Release that Witch

After visiting the steam engine on site, Roland and Margaret returned to the castle office and continued to discuss the details of the business contract. If such negotiations involve bargaining, it is common for both parties to compete for a day or two. Therefore, the finance minister is usually responsible for the work, and the lord can only use the amount and the bottom line. However, the other party has already finalized the price, and Roland has saved a lot of effort.

"I expect that the next time I will arrive in a month, there will be three ships with a salty sling that will be with me." The businesswoman quickly wrote on the parchment, "based on the market price of 90%, the approximate value Three hundred and fifteen golden dragons."

"At that time, the town could produce almost two steam engines," Roland deliberately lowered the quantity. "It is a thousand gold dragons. You can use the Golden Dragon to make up the difference, or you can use other commodities instead."

“What kind of goods do you need?”

“Iron, copper, lead, green enamel,” he said. “It’s all common minerals. But the first three things I need are not ore, but smelted metal ingots. In addition, I need ten sets of crystal glassware. As for whether there is a carved, a kettle or a wine glass, it does not matter, but it must be the highest quality product produced by Wangdu Alchemy Workshop. If the price exceeds the difference, I can make up or deduct from the cost of the two steam engines in the next month. ”

"You are treating me as your exclusive dealer," Margaree chuckled. "I didn't manage the mine, but I knew a few other traders who specialize in the trade of ore. I just didn't expect it. The remote borderland can also harbor such a large business opportunity. There are not a few nobles living here, but they need to consume a lot of saltpeter; it is a small town built for the North Slope mine, but it has to buy minerals outside. In line with my business knowledge, Your Highness, your territory is incredible."

A major feature of industrial production is that a large amount of raw materials are swallowed and the finished product is exported. Roland spread his hand. "In the future, the town will have more, I think we can achieve long-term"

At this moment, Margaret suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Roland with a look of surprise. The latter snorted and turned his head. He saw the drenched lightning bolting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Living in the glass, her face was panicked, her face was pale, her hair was affixed to her forehead, and the drops of water dribbled down the hair, as if she had just fished out of the water.

Roland quickly got up and opened the window. After the lightning flew into the room, he flew into Roland's arms. The panicked look relaxed and his body softened.

"Night, call Nana Va," he said anxiously.

"Yes." A voice came from the empty side.

What is going on here, she should not encounter evil beasts or devils in the air, does the other party have the ability to fly? Roland roughly examined the body of the lightning and found that there was no obvious trauma, and he was relieved a little.

"His Royal Highness, she... is the lightning you said?" Margaret pouted, slowly approaching the prince, and carefully looked at the little girl in his arms.

Roland groaned, damn, how to forget her. He shouted out the door: "Shawn!"

The guards walked into the office.

"Sorry, Ms. Margaret, I can only ask you to stay here for a while," the prince stood up with lightning. "Take this king businessman to the room on the first floor, without me." Order, don't let her out."

"Follow!"

"What? No, Your Highness... please wait," she suddenly realized. "I am not malicious to the witch, let alone she is the daughter of Thunder, I will not go to the church."

"I am just in case," Roland interrupted. "I will come to you later to verify."

......

"His Royal Highness, she woke up," said the nightingale, opening the door.

Roland nodded and followed the nightingale into the bedroom. The bucket beside the big bed is still hot, and the drenched clothes hang freely on the side of the bucket. Around the bed surrounded by a group of witches, Wendy sat on the bed and gently combed the hair of the little girl who had not completely dried out. The lightning that had not seen the blood on her face was now a little rosy. She leaned against the two stacks of pillows, and the quilt was very high. She only showed half of her head and stared at Roland.

"What is the situation?"

"No injuries, the coma caused by the exhaustion of the magic," the nightingale replied. "Wenty helped her clean her body and woke up shortly after she got into the bed."

He went to the bed and smiled at the lightning. "What happened? Let you fly back in a panic and rain."

"I found the remains," she muttered. "But there are devils inside."

This sentence makes everyone's face change.

"Are you in?" asked the book.

"No," Lightning shook his head and told the story again. "The devil is at the door of the basement, and there are people crying for help. But I am so scared, just thinking about running away, not trying to save her." She put her head Shrinking into the quilt, "Is this not qualified to be an explorer?"

"No, you are doing very well," Roland said comfortably. "A good explorer knows how to judge the situation and will not deliberately commit a crime. You can't save her alone. Escape is the right choice."

“Is the witch in the stone tower?” Wendys said. “No one can reach the depths of the lost forest except the witch.”

"The witch will not go there," the scroll shook his head. "That was the relics of the four hundred and fifty years ago. If there is no map indicating the direction, it is difficult to find the location of the stone tower in the banyan sea. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Roland asked.

"Unless someone has been living there," the book said slowly.

"Do you mean that they are not starting from the kingdom, but from the four hundred and fifty years ago, they have been there to continue their descendants and live a life of isolation?" The prince rejected this speculation in his heart and lived in the virgin forest. What is this concept! Beasts of ghosts, all kinds of terrible insects and poisons, no stable source of food... Even if you are a grandfather, you can't live in the forest for a long time. What's more, there are still many months of snow in the world, and the evil spirits and the devils are rampant. Settling in the lost forest is a dead end. He looked at the lightning, "Is there a trace of smoke in the vicinity of the ruins?"

"No." The little girl shook her head.

"Maybe there is more than one map," said Soroya. "Maybe there are people like us who are also looking for the whereabouts of Takira."

"No matter what, we can't help them," the leaves sighed. "No one can go to the stone tower except lightning."

"The real situation is that we have to go to know," Roland touched his chin. "In short, it would be nice to come back safely. The course for this evening will stop for a day, everyone will take a rest. When the time comes, the puzzle will naturally solve." open."

Leaving the lightning-fast bedroom, he said to the nightingale, "Next, we still have a problem to solve."

"Just let her take the stone of God's punishment," she laughed. "Everything is given to me." (To be continued.)