Chapter 359 Different Choices

The fire in the fireplace flickered twice, and then gradually dimmed. Nightingale appeared and filled a few more firewood inside. There was a crackling sound in the stove, and the flame suddenly brightened.

Roland looked at the elongated shadow of the cup and let out a deep breath. Tilly has been away for a long time, and he has been recalling the conversation between the two to see if there is any way to change the result, but he has not found the answer after all—trust is a wonderful thing, apart from investing time, Other methods have had little effect.

"So there are things you can't do." Nightingale patted the dust off her hands, walked over and sat back in her old seat, "What did you say to her that day?"

"It's a white lie," Roland leaned back in the chair, "it's normal for her not to believe it." He paused, "You used to say that you have a younger brother, if he suddenly becomes very different from before, and emphasized You are still yourself, will you believe him?"

"You mean that innocent-looking guy who turned around and betrayed me?" Nightingale curled her lips. "In my opinion, he is basically no different from a mutant."

"Well, I shouldn't have mentioned that."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I have left the Gulen family, they are just strangers." She said disapprovingly.

"She and I used to be like strangers," Roland sighed, "or in other words, I didn't get along well with everyone in the palace."

"If you are bored, you might as well tell me about it." Nightingale smiled slightly, "I have always been very curious about life in the palace, and I also really wanted to know how bad your personality was at that time, and how bad your reputation could be spread to Silver City Come."

"To be honest, I was much worse then than I am now," Roland couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and briefly said a few things in his memory, "Probably from the moment she was thrown into the glass slag, she began to hate me."

"It's really... bad," she clicked her tongue, "but I don't think she hates you now."

"Oh?" Roland raised his eyebrows, "You know all this?"

"Of course, didn't she say a few words—"Privately speaking, I also hope to stay here and learn those interesting knowledge," Nightingale imitated, "It sounds like words of comfort, but the truth is However, she wasn't lying when she said this. If I really hated it like I did in the past, I wouldn't want to stay here. "

"Are you comforting me?" Roland smiled.

"If stating the facts counts," she shrugged, "and I think the status quo is fine."

"Why?"

"She promised to give priority to providing witches to the town and support you in fighting against the devil, so it doesn't matter if she is here or not. If all the witches of Sleeping Island flood in at once, and there are a few more guys like Ashes inside, I will be too busy Yeah," Nightingale threw a piece of dried fish into her mouth and muttered, "Not everyone is as obedient as Maggie."

Roland couldn't help laughing, "From what you said, you seem to have troubled Ashes?"

"Ah? No, why would I," Nightingale waved her hand, "I just stare at her occasionally, in case she is not good for the members of the Witch Union."

"Really?"

She tilted her head and whistled.

"I don't know if it's an illusion." Roland stared at her and said, "Why do I always feel that you are actually quite happy after I was rejected?"

"That's an illusion," Nightingale affirmed, and then she looked in the direction of the door, "Well, someone is here again." After speaking, she disappeared.

Is this a golden cicada's plan to get out of its shell? Just as he was thinking about this, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

Roland was very surprised, it was almost midnight, and there was still someone coming? He replaced the candlestick with a candle, "Come in."

It was Agatha who opened the door.

This made the prince startled, "What's the matter?"

The other party walked to the round stool in front of the table without saying a word, and sat down, "Listen to Ms. Wendy, whether it is a musket that can restrain a superhuman or a cannon with an amazing range, it all came from your thoughts? And The principles and production methods of these things are all recorded in the few books you wrote?"

"Are you referring to "Theoretical Basis of Natural Science" and "Elementary Chemistry"? There are indeed relevant principles on them. As for the production method, due to space limitations, they are not listed," Roland said, "After all, these are only elementary theoretical textbooks. You are here for Ask me about this?"

"Only members of the Witch Union can learn this knowledge, right?" She didn't answer, but continued to ask.

Roland nodded, probably already guessing what the other party wanted to say.

"Then I will apply to join the Witch Union," Agatha said without a pause.

"But the Witch Union is an organization belonging to Border Town. Are you sure you want to work for the town?" He asked curiously, "Its lord is not extraordinary, but an ordinary mortal."

"You can't be considered an "ordinary" mortal if you can create a weapon that can fight against the devil. Even if you are in the Quest Society, you will have a seat." Agatha paused for a while, "As long as you don't harm witches, and don't compete with the Federation's Survivors are enemies, and I don't mind working with a mortal... "

It might be difficult for her to say "serving for a mortal" right now, but Agatha's ability to accept has already impressed Roland. Maybe people who are engaged in research can always quickly accept new things. He suppressed the smile in his heart, "I thought you would follow Tilly to the Sleeping Island, where there is a city formed by witches."

"It's just a sanctuary to avoid the church's pursuit," she shook her head, "I made this decision after asking them clearly, and I have seen too many cities ruled by witches before they were frozen, and now they One by one was lost in the dust. It is meaningless not to defeat the devil, and I hope to see the hope of victory here."

"You will," Roland nodded, "but you won't be an enemy of the Federation... I can't guarantee this. Because it may not have died, but changed its name to hide itself."

"What?" Agatha was taken aback.

"I've thought about what you said carefully. Even if you fail to escape from Taquila, the federation still has extraordinary people and a group of holy warriors. In this uncivilized area full of indigenous people, it is impossible to completely cut off the news. Unless they want to do it themselves." Roland said in a deep voice, "The church is very likely to be the embodiment of the Federation - it's not that mortals have taken power from the witches and the method of making God's Punishment Army, but that the witches themselves will unite It will become a witch-hunting organization. In this way, it will be easier for them to create a large number of God's Punishment Army."

"You mean...the current miserable situation of witches being oppressed and hunted is all caused by the Federation?" She couldn't believe it.

"I'm not sure, this is just a speculation." Roland stood up and walked to the bookcase, and took out a few thick black books and handed them to her. "These books include the chronicles written by the church itself, and some recorded by astrologers." You can refer to the history of the Four Kingdoms. No matter what, the church is now our enemy and must be eliminated in the future."

"If you decide to stand on the witch's side and fight against the devil with me, the Witch Union welcomes you to join."

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