Chapter 639 Isabella

This doesn't look like a prison, Isabella thought, if she didn't look down at the shackles on her wrists and feet.

After telling them that the cage built by the God's Stone of Retaliation was ineffective for her, she was changed to a normal bedroom guarded by guards. After moving to the western border of Graycastle, her "prison" didn't change much. It didn't feel damp and cold, nor did she see rancid dirty water flowing freely. In addition to a bed and a bench in the empty room, there is a small cubicle as a toilet. The windows are all sealed with iron bars, but it does not prevent the warm sunlight from shining in. Generally speaking, it is much better than the secret prison of the Privy Council.

Isabella originally thought that she would be treated as a "normal" prisoner of war, especially because the witch's outstanding appearance would easily attract extra covetousness, but nothing happened—there were indeed guards outside the door at all times, but no one in the middle of the night There was no humiliation or beating when they entered the room, and they hardly said a word except to deliver meals on time every day.

The witch who claimed to be from the Federation more than four hundred years ago would come to see her often, accompanied by a blond witch under the shadow of a hood. No matter what they asked, Isabella would answer truthfully. She even asked the two for paper and pen, and when she was free, she would copy some secret histories or devil documents she saw in the temple library.

During this period, there was no torture as she expected. It could be seen that the blond witch really wanted to trouble her, but every time she answered the questions in detail, the other party left with a cold face, which made her quite puzzled.

Of course, Isabella would not think that these witches were so naive as to believe whatever they said. Judging from the reactions of the two during the interrogation, at least one of them could detect lies. Could it be that the blond witch waited for herself to lie before doing it? This is exactly what confuses her—there are so many excuses to punish her, or there is no need to find an excuse at all, why bother?

But as the days passed, her heart sank day by day.

It's been almost two months, why hasn't Roland Wimbledon appeared?

The answer can only be two, either the king is still not awake, or the other party does not intend to come to see her at all. Either way, it's not good news for Isabella. Perhaps when she explained everything she knew, what awaited her was the verdict and execution.

Although she is willing to give everything to fight against the devil and has no complaints about the result, she still feels physically and mentally exhausted by waiting for the approaching death.

Isabella sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed dragging the shackles, picked up the quill, and awkwardly spread a new piece of white paper on her lap--the earlier I finish writing what she remembers, the earlier I should be able to welcome her. come to relief.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the house.

The voice was a bit messy, obviously there were more than two people.

Isabella's heart trembled slightly.

The door was pushed open, she put down her pen and turned her head, and found that besides the usual two witches, there was also a grey-haired man. If the information is correct, he should be the fourth prince of the Wimbledon family, the current king of Graycastle.

Roland Wimbledon woke up?

Or came here to pass sentence on her?

Isabella stood up and gave a slight salute.

"I thought you wouldn't come to see me," she said with affected calm.

"You are the Isabella who made the God's Stone of Retaliation useless... It's not that I want to procrastinate until now, it's just because I had a long dream and I just woke up not long ago." The other party said in a peaceful tone. It surprised her greatly, and the content surprised her even more, "In the dream, I fought with the pure one and finally won the victory, but it didn't happen as she said, the winner won everything—whether it was Knowledge, or skill.”

"It's impossible!" Isabella couldn't help blurting out.

"Why?" Roland asked with great interest, "Can't it be that men cannot be awakened as witches, so they cannot inherit everything from her?"

"It has nothing to do with men and women," she shook her head. "The trophies that the winners of the Soul Battlefield can get are memory and longevity. These are things that everyone has, and the unique abilities of witches cannot be absorbed, and magic power cannot be increased out of thin air, otherwise Zero has devoured me long ago. That is to say, only creatures with these two points can be included in the soul battlefield."

"You mean... there are creatures that she can't invade?"

"Of course, animals without intelligence at all cannot enter the soul battlefield," Isabella explained. "Even if they win, they will not be able to understand human memory."

"That could also be due to the differences in race."

"As far as I know, among the thousands of souls she devoured, there are also devils and hybrid beasts." She sighed, "It's just that these things happened before I was born, and I mentioned them when I was chatting with her. "

The three people on the opposite side couldn't help but look at each other, "Devils and... evil beasts?"

"Why didn't you say it before?" the blond witch asked.

"Because this news will only deepen your worries and will not help solve the problem," Isabella said slowly, "Even Zero feels that the memory of the alien species is too crazy and will cause a great burden on herself , and she never made a similar attempt after that.”

"That's interesting." The king not only didn't show any fear, but raised the corners of his mouth. "By the way, did Zero mention to you what are the endings of the losers in the Soul Battlefield?"

"It disappeared completely, as if it never existed."

"Is there no difference?" He raised his eyebrows. "For example, those who voluntarily surrender and those who resist to the death, the results are the same?"

"No matter what it is, it will disappear, but..." Isabel replied after thinking, "Zero seems to have said that the memories she absorbs are divided into two types."

"Which two?" Roland seemed to be particularly interested in this question.

"One is chaotic and has residual consciousness, which will affect Zero herself, while the other is complete and placed there for her to browse," she paused, "the former recalled It is more difficult, and it is easier to be forgotten... At that time, she just mentioned it casually, and I didn't ask too much, but this is the first time I have seen a situation like yours that does not accept a trace of memory at all."

This time the silence was longer, the other party closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about an extremely complicated issue, his brows were also frowning unabashedly. After about half a quarter of an hour, he finally breathed out, "I see."

What did he figure out?

Although Isabella was curious, she didn't ask.

She knows her identity.

"Now, it's time to talk about you," Roland continued.