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Today's incident made Roland not interested in assembling the steam boring machine. He specially asked the chef to prepare extra rich dinner, with black pepper steaks and fried eggs unlimited, and Anna and Lightning belly supported. Nanava tried her best to maintain the etiquette, and finally her mouth was still shiny. In addition to the restaurant serving, he also asked the maid to prepare insulated porcelain, put it in soft and stewed shredded pork and wheat porridge, and sent it to the nightingale's room. As long as they woke up, they could eat warm food.

After dinner, the next step was to arrange the room. Fortunately, the previous lord of Border Town was very particular about pomp. A town born for mining and early warning was still built according to medium-sized town standards. In Roland's familiar words, it was a single-family villa with a living area of ​​900 square meters, a total of three floors, with a single-family villa with a leap floor, with a viewing tower and an arrow tower at four corners. It was equipped with a vestibule and a back garden.

Roland arranged the lightning room opposite Anna, and the next room was planned to be left for Wendy after recovering. Seeing Nanava walking into the room like a candy, he couldn't help but shake his head with amusement.

After returning to the office, Roland poured himself a glass of ale. The plan was not as fast as it was. He thought that through Nightingale, he could harvest a large wave of witches and lit up all the branches of chemical, agricultural and biological on the technology tree. However, he did not expect that the leaders of the Co-Aid Association would have such great hostility towards the aristocratic class. Neutral factions like Nightingale and Lightning are actually a minority. Wendy... After hearing Lightning's statement, she did not take the initiative to leave the Co-Aid Association, but just to save Nightingale, she had to carry it here after being attacked by the snake demon Hakara.

Just two, he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, which was better than none of them.

During the meal, he asked Lightning about her and Wendy's abilities and learned that the little girl could fly freely in the air like a bird, while Wendy could operate the power of the wind. These two abilities were not very useful to Pan Technology, but if you use them well, you still have great potential in the upcoming war.

He also inquired about the abilities of other witches in the camp and found that their abilities were diverse and had no rules to follow. Some effects could be barely explained by scientific theories, while others were completely incredible.

For example, the creator of the Co-Aid Association, the snake demon Hakara, can condense the magic into a snake-shaped shape. These poisonous snakes are not illusions, they can be touched or attacked enemies. Different snake patterns represent different toxins, and as far as lightning is seen at present, they have at least two effects: paralysis and death.

However, Roland found that whether it is Anna or Hakara, the magic of the witches only produces effects at close range. For example, Anna's green fire will suddenly disappear five meters away. Hakara's poisonous snake cannot leave the body too far. The power of the nightingale and lightning is shorter. When you want to affect external objects, you must use contact to take effect.

So when they faced the church army equipped with crossbows and the stone of divine punishment, they could only escape in all directions.

In the office until midnight, the fire in the fireplace gradually darkened. Roland sneezes and planned to go back to the room to sleep.

When he pushed open the bedroom door, he found something wrong - the scene in front of him seemed familiar, a woman was sitting on the head of his bed, half of her figure was shrouded in the darkness, and the flames reflected her back on the wall, like a mural. But there were many differences. She did not wear the robe that was unchanging, but changed into an ordinary casual dress. Her appearance was no longer unfamiliar when she first met, but could see the other person's identity at a glance.

nightingale.

Roland suddenly became a little nervous. Could this situation be... good luck is coming?

Nightingale also saw the prince, and she stood up and walked slowly over. After only a long rest, her face was much better than when she first saw it. Her cheeks were rosy and her hair was no longer dull. It has to be said that the witch's self-recovery ability is indeed amazing.

"Thank you for your hard work," Roland coughed, breaking his silence, "Why don't you take a little longer? Lightning has told me everything."

The nightingale shook her head.

Roland felt something was wrong. Her expression was solemn and there was an indescribable persistence in her eyes. What she decided, Roland realized that this resolute look was difficult to see even in a man, which made him restrain other emotions and wait for the other person's next words.

However, Nightingale did not speak. She took a deep breath, then knelt down on one knee, raised a short sword with both hands, and slightly under her head - this is a standard knight's ceremony, and the nobles often perform this ceremony when they swore allegiance to their superiors.

"His Highness Roland Wimbledon, I swear to you in the name of Nightingale and Veronica," she said frankly, "As long as you can treat the witch well, I will be willing to send you, whether it is the strong shield against evil spirits or the sharp blades that cut through the night, without fear or regret until the last moment of your life."

So that's it. Roland thought that the actions of the Co-Aid Association disappointed her, so she put the hope of leading the witch forward on herself. For the time traveler himself, he should have refused. He was more accustomed to hiring or cooperating to work together. If he goes further, the one who has common ideals and ambitions is comrades.

But he knew that sometimes it was meaningless to emphasize equality, freedom, etc. without a suitable soil for growth, even if the seeds were sown, they would turn into decay. As a prince, he could not deviate from his class before unifying the entire kingdom.

Roland was silent for a moment, and according to the etiquette in the court, he took the short sword and used the sword to carry it on her shoulder three times, "I accept your allegiance."

Nightingale's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she had finally relaxed.

Then he stretched out his right hand and handed it to the other side.

Nightingale took her finger and kissed her gently on the back of her hand. In this way, the whole etiquette was over.

Although it seems extremely inappropriate to be able to do all this action, at least it means that Nightingale is not a civilian. And the Veronica she just mentioned... "Is that your real name? No last name?" Roland pulled her up and asked.

"Yes, Your Highness. I have no intention of hiding it from you. Five years ago, I had left the Glen family, and that surname had nothing to do with me anymore." Nightingale said frankly. She put down her last defense of Roland and simply told her past.

She was born in Yinguang City, which was named after the silver mines. Her father was a viscount and her mother was a commoner woman. Such marriages were not common, but the two got along very well. In addition, Nightingale also had a younger brother named Hyde. She spent her childhood in Yinguang City, which was also her happiest time.
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