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Back in the room, Yifei listened quietly to Tilly and finished the whole story of the Blood Teeth and the real purpose of Hetty Morgan. When she heard that Anne was handed over to the nobles by Tianyan, she felt something in her heart was pinched.

"Hetty...where's her?"

"I have been punished as I deserve," replied Ashes, who stood behind Tilly, "In addition, during the arrest, Tianyan tried to resist and also embarked on the same path as Hetty."

"Is that...thank you." Yifei whispered.

Her fist that had just been clenched tightly couldn't help but relax, and suddenly she felt a little lost.

Although the culprit who caused all this had paid the price, she did not feel much relaxed. Instead, she felt a little confused because she lost the goal of venting hatred. Moreover, as the only person who was not punished, her sins became even deeper.

"I hope you can help Sleeping Island get back on track," Tilly paused for a moment, and said, "The rest of the Blood Teeth Club members are all those deceived and framed by Hetimon, and they should not be implicated or discriminated against. The bullying of the auxiliary witches by combat witches is indeed a mistake, but in turn it will not be much better."

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

Maybe she would agree so quickly. Tilly looked a little surprised, "It would be great if you could agree."

“What should I do?”

"Just talk to other members of the Blood-Tooth Society about your story with Anne. I will make Hetty's crime public to everyone." Tilly said, "After the church is completely eradicated, I will send people to Wolf Heart to search for these witches imprisoned by the nobles. If they are still alive, His Majesty Roland will be responsible for rescuing them."

"I see."

If there is any way to relieve this sin, she will do her best.

"Are you... okay?" Tilly suddenly bent down and reached out to wipe Yifei's cheek. The latter suddenly felt a warmth flowing away on his face.

"It doesn't matter," she blinked, "I'm just a little... sleepy."

The Five Princess looked at her silently for a long time, "Don't be too sad, have a good rest."

It was not until the sound of the two of them left that Yifei lay on his back on the bed weakly.

She didn't cry.

This is just a natural reaction of the body, she told herself.

It has nothing to do with sadness, nor is it cowardice.

It is a proof that she misses Anne.

Tears flowed faster.

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Roland sat at the desk and read the evacuation statistics report of the General Staff. The swaying candlelight at the table made him dizzy for a long time. He hadn't tried reading at night with a lamp, and now he was a little uncomfortable when using it. He thought he had already pulled civilization into modern times in advance, but when he arrived at Gougu Town, everything was knocked back to the prototype.

No shower, no soap, no electric lights... It is not much better here than when he first arrived in Bianfeng Town. The beginning of industrialization was only a sharp corner in the western border. He wanted to make chimneys and boilers spread across the country, but he still had a lot of work.

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

"Thank you", he turned his head and made a lip shape and continued to look through the report.

When Barov was away, Sir Sir Sir was well-behaved as an office assistant. At least in counting the number of people and preparing reports, he did a great job, no worse than the young men who had received special training in the city hall.

"How many people here are willing to go to the Western Territory?"

"At least seventy percent, your Majesty," replied the Lord, "Cold Wind Ridge is not a place for living. I have asked the Duke that if it were not for monitoring the church's travel, there would be no town there. Most of the remaining 30% have their own fields or estates in the north."

"Very good, you can make plans now, try not to let the ships go back empty, and take a group of people with you every time to bring these people back to the Western Frontier as soon as possible."

"But, Duke Calvin..."

"I will 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 someone to station on Hanfeng Ridge."

"What's wrong, your majesty?" Silter asked in confusion.

"No...it's nothing," just as he said, no matter what he won or lost, Nightingale suddenly covered his mouth gently and asked him to hold it back, "Anyway, just do what I said."

"As for your order, your Majesty."

Just as the old sir was about to leave, the guard Sean pushed the door and walked in.

"His Majesty Roland, there is a woman outside the castle who wants to see you, but was stopped by the guards. But she knelt on the ground and said that she would never leave if she could not see you."

"Now?" He subconsciously looked out the window, and the entire town had fallen into the quiet night.

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

Hearing this answer, Roland almost choked with saliva. This is impossible! As far as he knew, the fourth prince had never been to the North, so how could a lover come out of thin air? But he thought for a while and decided to call her in and ask. First, it could dispel Nightingale's doubts, and second, it was a little curious if the other party was a nobleman, but she could also say that it was to pursue the romance of love, but if she was just a civilian, this lie would be a serious crime.

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

Her appearance is not particularly outstanding, but her facial features are unique. Her short and thin figure has an inexplicable sense of stability and softness. In simple terms, she is a wife with little big looks, but she looks like a wife with a lot of housekeeping skills. The dirty mud on the long skirt perfectly contrasts this weakness and strength.

"Dear Your Majesty," the woman bowed her knees, "Lifuya from Cold Wind Ridge is like you."

"I want to know, what's going on with your so-called Mrs. Wimbledon?" Roland went straight to the point, "I heard from the guards that you deliberately waited until late at night before coming to the castle? If you want to cheat in this name, you should know the consequences, right?"

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty, if you don't say that, you will not see me at all," she gritted her teeth. "I can't be considered your brother's true wife, but we have truly loved each other."

Is it really just a liar? Wait... Roland was stunned. What did she say? My brother?

"Tiffeko?"

She shook her head.

"Golon?"
Chapter completed!