Nightingale

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"Please don't be impulsive, Your Highness, I don't mean to hurt you, I just came here to talk to you."

Damn it, is there such a way to keep someone to talk? Roland swallowed his saliva and slowly turned around. Under the threat of the dagger, he could only do what the other party said.

In the dim candlelight, Roland saw the other party - she was sitting beside his bed, her whole body buried in her robe, with a hood on her head, so he couldn't see her true appearance. The candlelight cast her figure on the wall behind her, occupying most of the wall.

"Who are you?"

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

Thank you? Roland noticed that the pattern on the other party's robe gave off a unique flash in the firelight, three parallel triangles, and the pattern shaped like eyes... It seemed that he had seen it somewhere.

- The pattern on the coin... is the seal of the Holy Mountain and the Magic Eye, which is the emblem of the Witches' Mutual Aid Association.

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

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

Hearing the other party admit his identity, Roland breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was not an assassin sent by those brothers and sisters. "You came to this remote town because of the witch in the North Slope Mine? I don't know where you heard the news from, but 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 did that, I wouldn't just want to talk to you..." Nightingale sat back on the bed, "The Mutual Aid Society doesn't like anyone interfering in worldly 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."

Naked threat. Roland was relieved, "She's alive and well."

"I know that besides her, there is also a little girl named Nanawa," she nodded, "I came here a week ago, but I didn't meet you. I saw everything you did, although I don't quite understand why you don't have the usual malice towards witches. Anyway, on behalf of the Witches' Mutual Aid Association, I would like to thank you."

"A week ago..." Roland wiped his forehead. Did he see everything he did? Could it be that this guy has been following him all the time, and he didn't notice it at all? In other words, when he was fucking Tyr, she was just watching? "Okay, you said you wanted to talk to me, you don't just want to say thank you, right?"

Seeing Roland's expression change, Nightingale knew what he was thinking, "Of course, I have also watched the movements you and your maid did for a long time. Don't worry, I have seen a lot of similar things. I have to say that you have good capital, and I have a good impression of you. If there is a chance, I would also like to spend a night with you."

"Aren't you tired of standing and talking to me?" She said as she took off her hood. "Please come over here and talk. I don't look scary, and I won't scare you, Your Highness." She

was not only not ugly, but also beautiful. The moment the hood fell, Nightingale's golden curly hair fell like a waterfall, and the golden light spots slowly spread out under the candlelight; her nose was high and her eyes were bright. Unlike Anna and Nana's slightly childish faces, her facial features revealed a mature style. Although it was impossible to look closely in the dim light, the scattered shadows on her face were enough to prove her beauty.

Roland walked over slowly and sat side by side with the bed. He didn't forget the danger because he was attracted by the other person's face, but simply felt that the other person had no ill intentions.

"You can talk now."

"Sure enough, you're not afraid of me," the woman's voice sounded a little happy, "You are different from those people I've met... They hate us because they are afraid of us. I can see fear in their eyes, and you..." She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroked Roland's cheek, "Just curious."

Roland coughed awkwardly and turned his head away. Hey, hey, please don't change the atmosphere so quickly, it was just Assassin's Creed, how come it suddenly became a domineering president style, and thinking of the lewd words that Nightingale just said, Roland felt a little hot in his lower body.

Fortunately, the other party quickly restrained his emotions, "I came here to tell you that I want to take Anna and Nanawa away."

"No!" Roland was shocked and blurted out. Then he was worried that refusing so bluntly would annoy the other party, so he had to add, "They live well here, and no one can hurt them. Besides, where do you want to take them? There is no place safer than here."

"Take them to the Mutual Aid Society, that's where they belong," Nightingale did not get angry because of the refusal, she still said in a calm tone, "Members of the Mutual Aid Society are their companions, there is no discrimination, no persecution... they don't need to disguise themselves anymore."

"Where is the Mutual Aid Society? You don't have a fixed place to stay, right? My guards found your camp in the Hidden Forest a month ago, and the footprints showed that you were heading north... What's in the north? There are only endless mountains!"

"You are right, the Mutual Aid Society is now somewhere in the Desperate Mountains. It is absolutely safe for witches."

"Where is it safe to spend the winter in the mountains like a savage? Is there clean drinking water? Is there enough food? Is there a warm place to live? Moreover, the Demon Month is coming, and the entire northwest will become a dangerous place. What on earth are you thinking about-" Roland suddenly stopped talking here. Wait, what did Barlov say? Witches can only find true peace by going to the Holy Mountain. The purpose of establishing the Mutual Aid Society is to gather witches together to search for the Holy Mountain together. Damn it, could it be... "You plan to look for the Holy Mountain in the Desperate Mountains?"

"Excuse me, I have nothing to say," Nightingale smiled bitterly, but her expression clearly told Roland that she had guessed it right.

"In that case, I will never agree to it," Roland rejected it outright. "In two months, the entire outer domain will be infested with evil beasts. Even if we can avoid humans in the mountains, we cannot escape the evil beasts. How about this? The Holy Mountain can be found at any time. You might as well come to Border Town to spend the winter. It won't be too late to look for it after winter is over."

This time it was Nightingale's turn to be stunned. "The Mutual Aid Association will move here? You... are really an interesting person." She thought about it and finally shook her head. "Your Highness, even if you are not afraid of witches, your people are. And once we are exposed to the eyes of the public, the minions of the church will soon come to our door."

As long as we can successfully survive the Demonic Month with the help of the witches, my people will realize that they are not evil. Before Roland could speak, the other party stopped him, "In addition, there is another reason why I want to take them away. Anna is about to become an adult."

"Adult?"

"Yes," Nightingale seemed to see the doubt in Roland's heart and explained calmly, "Adult is the first hurdle that all witches need to overcome. Usually, the earlier you become a witch, the harder it is to get through this hurdle. Your Highness, do you know why we are regarded as the incarnation of the devil?"