Chapter 597 Blood and Teeth

It took Hetty a while to figure out what was going on.

She first touched her recovered thigh, then looked at Nightingale at the side, and then turned her gaze to Roland, "You cured me?"

"Otherwise Higurashi will be dragged down by you." He found a chair and sat in front of the cage, leaned over and asked, "Tell me, where are all the witches you rejected?"

"Is this what... Iffy told you?"

"That's right, that witch named Anne is her friend."

Hetty gritted her teeth and didn't answer, but Roland saw a strong hatred in her eyes.

"You can obviously take them in. Grand Duke Island is the territory of Duke Morgan, and you are his heir. It is impossible for you to support more than ten auxiliary witches." He said bluntly, "Even if they are useless, they are just daily offerings." It's just two servings of gruel, not to mention that the use of auxiliary witches is much greater than you imagine. Andrea's musket that injured you is a weapon made by witches and ordinary people. It is useless to use the threshold, even if it is all day A farmer who works with the land can easily kill an experienced knight with it."

Hetty's expression changed, and she suddenly raised her head, "What did you say? Ordinary people can use it too?"

"Do you think I relied on witches to conquer the capital and become the king of Graycastle?" Roland straightened up and leaned back in his chair, "If they can do this, they won't be suppressed by the church and secular forces. "

"The musket...how was it made?"

He looked at Hetty coldly, until she realized her slip of the tongue, and then sarcastically said, "Why, do you think this is at a royal palace banquet?"

She swallowed unwillingly, "The one next to you is..."

"Nightingale is mine and has nothing to do with Tilly," Roland said in a deep voice, "I'll ask again, where are all the witches you rejected?"

"I let them go and let them find other witch organizations by themselves. I don't know the specific whereabouts. Maybe... some went back to nearby towns, and some went to Dawn—"

"You're lying," Nightingale interrupted before she finished speaking, "Not a word of it is true."

"No, Your Majesty, she doesn't know anything at all..."

"There's nothing to justify," Roland shook his head. "Nightingale can distinguish lies, and any words against her will can't escape her scrutiny. Now you know why Tilly transported you across the fjords and sent you to the western border for trial? Tell me what you've done if you don't want to suffer, my patience is limited."

Under the dim light of the fire, Hetty's expression seemed cloudy and uncertain. Obviously, she didn't expect the other party to have such an ability. After a brief silence, she suddenly grabbed the iron railing and said loudly, "Your Majesty Wimbledon, the Wolfheart Kingdom has been annexed by the Church, and the whereabouts of the Wolf King are unknown. I am the last blood of the Morgan royal family. As long as you can help me take back the wolf Xin, I can bring you countless benefits! Golden dragons, jewels... yes, and witches! Bloodfang will only follow you!"

"Is that the last thing you want to say?"

"I can even give you half a wolf's heart! With Black Rock Cliff as the boundary, all the land to the west belongs to you!"

"Enough," Roland said, "I just want to know the whereabouts of those witches!"

"What?" Hetty didn't dare to answer, "Could it be that my kingdom can't compare to those witches?"

"Didn't you understand me?" He became a little annoyed, "Wolfheart is not your kingdom, and I'm not interested in land thousands of miles away. The current inquiry is just out of the most basic etiquette among nobles. , I have many ways to get you to talk. You should know better than me about torture. It will not do you any good except suffer. Now while I am still here, tell me what you have done , then I can spare your life."

The last sentence made her grab hold of a life-saving straw, "You...will you really let me go?"

"I always walk the talk."

Hetty lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before saying, "I handed them over to the nobles."

Roland's heart sank, and the hint given by Nightingale also proved that she was telling the truth this time, "Didn't you sell it to them?"

"No, this is a deal in itself," she took a deep breath, "The witches awakened on Grand Duke Island alone will not be able to make up enough numbers in a lifetime. I must spread the reputation of the Bloodfang Society to all parts of the Wolfheart to be able to Let more witches come here."

Roland has also done this trick, although Tilly took the lead, resulting in little success in the end, "Then we only need to hire mice to promote it. What does it have to do with nobles?"

"The mouse itself is controlled by the nobles, and once the news is targeted by the church, Grand Duke Island will be in big trouble."

"Witches are rewards for nobles?"

"It's also a guarantee to attract them. After the nobles hide the witches, they will consciously pay attention to the church's movements, control the spread of rats, and even take the initiative to divert the sight of the holy city for me." Hetty whispered, "Only if you are willing to accept witches Only nobles, I will spread the news locally, so that the risk can be minimized."

What happened later, Roland can imagine even without asking, these non-combat witches will be locked in a dark room that is dark, few of them can survive the magic backlash, even if a few lucky ones can survive to adulthood, wait After the nobles get tired of playing, or when the pressure from the church increases, they will be thrown out as merit or a prop to divert pressure, and the end will only be a dead end.

Nightingale's rising anger made Heti in the cage also notice, and she couldn't help taking two steps back, "Your Majesty, you promised me!"

Roland reached out to stop Nightingale, "Who will carry out these things? Iffy said you haven't met Annie."

"Tianyan...she has been killed by Ashes."

"Is there no one else?" He asked, "Now the witches in the Bloodfang Society don't know about this?"

Hetty nodded.

"speak out!"

"……yes."

Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "The last question, what is the purpose of forming the Blood Fang Society?"

Hetty was silent for a while before saying: "In the beginning, I just wanted to help my father ascend the throne that should belong to him."

She didn't continue, but Roland already knew the result. After the death of Duke Morgan, the Blood Fang Society became a tool for her to realize her desire for power.

After walking out of the dungeon, Nightingale couldn't help holding his hand, "Do you really want to spare that murderer's life?"

"Hetty Morgan is a witch from Sleeping Island, and it's not appropriate for me to deal with it. Tilly brought her to the West Territory, and just entrusted me to help her find out the truth."

"You mean..." Nightingale's eyes sparkled.

"Whether Sleeping Island will let her go or not is not for me to decide." Roland spread his hands. 17-02-2011:35:02