If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Roman probably knew the true fighting power of the witches.

To say it is the lowest level three knight is a bit conservative.

Once used properly, witches and auxiliary troops can produce fourth- and fifth-level effects.

Ranged witches like Lucia and Mabel can even play a tactical role at critical moments.

Then it was Margaret's turn.

Roman now knew that the Witchwood continued the court witch system from the time of the Conquerors.

In its heyday, there were eight seat witches in Witchwood.

But among them, Leona of Thunder, Frieda of Phantom, and Petra of Rock died in the battle in the Holy City.

There are currently five seat witches, namely Bloody Margaret, Gemini Felicia, Time Lost Mona, and Prophet Isabella.

The last seat witch, Varya of Frost, is now in the north. It is said that she is in poor condition and dying.

So Roman was very interested in Margaret, the only seat witch.

Taking the battle knight as the reference standard, the seat witch is basically equivalent to a high-level knight.

A high-level witch is not necessarily a seat witch, but a seat witch must be a high-level witch.

It’s just that the seating standards in Witch Grove are looser than those in the Conqueror period.

"Margaret's spell is very dangerous," Shasta told Roman. "I suggest it be better to try it briefly."

"Tell me more specifically."

"Her blood spell can control blood, both her own blood and the enemy's blood..."

Roman said with great interest: "Then isn't she invincible?"

"Of course... that's not the case. High-level knights are resistant to Margaret's spells. The higher the level, the stronger the resistance."

There are many ways to resist blood spells, but the threat of blood spells is still very high.

"Margaret's general spells are not much stronger than ours. When she doesn't use blood spells, you can regard her as an intermediate witch."

Shasta's persuasion made Roman give up the idea of ​​testing Margaret.

Now that we know that Margaret's general spells are at the level of an intermediate witch, and her natural spells are dangerous, there is no need to test her.

Roman headed back home and learned some news on the way.

Margaret's spells are very evil and harmful to nature and harmony.

She once harvested the lives of fifty or sixty mercenaries at one time.

That's not fifty or sixty candles or straw.

Since mercenaries all have this effect, Roman asked himself, his soldiers must not be able to block the blood spell.

Although they wear simple plate armor, some spells can cause real damage.

To stand in front of Margaret, one of three conditions must be met.

One itself is strong enough to resist spell effects.

Second, wear amber, jade and other gemstones.

The third one is equipped with special armor, the one made of mithril is the best, followed by adamantine and orichalcum, and magic steel also has a weak resistance effect.

If you can't meet the above requirements, you won't even be able to consume it.

Because Margaret can draw strength from the blood to slow down her own consumption.

This spell reminded Roman of the Scarlet Baroness.

The ruler of Cang Yue, the legendary vampire, the enemy of the sun, and the darling of the moon.

There are many monsters in that cursed land, but none are as famous as Queen Cang Yue.

"Are you a vampire?" Roman asked Margaret.

She turned her head and looked at Roman,

"I'm not."

Margaret has long blood-red hair and pupils. Her face is pretty and pretty, like a girl, and her skin is very delicate. She has a higher status in the witch forest, and they call each other sisters.

"How do you use your spells?"

"Life has spirituality, and spirituality cannot flow out. Blood contains spirituality, but it can flow out. I call them out and flow them in my hands... The more blood flows, the weaker their souls are, and eventually those weak souls will go to the underworld... …”

Roman asked curiously: "What is the Netherworld?"

"They call it heaven, but it is not sacred at all. It is dark, deep, strange, mysterious, and full of deathly silence..."

"Believers say that devout people go to heaven after death to wash away their sins and be reborn," Roman said. "I think this sentence is a lie. It is just an illusory spiritual sustenance. Now tell me that place really exists?"

"It's just a destination." Margaret said, "We will eventually see the road leading to the underworld at the end of our lives. It is a winding path, with peaceful soul-inducing flowers on both sides. One end is at your feet, and the other end is submerged into the void..."

"Margaret, just study those weird magic theories yourself, and don't teach them to others!"

Gwen interrupted her with a smile.

Margaret returned to her former state of silence.

Gwen said to Roman again: "Master, those are just rumors. Some people drank the wrong medicine and saw hallucinations, so they started to publicize those illusions. These weird things are just like horror stories. Why should we pursue their original appearance? Woolen cloth?"

She shrugged as she said, "Just listen to the old man's advice."

She looked like a shameless and shrewish woman in her forties. It wouldn't be surprising even if she was sitting on the floor and acting bad, but she didn't look like an old woman in her sixties at all. Roman doubted whether she was menopausal.

Roman snorted, "I will judge the truth of those horror stories."

Gwen said hypocritically: "I'm doing this for your own good. Maybe the truth of those horror stories is scarier than the horror stories themselves."

Roman ignored her alarmist words and decided to find out their details, and rode away on horseback.

After all, there is still a long way to go.

A group of witches followed him slowly.

"Margaret, don't tell him about those invisible things. It will be bad if he is interested. We finally found someone who is a little bit reliable. Don't let him jump into the fire pit!"

Margaret said lightly: "He asked me."

"Just tell him when he asked? Why don't you say you like killing people!"

Margaret said: "It's useless to say it. Killing is not allowed here."

"You are a damn stubborn person, right!" Gwen cursed.

They returned to the manor, just at lunch time.

Although it was an exercise, Roman asked them to cast spells for real, so that the soldiers could experience the power of those spells and beat them as hard as possible without reducing their combat effectiveness.

All of them died in the exercise, and they were not feeling well in reality. They were all listless and quite tired.

But after seeing the lunch in the manor hall, all the fatigue was forgotten.

The dishes were not as many as yesterday, but they were also rich.

Fried bacon, fried chicken legs, smoked sausages, pork skin jelly, caramel pork elbows, stewed sheep heads.

Humans are born to eat!

I eat like crazy!

The witch sighed, how could she eat such things when she was on the run before? If she wanted to eat meat, she had to steal other people's sheep and chickens, or hunt wild animals.

But the former and the latter were not easy to get, the processing process was also very troublesome, and there was no seasoning. It was simply not a life for human beings.