The nightingale lay on the window and looked at the city under the night through the glass.

The dull shadows continue in the night, outlining the outline of the royal city wall. Against the backdrop of the lights, the three walls reveal subtle differences. The closest palace wall is light gray. The burning rosin torches hanging on the wall illuminate the surroundings. At first glance, it looks like a gem belt with light and dark overlapping light.

Further away is the inner city wall, gray and black, like a long snake tangled around the city, even after the capital changed hands, the inner city area was still bright. This was the first time that the nightingale had seen a more lively place than the border town. This fierce and short war had little impact on the lower aristocrats and wealthy businessmen, and the night was still the best time for them to indulge in joy.

And further outward, the earth suddenly became dark, as if the light was blocked by a long snake. The most magnificent bluestone walls were all submerged into darkness, and only the sparks on the top of the city could be faintly seen. The outer city area, like most towns she had seen, fell silent as nightfall. Compared with the large dark areas, the lights in the inner city seemed weak, but this did not affect people singing and dancing... For some reason, the nightingale suddenly remembered the human beings forced to the corner of the continent. The vast dawn realm has been swallowed up step by step by step by step, and the devil and evil beasts lurked in it, but most people were unaware of this and continued to indulge in the few glows left.

"Huh, I'm so exhausted," Wendy's voice interrupted her thoughts, and the red-haired witch rubbed her shoulders and walked to her side, lying on the windowsill with her.

"Are they asleep?"

"Yes, it's been a long time since I'm finally tired," Wendy yawned. "I really don't know where they got the energy. They were flying around the hydrogen balloon all day, but they were still clamoring to listen to the story."

"You should thank Your Majesty," Nightingale couldn't help laughing, "If they hadn't done three sets of exercises last time, they would probably have to go out for an adventure tonight, not listening to the story." She turned her head and looked at her. From the gap between the balcony and the bedroom, she could see Maisie lying on Lightning, her white hair almost covered the girl's whole body. "They were really together."

Since the rooms in the palace are more spacious and are arranged in the layout of the living room with two bedrooms, the witches who followed Roland to fight all allocate the rooms according to the method of living together. It has to be said that this is the most magnificent place in the entire gray castle. Even the rooms, the carpets and bedding are woven with good weaving materials. Some nightingales can still name them, such as velvet and silk, while some she can't even tell the material.

"Indeed," Wendy also showed a soft smile, "I heard Lord Tilly say that Maisie used to turn into a dove and squatted on the beam of the roof to fall asleep. A little noise would wake her up, and maintaining her transformation was to escape from danger at any time. Now, she can finally fall asleep as peacefully as an ordinary girl." She paused at this point, her voice feeling a little emotional, "We have put the right chips."

Nightingale did not answer...and no answer was needed. Anyone who survived the witches will feel the same way. At the moment of life and death, the lords of the border town extended a helping hand to them, and promised to bring them a new world. Now, the sisters not only saw the light of light, but even found that the new world was almost within reach. When the holy mountain that had been pursued for a hundred years was about to become a reality, this feeling of gratitude and recognition could not be described clearly in a few words.

The two were silent for a long time, until the midnight bell rang in the distance, Wendy asked again, "Do you... want to go back and see?"

"Where did you go back?" Nightingale didn't come back to her senses for a moment.

"Silver City, your home." She pointed to the guide, "It's only half a day away. If Maisie takes you there, it will be less than half an hour. You... have a younger brother there."

Nightingale didn't expect the other party to mention this matter. After hesitating for a while, he shook her head and said, "Now is the time to rectify the city order. Potential enemies are everywhere, and I can't leave Your Majesty at all. After the Gray Castle is pacified, there are still many opportunities to go to Silver Light City to see it, so there are no need to rush for a moment."

"I thought you would emphasize that you had long been separated from the Glen family, just like in the past," Wendy seemed to feel relieved after hearing this answer, "You seem...no longer hate your brother?"

"If it weren't for his betrayal, I wouldn't have met you, let alone met His Majesty Roland." Nightingale smiled, "Isn't this what you often say to me? Getting rid of the nightmare of the past does not mean leaving the past. I have now understood the second half of the sentence as long as I can work hard to live a more fulfilling life than the past."

"Well... it's a good proverb," ​​Wendy raised her eyebrows, "I can't tell that your literary attainments are quite high."

"So I won't sneak away, just go to bed with confidence," Nightingale pulled her hand, "It's getting late."

"Well," the two climbed onto the big bed, and Wendy summoned a light breeze and blew out the candle, "Good night."

"Good night."

When Nightingale confirmed that she was asleep, she gently climbed up from the bed, escaped into the mist, and walked towards His Majesty Roland's room.

Next is her time.

Darkness stood on her side.

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The next day, Roland got good news and bad news from the Iron Axe. The good news was that after a night of torture, the High Priest Felli finally secretly replaced the king of Hermes and poured out the plan to issue a ruling to fight for the king.

The bad news is that the church has been planning for a long time to instigate this dispute, in order to weaken the war potential of Gray Castle so that they can quickly conquer the kingdom. In fact, their goals have also achieved many, such as the two southeastern realms of the kingdom... If it weren't for the fact that they happened to be the fourth prince, this plan would have probably caused Gray Castle to fall into a slump.

"You heard it all," he commanded Tassa beside him, "to spread the news, especially the true purpose of the church and the collusion with Tifeco, the more meticulous it is. I want the people of the city to know what they have done."

"yes."

Then Roland looked at the Iron Axe and "sent another paddle steamer to bring Barov and Kemo Strier to the capital."

The latter showed a rare look of embarrassment, "There is no problem for the Chief Manager, but the chief alchemist... is he really willing to leave the laboratory and spend his precious time on the road?"

"I will write a letter to Kaimo," Roland curled his lips. He did not return home without returning home, like a night in a rich and elegant manner. To put it simply, when his skills are perfect, no one will mind taking it out and showing off. He and the Wangdu Alchemy Association have always been competitors. As the saying goes, colleagues are enemies, and now they have the opportunity to come to the door and slap in the face. If they don't believe it, he won't come.
Chapter completed!