Release that Witch

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"Yes... is this? I know." Hearing the news from the front line, Roland only felt that there was no sinking in his heart. After a while, he whispered back. "Your injury, now how? It’s like it.”

Then there was silence without words.

When he spoke again, it was already a few minutes later. "No, it is not your fault. There should be no such thing at this time. Since the threat of the front line has been lifted, come back and take a long vacation and take a rest."

After hanging up the phone, Roland leaned back on the back of the chair and sighed.

What the nightingale seemed to have expected, did not flash to the table as usual, but walked to him step by step, "is the phone call from the leaves?"

"Yeah." Roland closed his eyes. "The war was over. The First Army captured Takira at a very small cost and found half of the Taki in the Shenshi mine. Although the ambush plan failed, But the enemy demons confirmed that they were killed and the curse no longer existed. It can be said that it was a misfortune in misfortune, but..." He paused. "The ashes and Elena did not survive."

"That fool?" The nightingale couldn't help but slammed. Then he turned his head.

"Listen to the lightning, the ashes became the supernatural in the end, and with the devil, the scene, except for a small piece of the slashed handle, nothing left." Roland said slowly.

When he saw the location of the ambush by the phantom instrument, he knew that the plan had a deviation, and from the arrangement of the devil, it seemed to be waiting for the witch to shoot. It is a pity that the light curtain can only see the corner of the battlefield. The special action team decided to disappear into the field of vision soon after the west withdrawal, so that he was in a hurry for the next day and a half.

In fact, at that moment, Roland had the worst plan in his heart.

The final result can be said to be much better than he expected.

Even so, when he was really informed of news of casualties, he found himself unable to relax at all.

After all, he passed the ambush plan.

"Although the ash guy is arrogant and arrogant, at least every choice he makes is serious..." The nightingale put his hand on the back of his hand. "Erina is even more so, I believe they are early." Be prepared, you don't have to put this responsibility on yourself to say something to the leaves, it applies to you as well."

Roland nodded. He still doesn't understand why the devil can see through the whole action in advance. Even the goal of destroying the witch is more important than the holy city of Taqila, but the facts can no longer change the leader of the gray fort and the united front. He must not reveal any depressing look in front of everyone, no matter what difficulties or setbacks should be encountered.

If even he is caught in a trough, how can he support those who are more sad?

Let's say Tilly.

This is also the problem that Roland is currently facing the most difficult to face.

Judging from the light of the leaves, the relationship between the two is probably much closer than he thought. Although Tilly did not show grief at the time, she still placed the injured in the first place, but the disappointment in her eyes was disguised as the words of lightning, just like the sudden loss of luster. . As for why the little girl secretly conveyed the last words to him, it is estimated that he hopes that he can comfort Tilly.

And this is what Roland is not good at.

I can only take a step and look at it, he thought.

In the afternoon, the Seagull returned to No Winter City.

The first batch of returned people were witches who were not injured or who had been slightly injured. If the injury is heavier, it still needs to be cultivated in the frontline camp for a while, waiting for Nanawa to completely heal the wound.

Roland personally took the rest of the Alliance to the airport to welcome their return.

Anna, Ai Gesha, Molly, Felice... Everyone walked down the ramp and hugged them with books, nightingales, and Xuelun, and the common clerks in the league, such as bells, gray rabbits, and pearls. In this case, whether it is a fighting witch or a non-combat witch, whether it is a new generation or a survivor of the federation, or an awakened person or an ordinary person, at this moment, there is no difference.

The last one is Tilly.

Roland walked over to her, "That..."

"Can I talk to you alone, brother?" Tilly began.

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Returning to the castle office, Roland confessed a few words to the nightingale and closed the door with his own hands.

"Well, what do you want to say..." He just turned and felt his chest suddenly tightened, and a figure leaned up.

"Don't move, please," Tilly hugged him, his voice trembled a little. "Let me stay for a while, just for a while..."

Speaking of the back, her voice has been crying, and the fingers on the back are getting harder and harder, almost like being embedded in the meat.

It turned out to be the case.

She is also the guide of the sleeping spell, and she must not show excessive sorrow in front of everyone, and the deeper the feelings, the more painful it is to restrain. It is not easy to stick to it now.

Roland patted her back and said, "No need to endure anymore, crying at ease, no one here can hear..."

"Oh...hey..."

Tilly first sent out a very depressing sob, then became louder and louder, and finally issued a cry that he had never heard before. Even when he was maliciously bullied by the Four Princes, the other party was not so sad. It is like a person who has lost the treasure, and the cry is full of sorrow.

Whether there is speech comfort is no longer important.

What he can do is to accompany her to vent to the end.

......

At the same time, the front line camp.

The tent was opened and the Sawyer came in with a bowl of fried potion.

"Do you want to drink this stuff again?" Andrea was vague. Her legs were tightly covered with gauze, and her cheeks were covered with ointment. Although there was not much healing, the cold touch could at least offset some of the pain for her. "I can't drink without sugar."

"That... I am going to ask the medical team points?" Sawyer hesitated.

"Where the medical team will have sugar, it is not in the winter city. If you forget it, help me up."

After Andreas sat up, he took the bowl and drank the bitter and painful painkiller.

"Cough, Nana is still busy, how long will it take me to get her treatment?"

"I went to ask, it will take almost three or four days. She said that the wounds of the gods are much heavier than you, and they say..."

"What else?"

Sawyer whispered, "I also said that your leg injury just looks scary, but it is not fatal. Just drink medicine."

Andrea turned a blind eye. "I am not the muscle monster. How can this degree of injury grow naturally?"

The latter's eyes can't help but red.

"Okay," Andrea coughed twice. "When I didn't say it."

"No..." Sawyer shook her head. "I just thought that your look was a bit like an ashes, so I couldn't help it..."

"I am like her? What to play." She just frowned and forced to press. It seems that this is a bit vulgar, ah... aristocratic style, aristocratic style. "That... I am just a little tired, you go back to rest. Remember to talk to Lightning or McMug in advance, please come back with a little honey when you patrol, at least let me drink medicine easily. ""

"Well, I know."

"Thank you."

After the Sawyer left, Andrea found that her mood could not calm down.

I know that a person is stubborn and wants to become a supernatural at the end. Do you think you are the Queen of Stars?

Now it’s good, killing the devil, and it’s a hero to save everyone. If it’s just that, then

She lay down again and held her face with her hand.

... bastard, you have not considered it.

It’s like this now, let me overtake you.