took out the notepad from the drawer, and began to plan the next witch training plan.

Wendy, Scroll and the others will naturally help newcomers get familiar with the environment and integrate into the group. What he has to do is to launch a sugar-coated artillery offensive so that visiting witches can enjoy the comfortable life unique to this place. It is not necessary to keep the other party in Border Town to be considered successful, even if they go back, it is an excellent promotion for their territory.

When the sun was fully up, Nightingale finally appeared in the office, "Oh? You woke up really early today. Could it be that you can't hold back the new witch as Lily said?"

"What nonsense?" 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 stretched out her hand to pick up the bag, turned around and sat back on the recliner, "That witch named Sylvie, half of her ten sentences are lies, although it is not serious enough to harbor evil intentions, but there must be a lot of small things hidden in her heart." .”

"Hmm... understandable," Roland said nonchalantly, "Maybe she wants to see if I'm really Roland Wimbledon."

"What?" Nightingale was slightly taken aback.

"If your relative's temperament changes drastically, you will definitely wonder if he has been replaced or controlled?" He laughed, "I guess that's how Tilly sees me. How can someone who is idle, ignorant, and famous for bullying the good and fearing the evil, stand up and protect the witch?"

In fact, any bad comment is not too much to describe the fourth prince. He even found such a story in his childhood memory: The fourth prince accidentally broke a few crystal glass jars while playing in the palace. For punishment, he not only put all the responsibility on Tilly Wimbledon, but also faked the scene and threw his six or seven-year-old sister into the glass slag. With such a dark history, it's no wonder that others are not impressed. Now it is normal to suspect that the brother who has changed his temperament is no longer himself, and anyone would want to find out.

"Hearing you say that, I also want to know," Nightingale asked curiously, "Then are you really Roland Wimbledon?"

"I am, and I am not." Roland spread his hands.

She was stunned for a moment, "Why does the ability tell me that this sentence is true?"

"Because that's the truth." Nightingale's ability could only distinguish deliberate lies, and he didn't think he was lying.

"..." She frowned and thought hard for a long time, and finally supported her forehead and decided to give up thinking, "Forget it, I'll ask Anna directly in the future. No matter what, as long as you are the Roland I know well."

"Of course, I've always been me since I met you." Roland smiled.

After breakfast, the five witches from Sleeping Island were brought to the office by Wendy.

"Good morning, Your Highness." The five bowed their heads in salute.

"Relax, I'm not a person who pays attention to etiquette. You can call me the same way as you call Tilly." Roland waved his hand, "I won't arrange any work for you in the first week, mainly to get familiar with the town. environment and life. You can visit Border Town at will, and no one will speak ill of you because you are a witch, or try to arrest you in exchange for rewards——I have eradicated the church from the Western Region, so here, like Sleeping Island, is a piece of land. Land of the Free."

"I think you all know the reason for the magic phagocytosis, so the necessary practice can't be left behind. There are no restrictions on the time of day, just don't forget to come back for lunch. After dinner, there will be elementary education classes, including literacy and Reading and writing, as well as simple mathematics and natural knowledge. Tilly may have mentioned to you that the abilities of witches can be further strengthened in addition to adult days, so it is very necessary to master these knowledge. If you are interested, you can come and join the town witch Listen to the class."

"In addition, you will be paid a golden dragon every month, as well as weekends and paid leave - if you don't understand, you can ask Wendy. In short, everyone's daily life is the same as that of the Witch Union. Sleeping Island is owned by witches." Home, and Border Town is the same." Roland paused, "Then let's test our ability first, Tilly's description in the letter is not very clear, I want to see it with my own eyes. It's not convenient to use it here, let us Change to a 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 hand, and put several pieces of yellowed parchment and a letter on the table, "Miss Tilly found these documents in the ruins of a fjord, and all the things she wants to ask you are written in this letter." gone."

Roland opened the envelope suspiciously. The letter was not long, and he quickly read the end, but the content described inside set off a huge wave in his heart.

An artificial stone island sleeping on the bottom of the sea, unpredictable tides, observation mirrors that can still function after hundreds of years, and stone gates built on the cliffs... It's incredible, why the fjord has such an incredible Relics exist? And Tilly's question at the end also made his back feel numb - after glancing at the parchment, he found that the words were indeed somewhat familiar.

"Call the scroll quickly," Roland told Nightingale.

Scroll quickly rushed back to the castle from the city hall. When she summoned the book of magic, the prince couldn't help frowning.

I saw that the "Holy Book" that Hakala brought out from the forest ruins in the east border and the documents found in the fjord ruins were written in exactly the same language! Tilly's guess in the letter was confirmed, these ancient ruins were all made by the same group of people.

If the Church built it all, why was it all abandoned? And not only these majestic buildings, but even the records from 450 years ago have all been wiped out. What are they trying to hide?

The scorching sun of Ji Xia couldn't make Roland feel any warmth, he only felt a faint chill rising from the soles of his feet, gloomy and cold.

Is the stone tower that Lightning discovered in the Hidden Forest also related to these ruins? There are also evil beasts, devils, and the holy city of Taquila... What happened four hundred and fifty years ago? Roland felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. (To be continued.)