Chapter 617 The Rose of Cold Wind Ridge

Back in the room, Iffy quietly listened to Tilly explain the whole story of the establishment of the Bloodfang Society and Hetty Morgan's real purpose. ?When she heard that Annie was handed over to the nobleman by Tianyan, she felt something in her heart was squeezed tightly.

"Hetty... Where is she?"

"He has already been punished as he should," replied Ashes standing behind Tilly, "In addition, during the arrest process, Tian Yan tried to resist, and walked the same path as Hetty."

"Really...thank you." Iffy said softly.

She couldn't help but loosen the clenched fist just now, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Although the culprit who caused all this has already paid the price, she didn't feel too relaxed. Instead, she felt a little dazed because she lost the target to vent her hatred. And as the only person who was not punished, the crime on her body was even heavier.

"I hope you can help Sleeping Island get back on track," Tilly said after a pause, "The rest of the Bloodfang Society members are just like you, they were all deceived and framed by Hetty, they shouldn't be implicated Or discrimination. Battle Witches bullying Auxiliary Witches is wrong, but the reverse isn't any better."

Without much hesitation, Iffy nodded and said, "I am willing to help you."

Probably didn't expect her to agree so quickly, Tilly looked a little surprised, "It would be great if you agreed."

"what should I do?"

"Just talk about the story of you and Anne with other members of the Bloodfang Society. I will reveal Hetty's crimes to everyone." Tilly said, "After the church is completely eradicated, I will send people to Wolfheart to search for these If the witches imprisoned by nobles are still alive, His Majesty Roland will be responsible for rescuing them."

"I see."

If there was any way to alleviate this guilt, she would try to do it.

"Are... are you okay?" Tilly suddenly bent down, and wiped Iffy's cheek with her hand, and the latter suddenly felt a burst of warmth dripping from her face.

"It's okay," she blinked, "I'm just... sleepy."

The fifth princess looked at her silently for a long time, "Don't be too sad, take a good rest."

It wasn't until the sound of the two people's footsteps disappeared that Yi Fei lay powerlessly on the bed.

She didn't cry.

It's just a natural reaction of the body, she told herself.

Not sad, not cowardly.

It was proof that she missed Annie.

The tears flowed faster.

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Roland sat at the desk, flipping through the evacuation statistics report of the General Staff. The flickering candlelight in front of the desk made him dizzy - he hadn't tried lighting up the night reading for a long time, and now he was a little uncomfortable using it. I thought that I had brought civilization into modern times in advance, but when I arrived in Yougu Town, everything was brought back to its original form.

There is no shower, no soap, no electric lights... This place is not much better than when I first arrived in Border Town. The beginning of industrialization has only exposed a sharp corner in the western region, and he still has a lot of work to do if he wants to spread chimneys and boilers all over the country.

Roland put down the report and was just about to rub his eyes when a pair of soft invisible hands reached out to his forehead and gently pressed it.

, he tilted his head to make a mouth shape, and continued to read the report.

During Barov's absence, Sir Silt took on the job of office assistant very well. At least in terms of counting people and compiling reports, he did a very good job, not at all better than those specially trained young men in the city hall. How much worse.

"How many people here are willing to go to the west?"

"At least seventy percent, Your Majesty," the Jazz replied, "Cold Wind Ridge is not a suitable place to live. I asked His Excellency, if it wasn't for the purpose of monitoring the church, there would be no town at all. The remaining thirty percent , most of them have their own fields or industries in the north.”

"Very good, you can make a plan now, try not to let the ship go back empty, pick up a group of people every time, and bring these people back to the western border as soon as possible."

"But, Duke Calvin..."

"I'll explain it to him." Roland took a sip of tea, "Anyway, after the war is over, no matter whether you win or lose, you don't need to send people to be stationed on Coldwind Ridge—"

"What's the matter, Your Majesty?" Sirt wondered.

"No...it's nothing." Just when he said that it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses, Nightingale suddenly covered his mouth lightly, making him hold back the words. "Anyway, just do what I say."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Just as the old jazz was about to leave, his personal guard, Sean, opened the door and walked in.

"Your Majesty Roland, there was a woman outside the castle who wanted to see you, but was stopped by the guards. But she knelt on the ground and said she would never leave until she saw you."

"Now?" He subconsciously glanced out the window, and the whole town has been plunged into a quiet night.

"Yes, she seems to have deliberately waited until this time to come. I have seen her twice in the Castle District during the day, and..." Sean hesitated, "She called herself Mrs. Wimbledon."

Hearing this answer, Roland almost choked on his saliva. This is impossible! As far as he knew, the fourth prince had never been to the Northland at all, so how could a lover appear out of nowhere! However, there was no basis for his words. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to call her in to ask her. First, he could dispel Nightingale's doubts. Second, he was really curious—if the other party was an aristocrat, it could also be said that he was pursuing romantic romance. , but she is just a commoner, this kind of lie is a serious crime.

When the woman walked into the study, Roland suddenly felt his eyes light up.

Her appearance is not particularly outstanding, but her facial features are unique, and her short and thin figure has an inexplicable sense of stability and softness. In layman's terms, she looks like a wife with full housekeeping skills despite her small size. The dirty mud on the long skirt perfectly reflects this kind of fragility and strength.

"Your Majesty," the woman bowed her knees and saluted, "Livia of Coldwind Ridge would like to greet you."

"I want to know, what is your so-called Mrs. Wimbledon?" Roland said straight to the point, "I heard from the personal guard that you deliberately waited until late at night to come to the castle? If you want to use this name to cheat If so, you should know the consequences, right?"

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, if you don't say that, you won't see me at all," she gritted her teeth, "I can't be regarded as your brother's real wife, but we once loved each other sincerely."

Is it really just a liar? Wait... Roland was taken aback for a moment, what did she say? my brother?

"Tifeco?"

She shook her head.

"Gron?"

Livia blushed and knelt down on the ground, "I know that Gorron used to have plans for the throne, but he is dead now...Your Majesty, can you help me for his sake? Please You!" 8