Seeing the Knight taking the order, Roland returned to the table, "Why do you think the witch is evil if you can save small animals?"

"The teacher said that witches can do things that ordinary people cannot do, sometimes they don't look bad, but that is a trap set by the devil to seduce more people..." The girl lowered her voice, "I, I really haven't seen the devil, I swear."

"Of course you haven't seen it, it's just a lie from the church, and your teacher is one of the deceiveds," Roland comforted.

"The church lied?" Nanava opened her mouth wide, "Why?"

Roland shook his head without explanation. Even if he said it, they could not understand it. When civilization has not yet developed to a certain extent, such strange things will always happen. Without even the need for profit, people will automatically attribute natural disasters, man-made disasters, or incomprehensible phenomena to the mastermind behind the fantasy - as far as history is concerned, most of the blame is taken by women.

In this world, when witches have real powers of unknown origin, they are more likely to become the target of the church. Just think about it, the church will never let this vision be ignored. Either they are named saints, calling it a gift from God; or hunting witches and calling them spokespersons of the devil. However, once the former is chosen, the majesty of the Monotheistic Church will be greatly affected - because the appearance of witches has nothing to do with the church. If a church that believes in other gods also signs witches as saints, everyone is chosen by God, then whose god is the only true god?

The premise for the coexistence of the Polytheism is that the gods truly exist and can restrain each other. Since God does not exist, they are all symbols made up by mouth. Why should the other party share the world? Therefore, any God will declare that they believe in the true god. For pagans, there is only one way to go, that is, physical elimination. Similarly, they can only choose the latter and spare no effort to attack the witches.

It has nothing to do with preference, it is just for profit.

There were live chickens in the castle kitchen, and when the knight came with its wings, it was still flapping and kicking.

What happened next made Nanava stunned. Roland took out a silver knife from his waist, and let the knight grab it firmly and stabbed it at the chicken. After stabbing, Nanava also asked Nanava to come up to treat it. After the treatment, he continued to change his method... This repeated.

When the chicken that had been tossed for a long time finally died, Roland had a rough understanding of Nanava's abilities.

She can restore damaged areas, including cleavage, fracture, and bruises. If the area is completely missing, for example, after cutting off the chicken's claws, she cannot make it grow new claws. However, connecting the broken claws and exerting their ability can make the fracture intact. In the end, she cannot reverse life and death. Once the chicken dies, her treatment will be ineffective.

During the entire treatment, Roland did not see the "sticky water" she described. She simply placed her hand on the chicken's wound, and the wound could be recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a series of tests, Nanava's physical energy consumption was not large, at least not as sweaty as Anna was when she was training.

The only thing that was dissatisfied was Nanava herself. She felt that she was treating the chicken like this too much, so she kept pouting and staring at Roland until the end of the experiment.

"Okay, stop glaring, come and have something to eat," Roland saw this and had to use the "Summoning Afternoon Tea" to divert her attention. This trick has been tried and done with Anna. He believes that few girls of this age can resist the temptation of delicious desserts. But it turns out that Nanava's performance in front of exquisite pastries is no better than the former.

After eating the pastry, Roland asked someone to send Nanava away. Anna asked in confusion, "Why don't you leave her? She is a witch like me, right?"

"She has family, and her family has not yet discovered that she is a witch."

Anna whispered, "It's just a matter of time."

"Yes, it's just a little later," Roland sighed, "so it's a little later. Do you... miss your father?"

She shook her head, and her eyes as calm as a lake did not show any tide. It seemed that being betrayed by her father had completely disappointed her. However, without relatives, she would still have friends.

"Nanawa will come often, but in fact, I plan to let her come here every two days to practice her abilities."

Hearing this, she blinked and nodded quickly.

"Do you want to go back to Teacher Carl's academy like her and study with other children?"

Anna did not answer, but he felt that he had heard the other person's heart.

"This situation will not last long... As long as I am here, you will eventually be able to live like ordinary people. No one will capture you anywhere and send you to the gallows. This day will come," Roland said word by word, "I promise."

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Since Carl Vanbert took over the project, the fourth prince Roland suddenly became idle.

He stayed in the castle garden every afternoon, practicing with Anna or Nanava. Now Anna no longer needs to prepare extra clothes when training. Even if flames leapt on each finger, she could operate them skillfully without igniting her witch hat as before.

Nanava also changed into the same witch uniform. Although she was reluctant during practice, she still pouted and did it honestly for afternoon tea. Seeing the two witches swaying around the yard, Roland's evil taste was greatly satisfied.

Occasionally he would go to the foot of the North Slope to see the progress of the project. After more than two weeks of construction, the city wall had been built about 100 meters. In the era without theodolite distance measurement, Carl directed the craftsmen to use a wooden pole to determine the distance and straightness according to the shadow of the sun at the same time every day. A lookout building is set up every ten poles to stabilize the city wall.

Such a large-scale employment naturally attracted the attention of the nobles in the town, but they did not make any noise except for Barov asking about the situation, as if this matter had nothing to do with them. Roland was not concerned about this at all. The family business of these people was in the Changge Fortress, and they would definitely not stay here to help him guard the border town. He could even imagine the scene of these people laughing at their overestimation when they gathered together privately.

Not only the nobles, but also the merchants. In previous years, merchants who purchased animal furs in Bianfeng Town saw that there was nothing to buy this time, they had already set off to return to the fortress one after another. The dissatisfaction with returning empty-handed was naturally vented on the ruling Roland. The four princes of Greycastle Roland, Wimbledon, who was building a building before the arrival of the Demon Moon, was a foolish and ignorant statement that had spread along the Chishui River.

At this time, I'm afraid no one thinks that he can defend this town, and most people don't even think about it. After all, the impression left by the Fourth Prince does not include the courage to fight. No matter what he is trying to do, he will always return to the fortress to take refuge in the end.
Chapter completed!