Release that Witch

As Wendy said, the next morning, the witches were called by the maid to the first floor. After breakfast, the prince handed them a piece of fine parchment. Considering that some witches can't read the words, the book retells the content for everyone. Followed by the signature, press the fingerprint.

Roland knows that it is difficult for them to really understand the meaning of each line of text in the contract, but it does not matter. It will always be understood after a long time. He also knows that even if they are selling their deeds, they will sign their names at the moment. Roland doesn't think that providing a relatively generous treaty is a behavior that makes him suffer. Since he chooses to follow this path, he must look further. What he is doing now is to form a good cycle in the future, a win-win framework that can be implemented for a long time.

After collecting the contract, Roland arranged the training tasks for each person according to the plan made last night, and then called the leaves, the books and Soroya back to the office with themselves.

Closing the door, the nightingale showed his figure and blinked at the sisters.

"I always thought about what Wendy told me yesterday," Roland opened the curtains and let the bright sunshine shine into the room. "She said that you have encountered terrible monsters, and finally only seven people survived. Even the mentor of the co-help club. Karadu died in a wild land. I want to know, what happened to you, mixed with evil beasts?"

The leaves first said: "It's not evil beasts, they are the devils from the gates of hell, they have tall bodies that can drive evil spirits, and they have magic power, just like..." She hesitated, "just like us."

"Devil?" Roland frowned and looked at Soroya. "Are you there?"

The latter nodded.

"You can draw the scene at the time, right?" Roland handed a piece of paper.

Soroya closed her eyes and looked a little bit painful, but she took the paper and walked to the table.

As the ability to display, the ever-changing quill appeared in her hands, the pen swayed with colorful light, then flew out of her hands and swung on the paper. A vivid picture gradually appeared on the paper, and Soroya never opened his eyes.

Roland was close to the table and saw that the pattern on the paper was really good - no, he told himself that it was not a painting, but a real-time shot of the scene at the time. Her ability, like the same camera, will reappear in the wilderness of the massacre in the first perspective.

When the painting was finished, Soroya’s forehead was covered with sweat, and it was obvious that this memory was a nightmare for her.

The nightingale also came over at the moment. "Is this the devil?"

"It's them," the leaf pointed to the closest one from the perspective. "This devil wearing a metal glove can summon lightning strikes, and at the same time, the power is endless, more than a dozen sisters die in his hands. The devil in the distance They can throw spears several times faster than the arrow. But their special attacks can not be used continuously, I just took the opportunity to kill them."

"Are you alone?" Roland asked.

"The skin tube under the evil beast helmet is the weakness of the devil," the leaf pointed at the neck of the iron hand devil. "Hakala's magic snake bit his tube and eventually died with him. I used the same method. The other hand was killed by the handcuffs. There seemed to be some red gas in the tube. After the gas leaked, they would die."

Well, how does this thing look like an oxygen tank-like device? How can there be such a creature in the wilderness? Roland is puzzled. But if they say that they are aliens, they will obviously not reach that level. The sturdy leather tube with patches and the clothes made of animal skin can only be said to be comparable to oneself.

Whether it's using technology or magic, being able to take the initiative to travel to other planets, it shows its strength - the earth people are faltering even for months.

Of course, it is also impossible to rule out the miraculous civilizations that some talents have squandered. Roland thought, in a nutshell, the "devil" is not an invincible enemy, they can also be killed.

"In addition to the devil, we also saw a city floating in the air," the leaf said. "No matter how far we walked out of it, it is still in front of us. Lightning has been mentioned in her adventure story. It seems It is a mirage."

"Can you draw it?" Roland asked Soroya.

She nodded and summoned the magic pen again to paint the floating city that the leaves said on the paper.

Roland carefully checked the picture. There was not much information in the blurred scene. If the city is really a mirage, then at least it means that the real body is in a certain place in the wild. The **** fog above the city is the gas that the devil breathes. This explanation is much more reliable than the aliens said. After all, the vast continent west of the desperate mountain range is a mysterious area where no one is involved. It is not surprising that other races exist.

There is only one last question left. "I have heard that Nightingale and Wendy have mentioned that Hakala decided to look for the Holy Mountain because of an ancient book," Roland asked. "Book, have you seen the book?"

The book hesitated for a moment. "Hakala is not allowed anyone to read the book, but... I have peeked through it. The words in it are confusing, and... incredible."

"Can you copy it out? Let me see."

"Those are not true. Your Highness, the absence of the Holy Mountain has proved this," she sighed and raised her right hand. "I hope you don't be confused by the contents of the book."

A book with a Phnom Penh appeared in the air, the cover spread out on both sides, the page flipped quickly, and then the door closed and fell into her hands. "His Royal Highness, I hope that you will only be watched by one person. I don't want to see other sisters become like Hakala."

Roland took the book. "I know."

After the witches left the office, the nightingale appeared quietly on the sofa. As usual, she picked up her robes, placed her feet on a low table, and chewed dried fish.

"You don't want to check it out?" Roland asked with a smile.

The night snorted, "I am not interested in what the madman loves to see."

He shook his head and sat back at the table, carefully opening the pages, as if the book was really magical.

As the book says, most of the content is boring, and it seems that the language and grammar are not the usual way. The article mentions the red moon of blood, the huge stone gate, but only did not see the word holy mountain. In fact, except for occasional vocabulary that can understand the meaning, other content can't be read at all - it is summed up: I know each word, and I don't understand it at all. I don't know if it is because the book is sneaked and the content is missing, or the book itself is recorded.

Roland skips those lengthy paragraphs and flips them straight back. A rather heavy book has only the first few pages, and all of them are blank. From the last page, the writings are suddenly different. The previous writing has become sloppy, like an essay written in a hurry, but the content is clear and clear.

The first sentence at the beginning of the handwriting is "We have failed. The mortal cannot defeat the devil."