Chapter 420 The Lord’s Reply

That night, Roland held a grand banquet in the Lord's Castle.

This can be regarded as the first time that the Witches Alliance took the initiative to attack the church. In addition to saving Speer Passi, they also captured a Hermes priest alive.

When the five witches who participated in the battle came on stage, the hall burst into warm applause. He, who seldom drank alcohol on weekdays, drank two glasses of Evelin's special ice-cold juice.

Although it was only a small victory, the long Demonic Month itself was nerve-wracking, and he also hoped to take this opportunity to relax everyone's mood.

When Roland walked into the office the next day, rubbing his dizzy head, Nightingale was already sitting cross-legged on the table and waiting.

"Don't you need to rest more?" he asked with a smile.

Ever since she agreed to intercept the envoys, she has never really let go. Even though she knew that once she entered an open area, her fog ability would make her invincible, she was still worried about encountering any accidents. After all, this was not everyday life. Practice, but a real life and death fight. Now that he saw her in high spirits, he felt much happier.

Nightingale swallowed the dried fish and said, "Of course not, I have returned to my best condition."

As soon as Roland returned to his seat, she jumped off the table, walked around behind the chair and hugged him, "If I rest for one more day, I won't see you for another day."

The prince was slightly startled.

"Actually, I wanted to do this when we were in the castle garden yesterday...but it's not bad now," Nightingale whispered in her ear.

…

It wasn't until footsteps sounded outside the office that she removed her hands and disappeared into the mist.

"Your Highness," the guard shouted, "Lord of the Fallen Dragon, the Marquis of Passi wishes to see you."

"Invite her in." Roland cleared his throat and straightened his posture.

Speer Passi walked into the office, stroked his chest and saluted before sitting at the table, "I have carefully considered the request you made before."

"What do you think?" He poured the other party a cup of tea.

During the days when Nightingale, Ashes and others were fighting against the church, he was not idle either. In addition to taking the Marquise to visit the town, he also had many discussions with the other party. During this period, Roland briefly told her about the upcoming crisis that the kingdom was facing, the origin of the church, and the threat of the devil, and told her his next plan.

When Speer heard the origin of the church and the reason for hunting witches, he was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out of his head. If it weren't for Tilly and Agatha's testimony, she probably wouldn't have believed that witches once ruled the entire wilderness. However, her attitude has changed a lot since then.

"Recover the power of enfeoffment, implement the same legal and administrative system, no inheritance of positions, no buying and selling... These requirements are not unacceptable to me, but..." She paused, "I'm just curious, do you really plan to use them? Will it be extended to all territories?”

"That's right, if we don't do this, Gray Castle will be nothing more than a puddle of loose sand." Roland nodded, "I must gather as much strength as possible before the final enemy arrives."

"What you did is tantamount to offending all the nobles," Speer said slowly, "especially since the position cannot be inherited. If I understand correctly, the lord in charge of a place is also a position. In this way, you are rebelling against the king. His identity will be confirmed."

"So I never expected them to give in," he tapped the table gently. "Before the fateful battle of divine will, the resistance of the nobles is not a major consideration. In addition, I am not driving them all away. As long as these people I believe they will make a wise choice if they can integrate into the new system and even keep their own territory. What they lose is just the enfeoffment rights."

Centralization of power itself is a system that can only be realized when the central government has absolute power. If local forces are strong, let alone centralization, even their own positions may be overthrown at any time. Unlike a year ago, the town now has the power of change. When this step is completed, there will only be one true ruler left in Graycastle, and that is himself.

"It seems that you have made up your mind," Speer sighed. "If I don't accept it, I will be overthrown by your army."

"What I lack most in this plan is manpower," Roland said sincerely, "especially managers with experience in managing a city and a place. As I said, you have not lost your territory, and you can still The identity of the witch appears openly in front of the people, and she no longer needs to be threatened by the church."

The Marquise was silent for a moment, "I also have a request."

"Please say."

"After you help me regain the Dragonfall Territory, I hope that nothing will change for the time being," she said bluntly. "Unless Tifeko is pushed off the throne, I can stand on your side without any worries."

Just the right answer... Roland thought, it wasn't a flat refusal, but it also left him room to turn. To put it in layman's terms, he had to prove to her that unifying Graycastle was not just empty talk, but that he actually had such strength before she was willing to join him.

"Then it's settled," he didn't care at all about the little calculation in the Marquis's heart. If the spring offensive went smoothly, Tifeike's fall would even be faster than the recapture of Falling Dragon Ridge.

"By the way, Your Highness," Speer hesitated, "the witches have classes in the evening, can I follow them..."

Roland was stunned for a moment, "Those are very simple enlightenment educations. You probably won't learn anything anymore."

"I find those calculation methods very interesting," she shook her head. "I have never seen anything similar in arithmetic books before."

Does it mean the multiplication tables or algebraic equations? He couldn't help but laugh, "Of course, as long as you are willing to join the Witch Union."

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After lunch, Iron Ax brought good news.

"Is he willing to say it?" Roland was a little surprised, "So soon?"

From what Nightingale said, he thought the captured priest was a die-hard.

"Not everyone has an iron will, Your Highness," Iron Ax replied seriously, "The Sand People have some unique interrogation methods, which do little harm to the body, but are extremely damaging to the will, and can even make people feel Death is actually a kind of relief, and he is better than many ordinary people."

That's right, he thought. In addition to having extraordinary willpower, professional spies also need to undergo special torture and confrontation training in order to never speak. In this era, it is obviously impossible for anyone to have such experience.

"Take me to see him," Roland nodded. "I just have a lot of questions that I want to ask clearly."

(To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-11-1411:46:33