Chapter 511 Whispers in the Night

The nightingale was lying at the window, looking at the city under the night through the glass.

The dim shadows continued in the night, outlining the walls of the royal capital. Under the lights, the three walls showed subtle differences - the nearest palace wall was light gray, and the burning rosin torches hung on the wall would The surroundings are illuminated, and at first glance, it looks like a gemstone belt of overlapping light and dark.

Further away is the inner city wall, gray with black, like a long snake wrapping around the city - even after the capital changed hands, the inner city still shines brightly. This was the first time Nightingale had seen a place more lively than Border Town. This fierce and short war had little impact on the lower-class nobles and wealthy businessmen, and night was still the best time for them to indulge in pleasure.

And further outward, the earth suddenly became dark, as if all the light was blocked by the long snake. The most magnificent bluestone city wall was completely submerged in darkness, and only a few sparks on the top of the city could be faintly seen. The outer city, like most towns she had seen, fell into silence as night fell. Compared with the large dark area, the lights in the inner city seemed weak, but this did not affect the people singing and dancing... For some reason, Nightingale suddenly thought of the humans who were forced to the corner of the mainland. The vast realm of dawn has been swallowed up by darkness step by step, and demons and evil beasts are lurking within it. However, most people are unaware of this and continue to indulge in the little remaining light.

"Huh, I'm so exhausted," Wendy's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she saw the red-haired witch walking over to her, rubbing her shoulders, and lying on the window sill with her.

"Are they asleep?"

"Yes, we have been making noise for a long time, and now we are finally tired," Wendy yawned. "I really don't know where they got the energy. They have been flying around the hydrogen balloon all day, and they are still clamoring to listen. story."

"You should thank Your Majesty," Nightingale couldn't help but smile. "If they hadn't been forced to do three sets of exercises last time, I'm afraid they would have gone out to explore tonight instead of listening to stories." She looked back and looked at her from the balcony. In the gap to the bedroom, you can see Maisie lying on Lightning's body, her white hair almost covering the little girl's body. "The two of them really get along."

Since the rooms in the palace are more spacious and are arranged in a living room with two bedrooms, the witches who followed Roland on the expedition were allotted rooms according to the method of four people living together. It has to be said that this is the most magnificent place in the entire Gray Castle. Even the guest rooms, carpets and beddings are all made of fine fabrics. Some nightingales can still name them, such as velvet and silk, and some she Can't even tell the material.

"Indeed," Wendy also showed a soft smile, "I once heard Master Tilly say that Maisie used to turn into a dove and sleep on the roof beams. The slightest noise would wake her up, and Maintaining the transformed form is also to be able to escape from danger at any time. Now, she can finally sleep peacefully like an ordinary girl." She paused here and said with emotion in her voice, "We have the right chips."

Nightingale didn't answer...and didn't need to answer. As long as the witches who survived the cooperative association will have the same feeling about this. At a time of life and death, the lord of the border town extended a helping hand to them and promised to bring them a brand new world. But now, the sisters have not only seen the dawn, they have even discovered that the new world is almost within reach - when the holy mountain they have been pursuing for hundreds of years is about to become a reality, this feeling of gratitude and recognition is far more than a few words can describe.

The two were silent for a long time, until the midnight bell rang in the distance, and Wendy asked again, "Do you... want to go back and take a look?"

"Where are you going?" Nightingale didn't come back to her senses for a moment.

"Silver City, your home." She pointed to the south. "It's only half a day's journey from here. If you let Maisie take you there, it won't take half an hour. You...you also have a younger brother there. Bar."

Nightingale didn't expect that the other party would mention this matter. After hesitating for a while, he shook his head and said, "Now is the time to reorganize the city's order. Potential enemies are everywhere. I can't leave Your Majesty even one step. After Gray Castle is calmed down, we will still There are many opportunities to visit Silver Light City, so there is no need to rush."

"I thought you would emphasize that you have broken off the relationship with the Glenn family long ago, just like in the past." After hearing this answer, Wendy seemed to feel relieved, "You seem to... no longer hate your brother?"

"Without his betrayal, I would not have met you, let alone His Majesty Roland." Nightingale smiled, "Isn't this what you often say to me? "Getting rid of the nightmare of the past does not mean trying to reconcile with the past. "Let go", I now understand the second half of the sentence - "As long as we can strive to live a more complete and fulfilling life than before."

"Hmm... it turns out to be a pretty good proverb when put together," Wendy raised her eyebrows, "I don't see that your literary attainments are quite high."

"So I won't sneak around, so you can go to sleep without worries," Nightingale held her hand, "It's getting late."

"Well," the two climbed onto the big bed, and Wendy summoned a gust of breeze to blow out the candles, "Good night."

"Good night."

After Nightingale confirmed that she was asleep, she climbed up from the bed, escaped into the mist, and walked towards His Majesty Roland's room.

Next is her time.

The darkness was on her side.

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The next day, Roland got good news and bad news from Iron Ax. The good news was that after a night of torture, High Priest Feili finally revealed Hermes' plan to secretly replace the king and issue an order to fight for the king.

The bad news is that the Church has been planning for a long time to instigate this dispute in order to weaken Graycastle's war potential so that they can quickly capture the kingdom. In fact, they have achieved many of their goals, such as the two southeastern territories of the kingdom... If they had not happened to become the fourth prince, this plan would have probably brought Graycastle to a standstill.

"You have heard it all," he ordered Tasa beside him, "spread this news, especially the true purpose of the church and Tifeko's collusion with it, the more detailed the better. I want to make the whole city All the people know what they have done."

"yes."

Then Roland looked at Iron Ax and said, "Send another paddle steamer to bring Barov and Kaimo Stryer to the royal capital."

The latter showed a rare look of embarrassment, "The manager has no problem, but the chief alchemist... is he really willing to leave the laboratory and spend his precious time on the road?"

"I will write a letter to Kaimo," Roland curled his lips. Riches and honors will not return to his hometown, just like walking in brocade at night. In layman's terms, after mastering a skill, no one would mind showing it off. He and the Royal Capital Alchemy Association have always been competitors with each other. As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies. Now that there is an opportunity to come and slap him in the face, if you don't believe him, he won't come.

And this is also a good opportunity for him to catch all the alchemists in the royal capital and take them all under his command. (To be continued.)