Chapter 293: The Night Before

A week passed quickly, and it was time for the scouting team to set off.

Roland called Barov, Carter, and Iron Ax to the castle, and told himself that he would be leaving the town for two days. The affairs of Border Town continued to be carried out according to the usual plans and regulations.

Of course, these words were unanimously opposed by the three of them. Carter hoped that he could fulfill the duties of the chief knight and guard the prince; Iron Ax asked for a team of one hundred people to guard; He was advised to stay in the castle for the reason that the lord's review and stamping would only take effect. In the end, he had no choice but to show the air of the lord and asked everyone to act according to his orders.

"Your Highness, I don't understand, what is it that is so important that you must go there in person?" Barov asked suspiciously.

"This matter is about going to the western region...even the survival of the Kingdom of Graycastle," Roland said after a moment of silence, "and only I can make the best judgment."

"Can't you... tell us the specific reason?"

"Not yet, but you will know one day." He shook his head. "In addition, this trip is a confidential operation, and you must not disclose the information to anyone."

More than 200 kilometers away from the western border, there may be a stronghold of demons, and these demons once destroyed the holy city of Taquila, drove the resisters to the edge of the continent, and turned the barren land into a place where no one dared to set foot. Forbidden land, these words are too frightening to say.

I'm fine, and I've become numb after watching a lot of world-destroying movies, but for them, I'm afraid they can't accept such a fact. Once the news leaks out, it will be even more troublesome. If it triggers panic among the citizens, it may cause a large number of people to flee the western border.

So now is not the right time to declare the truth.

After explaining the political affairs, Roland and the witch took a hot air balloon, lifted off from the castle vestibule, and flew towards the snow-capped mountains.

"Your Highness, if it is said that the church was resisting the devil more than 400 years ago, then were they good or bad?" Ever since she learned of the existence of the devil, Sylvie has always been preoccupied.

"Of course it's bad," Nightingale replied before Roland could speak. "Have you ever seen a kind person hunt and kill witches for no reason? If we are really the minions of the devil, that's fine, but sisters We all know that witches have nothing to do with devils, and it's even more nonsense to talk about eating by demons."

But the other party was still staring at Roland, as if wanting to hear his answer.

The latter thought for a while, "First of all, whether the church is fighting against the devil has yet to be confirmed. If they really made such a big sacrifice, why did they conceal the news and destroy all past records? Publicizing this matter is the most important thing. The best way to expand believers. I am afraid that the truth of this question can only be known after more clues are found. In addition, good and bad cannot be distinguished so simply, it depends on which side you are on." Speaking of which, Roland laughed Laughing, "You actually want to ask, will I stand on the side of the church in order to fight against the devil, right?"

"I..." Sylvie opened her mouth, but did not deny it.

"The power of the church and the power of the king are incompatible. Even if there were no witches, I would not stand on the side of the church." He spread his hands, "What's more, now I have more of you by my side."

"Let me just say it," Nightingale said with a smug smile, "Even if the church had fought against the devil before, they still lost, and it was a disastrous defeat. If it is His Highness, we don't know who will win and who will win. Why should we rely on the losers?" side?"

"...I understand," she nodded lightly, and the gloom between her brows seemed to have faded a bit.

In this way, when dusk fell, the group of people could vaguely see the outline of the snow-capped mountains.

It is indeed huge, Roland thought to himself, even he has rarely witnessed such a majestic mountain. There are no corresponding mountains around it, as if the earth suddenly jumped here without warning, leaving a road to the sky. The gray mountain wall occupies most of the field of vision, and it may take several months to bypass the foot of the mountain by land.

The camping site is chosen on the top of a mountain near the sea, so that it is convenient to observe the surrounding movement, and it is far away from the hidden forest, so that wild animals cannot easily approach the camp.

After eating dry food, everyone started to set up tents. Due to the limited load capacity of hot air balloons, only one large tent can be carried. Therefore, Roland carried forward the spirit of integrity and let the witches sleep collectively in tents, sleep in hanging baskets by themselves, and Maggie slept in a tree—after all, after turning into a bird, she could fall asleep even standing up.

He realized that his skin was a bit thin after all, and he couldn't sleep together with the witches in an open manner. Although Wendy and Soraya proposed to let them go to the hanging basket and change the prince to sleep in the tent, they were all rejected by him. up.

Only Sylvie kept looking at Roland with vigilant eyes during the process of arranging the accommodation, making the latter feel dumbfounded.

After the night watchmen were arranged, everyone got into the tent one after another. Due to the uneven bottom of the gondola, Roland couldn't fall asleep for a while, so he simply sat on a rock facing the sea, staring at the sea against the bright moonlight in a daze.

At this moment, there were subtle footsteps behind him.

The prince turned his head and found that it was Anna who had come.

When he used to go to school, whenever he encountered a group outing, he always had expectations in his heart about things like "something might happen". Activities are expected.

But when this scene really came, Roland felt his heart beat faster. Pretending to be nonchalant, he raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong, can't sleep?"

"No," Anna said bluntly, "I just want to stay with you."

"Really?" He coughed twice, "Thank you."

"It's me who should say thank you," Anna smiled. The silver moonlight shone on her face, emitting a faint light; her blue eyes seemed to be deeper than the sea, "The words you said to Sylvie... Although she didn't thank you, I can see her mood Much easier."

"Are you happy for her?"

"No," she shook her head, "I'm happy with my choice."

Roland was startled, "What...choice?"

Anna didn't answer, but closed her eyes and kissed him on the face. After a long time, she said softly, "Good night, Your Highness."

This also counts as "something happened"... right?

Seeing her return to the tent, Roland stretched contentedly, and when he was about to go back to sleep in the hanging basket, a pair of invisible hands held his face. There was clearly nothing in front of him, but there was a soft touch on his face again, but this time, it was the other side. "And me, Your Highness. Thank you for doing so much for the witch."

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