Source of Power

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Roland used the excuse that Changsong Fortress did not provide food to the border town, and announced to the people that he would resist the evil moon on the spot this year, and use money to motivate the people.

At the same time, the six nobles of Changsong Fortress also planned to teach Roland a lesson.

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Roland borrowed Anna's ability to build the first steam engine.

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At night, when Roland returned to the bedroom, he saw Nightingale again.

This time she was not wearing a hood, her golden curly hair scattered on her shoulders. Under the candlelight, her beautiful face was smiling. She sat at the table, fiddling with a few pieces of parchment in her hands, "It seems that the rumors outside are really not to be believed. It is said that the fourth prince is uneducated, has a bad character, and does all kinds of evil things like drinking, whoring and

gambling. In fact, he is no worse than the court master. The drawing on this paper is the design of the iron stove? You call it... a steam engine, right?" Damn, can't you give people some privacy? Come and go as you please. Do you think this is your home! Roland was complaining in his heart, but he still replied calmly, "It is a design, but without Anna's help, it is just a blueprint."

"What can it do?"

"A lot, transporting ore, draining water, smelting iron, forging, anywhere that requires a lot of strength, it can play a role."

"Then I'll take it," Nightingale rolled up the parchment and put it in her robe, "There are also people in the Mutual Aid Association who can control fire."

"Hey--"

She waved her hand to stop Roland's protest, "Of course, I won't take your things for nothing, okay?"

Nightingale turned her body to Roland and gently pulled up her robe. The candlelight reflected on her snow-white skin, shaking constantly. As the robe was pulled up, two round and plump legs appeared in front of Roland.

"Gudong" Roland couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Seeing that the deep legs were about to appear, the robe was put down again.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Take a look at this first." Nightingale put a small ball of white thing on the table.

Roland was a little annoyed, but he still walked over and picked it up with his fingers, and found that it was actually a roll of paper.

He gently unfolded it and glanced at it, "This is..." "

A secret letter delivered by a carrier pigeon," Nightingale said in a joking tone, "The recipient is your maid Tyr, tut tut, it seems that your harem is not stable."

"I..." Roland thought of the happy time he had with Tyr, and was speechless for a moment.

Tyr, in his memory, this woman seemed to have followed him for a long time. The fourth prince was originally quite interested in her and trained her in various ways. Tyr was also obedient to Roland and could accept any kind of play. This time when he came to Border Town, he simply promoted her to the head maid and served him personally. Her room was arranged next door, so that she could vent her desires at any time. I didn't expect that it was the spy arranged by my brother and sister?

Although the letter was unsigned, judging from the content, it was most likely written by those brothers and sisters. The letter said that the master was very unhappy with the failure last time, and next time he would take action when there was a riot in Changge Fortress, and he would never allow failure again. Well, actually you have succeeded, he thought, otherwise he would not become Roland Wimbledon.

This letter is unlikely to be forged by Nightingale, because only those who participated in the conspiracy would know clearly about the first assassination plan. And if Nightingale wanted to kill him, there was no need to go through so much trouble.

"You stole it from her?"

"Your maidservant wasn't that stupid. She planned to burn it after reading it. It's a pity that I happened to be behind her when she was reading it," she made a gesture of switching things up. "So, what are you going to do? Do you need my help?"

Roland naturally understood what she meant by "handle". Hesitating for a moment, mixed with the emotions of his previous life, even though he was a little reluctant, he finally nodded, "Thank you for your help." He really didn't have the confidence to do this kind of thing by himself, "If possible... ask for me who is behind her."

"As you wish, Your Highness," Nightingale bowed with a smile, "Then this blueprint is your reward."