Chapter 327 Reason

"Miss Tilly!"

Walking into the lord's castle led by Nightingale, the fifth princess did not expect that Sylvie would be the first to come out to greet her. She happily ran towards herself, and without paying attention to salute, she bent down and hugged herself, "Why are you here? It's still autumn!"

"It's no different from winter," Tilly said with a smile, "What about the others?"

"Lian is building houses for the fugitives. Evelyn and Zhuhuo should still be in the industrial area at this time. Honey is training messengers in the back garden." Sylvie counted on her fingers, "His Royal Highness has sent someone to notify They are gone."

"Don't worry, I think you will see them soon," a voice that sounded familiar but felt very strange sounded from behind Sylvie.

Tilly raised her head, and a gray-haired man was smiling at her. His appearance didn't change much from the one in his memory, but his smile and demeanor were completely different from before.

"Welcome to Border Town, my dear sister."

...

Thoughts were churning in Tilly's heart, and she wanted to blurt out too many doubts, but she still maintained a calm face, and followed Roland Wimbledon into a room that looked like a study.

"Please sit down," the other party poured a cup of warm black tea and handed it to him, "I haven't seen you for a whole year, I know you have a lot to talk to me about, and I do the same...but don't worry," he looked Looking at the snow scene outside the window, "this winter is still very long."

She held the cup and didn't answer, but sat down at the mahogany table and looked at the fourth prince quietly.

Just from this opening remark, Tilly felt that the older brother in his impression could tell that he was cowardly and cowardly, strong on the outside but capable on the inside, and the most important thing was that he was used to avoiding and never thought about confronting him head-on. The Roland Wimbledon in front of him is completely different. He is trying to control the initiative of the conversation. Although his tone is gentle and calm, he is completely like a superior.

"Nightingale," Roland tilted his head.

"But Your Highness..." The voice of the guide witch came from the room.

"It doesn't matter, she is my sister."

"Okay," Nightingale was silent for a while, then she appeared and left the room sullenly.

"Now it's just me and you," he smiled, and returned to the square table,

Tilly was silent for a moment, "Who the hell are you?"

She thought that the other party would hesitate or pretend to be mysterious, but she didn't expect him to answer very quickly, "I am your brother, Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of Graycastle." Then he laughed, "I know that I have changed a lot. Big, but I am willing to explain it to you slowly."

Tilly suddenly remembered what he wrote in the letter. As for what made me make this decision, and what made me no longer be as indifferent to everything as before, I can talk about these trivial things in detail when I have the opportunity. Probably it was this sentence that prompted her to make up her mind to come to this remote town.

She couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth, "I'll listen carefully."

The whole story wasn't complicated, but it was very exciting. After listening to Roland's story of all the experiences after being entrusted to Border Town, Tilly found that her teacup was already empty. She let out a long breath, and reviewed the narrative again. To put it simply, a witch named Anna touched Roland. Through the saved witch, he saw the evil of the church and the demagogy of the people. Then Garcia's assassination made him feel the darkness under the power of the royal family even more. Even if he hid in a corner, he still couldn't escape the shadowy malice. He finally decided to change everything.

Although this paragraph sounds a bit dramatic, it is barely an explanation, but the problem is that those strange knowledge, whether it is a steam engine or a musket, cannot be known because of a momentary perception.

"So, the final factor that caused all of this is the sudden extra memory in your head?" Tilly asked.

"Indeed," Roland said earnestly, "I know it's unbelievable, but it's true... After I narrowly escaped the assassination of the third sister, I woke up from a coma and understood this. If we say that I met Anna is the incentive, then the content in the memory is the help I want to change the status quo.”

Is it a witch? Tilly thought to herself that the possibility of replacement and control is not great. Sylvie has already confirmed that the abilities of the witches of the Mutual Aid Society are not mysterious. They have to conduct special exercises every day, and no one's ability falls into these two categories. Not even remotely close.

The only possibility is possession. She does not rule out the ability to obtain the other party's thoughts by occupying the body. But this guess is equally slim. No matter how much Roland Wimbledon is not favored by his father, he is still the undisputed Prince of Graycastle. God's Stone of Retaliation was not uncommon to him, and there were always knights and personal guards around him to protect him, so it was impossible for a witch without the ability to hide to easily approach him.

Moreover, even if there were such a witch, how could it be possible to know so many extraordinary things? When she was a child, she searched the library of the royal palace, and was taught by several white-haired and knowledgeable palace tutors, but even they never talked about the knowledge of using steam and snow powder to replace animal power and swords.

From this point of view, there is a little bit of matching between bizarre knowledge and bizarre encounters.

"How do you prove that you are Roland Wimbledon, not the extra memory?"

Tilly knew that this question was quite rude to ask, and if she were the former fourth prince, she would definitely be furious and leave the table angrily.

"Because I still remember those things that happened in the palace," the other party's tone was still calm, "I think the essence that distinguishes a person lies in the unique memory. If a famous witch becomes exactly like you and has a different memory, her essence Still another person. I have a lot of strange memories, but I don’t remember where these memories come from. And the expression of you crying on the broken glass is still vivid in my mind, so this is the proof. He paused, "Of course... I never had time to apologize to you, I hope it's not too late."

Tilly remained silent, and Roland in front of him was cleanly dressed and sincere, as if he was telling an unquestionable fact. Obviously, no matter from which point of view, he is much better than the previous dandy prince, but I still have doubts in my heart.

"It's...unbelievable."

"It's normal." Roland seemed to see through her thoughts. "A lot of things would be unbelievable until I experienced them myself. I didn't expect my sister to awaken as a witch and hide it from the palace. Everyone here. But... as I said at the beginning, this winter is still long, and we can learn from it."

This is probably the most suitable solution at present, Tilly nodded, "Then the next few months... will trouble you."

"Leave it to me, you'll love it here.".

(To be continued. Your support is my biggest motivation.) 19830124

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