"Please don't be impulsive, Your Highness, I have no intention of hurting you. I'm here just to talk to you."

Hell, is there anyone who keeps people talking like this? Roland swallowed and turned around slowly. Under the threat of the dagger, he could only do what the other party said first.

Under the dim candlelight, Roland saw the other person - she was sitting by her bed, buried in her robe, and a hood on her head, unable to see the true appearance. The candlelight casts her figure on the wall behind her, occupying most of the wall.

"Who are you?"

"I don't have a name, and my sisters call me "Nightingale"," she stood up, pulled up the corner of her robe, bent her knees and squatted, which was a standard aristocratic ceremony. "First of all, I would like to express my gratitude to you, His Highness Roland Wimbledon."

Thanks? Roland noticed that the patterns on the other party's robe emitted a unique flash under the fire, three parallel triangles, and patterns that looked like eyes... It seems that they have seen them somewhere.

——"The pattern on the coin... is the seal of the Holy Mountain and the Demon Eye, and this is the emblem of the Witch Co-Assistance Society."

Barov's words suddenly flashed through his mind, "You... are witches!?"

"Hahaha," she let out a series of chuckles, "Your Highness is indeed very knowledgeable."

When Roland heard the other party admit his identity, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief. It was not the assassin sent by those brothers and sisters. "You came to this remote town for the witch in the Beipo mining area? Although you don't know where you heard the news, it's too late to come now. If I really wanted to hang her, she would have died long ago."

"I know. And if you really do this, I won't just want to talk to you..." Nightingale sat back on the bed, "The Communist Party will not like someone to interfere in secular affairs, especially those related to royal power. But I don't like to listen to them. Killing a prince for a witch may be too much, but I can still leave a deep impression on you."

The naked threat. Roland felt relieved, "She lives well."

"I know, besides her, there is a little girl named Nanava," she nodded, "I arrived here a week ago, but I didn't meet you. I have seen everything you did, although I don't quite understand why you don't have the malice you are used to with witches, no matter what, on behalf of the witches' Co-Aid, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

"A week ago..." Roland wiped his forehead and "see everything he did?" Could it be that this guy kept following him without realizing it at all? "Okay, you said you want to talk to me, and you don't just plan to thank me, right?"

"Are you tired of talking to me while standing?" she said, taking off her hood, "Please come here to speak. I am not scary and will not scare you."

It's not just not ugly, it can be said to be beautiful. The moment the hood fell, the nightingale's golden curly hair was sprinkled like a waterfall, and the golden spots slowly dizzy under the candlelight; her nose bridge was high and her eyes were radiant, unlike Anna and Nana Val's childish faces, her facial features revealed a mature style. Although it is impossible to look carefully in the dim light, the staggered facial shadows are enough to prove her beauty.
Chapter completed!