Nana

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Damn it, Roland thought to himself, this is too much of a coincidence, how could he recruit a random craftsman and hire a witch's neighbor? It can be seen that the other party is definitely familiar enough with Anna, otherwise it would be impossible to recognize her within a short time of meeting.

He turned his head to look at Katranis. The chief knight understood what he meant and immediately pulled the bolt to block the only exit.

"Teacher...?"

Anna's reaction made Roland unable to come back to his senses for a while. What, teacher?

"It's really you, Anna, I... I..." Carl only felt his eyes warm, and then something flowed down. He knelt on the ground weakly, and kept repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... That's great, that's... great..."

After a long while, Karl Vanbert finally calmed down. He stood up slowly and bowed to Roland again. "I'm very sorry, Your Highness. I lost my composure."

"What's going on? Aren't you a stonemason?"

"I was," Karl answered fluently after letting go of the burden in his heart. Your Highness did not kill Anna. The one who was hanged on the execution ground was a substitute. After realizing this, he knew what he should do. Although it was unclear why the other party wanted to save a witch, no matter what, even if Your Highness wanted to take her into the palace, it would be much better than sending her to the gallows. This at least shows that His Highness is not afraid of the rumor that witches are the incarnation of the devil.

He recounted in detail his experience of drifting from Graycastle to Border Town, including opening a college here and discovering that his student Nanava Pine had also become a witch. Finally, he begged Your Highness to hide Nanava in the palace to avoid persecution after being exposed.

Anna, who was standing aside, looked like she wanted to plead for Nanava after listening, but she never said a word.

Another new witch, this is really great news, but I seem to have heard of the surname Payne somewhere. Roland called the minister's assistant to ask quietly, and then he found out that it was the surname of a small noble family in Border Town.

"You can bring her to see me. If she is really a witch, I promise that she will not be harmed," Roland promised, "but I can't take her away from the Payne family, especially before she is actually threatened by her family. In addition, I didn't save Anna for what you think..." He thought about it and decided to make it clear, "I need her help. Compared with the nonsense of devil's evil power, I believe that the power of witches has nothing to do with good and evil, and can be controlled. So whether it's Anna or Nana, any witch, as long as they don't do anything illegal, I won't think they are guilty."

"Next, let's talk about business. Have you participated in the construction of the Graycastle wall?" The prince turned the topic back to construction matters.

"Yes!" Carl nodded. Although the Fourth Prince did not accept Nanawa as he had expected, and the idea of needing the help of a witch was puzzling, he was willing to protect Nanawa's safety, which was enough.

"Very good, I plan to build a wall between the Redwater River and the foot of the North Slope Mountain to resist the invasion of evil beasts. Now you are responsible for this project."

Roland discussed the construction plan of the wall with Carl, and met Nanawa for the first time, preparing to test Nanawa's ability.

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Seeing the knight take the order and leave, Roland returned to the table, "You can save small animals, why do you still think witches are evil?"

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

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

"The church is lying?" Nana opened her mouth wide. "Why?"

Roland shook his head and did not explain. Even if he said it, they would not understand. When civilization has not yet developed to a certain level, such strange things will always happen. Even without the need for profit, people will automatically attribute natural disasters, plagues, or incomprehensible phenomena to imaginary behind-the-scenes culprits - historically, this pot is mostly taken by women.

In this world, witches are more likely to become targets of the church after they have real power of unknown origin. Just think about it and you will know that the church will never let this vision go. Either all witches will be canonized as saints, saying that this is a gift from God; or witches will be hunted down and called the devil's spokesperson. However, once the former is chosen, the majesty of monotheism will be greatly hit - because the appearance of witches has nothing to do with the church. What if the church that believes in other gods also canonize witches as saints, and everyone is chosen by God, then whose god is the only true God?

The premise for the coexistence of polytheism is that the gods really exist and can restrain each other. Since gods do not exist, they are just symbols made up by words, so why should they share this world with others? Therefore, any monotheistic religion will claim that the one they believe in is the true god. For pagans, there is only one way to go, that is to destroy them. Similarly, they can only choose the latter and spare no effort to fight witches.

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

There is a live chicken in the kitchen of the castle. When the knight brought it by the wings, it was still flapping and kicking.

What happened next made Nanava stunned. Roland took out a silver knife from his waist and asked the knight to hold it firmly and stab the chicken. After stabbing, he asked Nanava to come up and treat it. After the treatment, he changed the method and continued... and so on.

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

She can restore damaged parts, including cuts, fractures, and bruises. If the part is completely missing, such as cutting off the chicken claws, she cannot make it grow new claws. But if she reattached the broken claw and used her ability, the broken end would be as good as new. In the end, she couldn't reverse life and death. Once the chicken died, her treatment would be ineffective.

During the entire treatment process, Roland didn't see the sticky water she described. She simply put her hand on the chicken's wound, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a series of experiments, Nana's physical energy consumption was not great, at least she didn't sweat.

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Roland and Barov discussed the next direction of Border Town.

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Pero, the ambassador of Longsong Fortress, visited and was rejected by Roland for the mineral trade with Border Town. He also learned that Roland was planning to resist the Demonic Moon.

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During the day, Roland began to popularize natural science knowledge to Anna, Nana and Carter, and did a simple experiment on air composition.

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There is no nightlife in this era. If you don't make love, everyone goes to bed early. He just considered whether to let Tyr do some exercise, but when he thought of Anna, he suddenly lost the intention of making love.

Just after lighting the candle in the room, he heard several claps behind him, and then someone spoke, "What a unique lecture. I didn't expect that His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is actually a learned man."

It was a strange woman's voice. Roland broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Who else could a stranger who could appear in his room without anyone noticing except an assassin! ? He rushed to the door, and before he could put his hand on the door handle, a cold wind blew past his ears. When he came to his senses, a silver-handled dagger was firmly inserted into the door panel, and the dagger was only a finger's width away from his cheek.