Release that Witch

On the third day, Wangdu was outside the East Gate. ([

The nightingale was hidden in the fog, quietly watching the group of ragged refugees. Under the echo of the echo, they were summoned in waves, followed by Cavalier Brian slowly moving to the dock.

Now they don’t have to walk through the edge of the refugee camps as they did the previous two days, and they will take the crowd away. A large number of escaping people have let the rest of the people notice this. As long as a wave of people is pulled from the edge, there will be people coming over. The guards on the wall of the city noticed the things that happened at the foot of the wall, but for them, those who escaped the stinking smell quickly rushed out.

The whole plan is progressing very smoothly. There are few fugitives in Dongcheng District, and the people in the north gate are taking the initiative to move closer to this side. Before the sun sets, everyone can sail smoothly.

When everyone was busy, only she appeared to be more relaxed and echoed by the "mercenary" who was responsible for the enrollment. Lily made purified water under the protection of the first army. His own **** work seemed redundant.

She only needs to be vigilant when the “mercenary” spreads out to carry a seriously ill patient who cannot move. At this moment, the nightingale saw the echo looking up at the magnificent Dongcheng Gate and sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" She went up and asked.

"Nothing, I just have some emotions," the echoed expression looked a bit sad. "Before being sold to Wangdu, I suffered a lot of pain along the way. I thought the Grey Fortress was because of the identity of the alien sand people. Cold, now it seems that they are equally ruthless to their own people, and there is not much difference between those in Tiesha."

I thought that the echo was once bought and sold as a slave. I didn’t know how to comfort her at night. In the end, I had to pat her shoulder. "But not everyone is like this. There are many good-hearted people, such as sisters of the co-helpers, such as... Your Royal Highness."

"You said... can your Highness really stop the dispute?" echoed. "Either the Big Six Kingdom, the Sandman, the Fjord, or the ordinary people and the witches can live together freely and peacefully without having to each other. Fight?"

"If it is His Royal Highness, I think he can," the nightingale replied with a positive tone. "Not the strange machines and the amazingly powerful artillery gave me this feeling, but he himself... I always feel that His Royal Highness and us Not the same person."

"Of course he is not a class with us. He is the prince of the Grey Fort."

"No, it has nothing to do with identity," she shook her head. "I can't say where this difference comes from, it's just intuition. Maybe only someone like Your Highness can compose so many bizarre theories... Even the ability of the witch, he wants to study it over and over again, and it is different from others in terms of thinking. Anyway, no matter what amazing things he creates, I will not be surprised."

"You really have confidence in him," echoed and laughed. The sadness on his face suddenly faded. "I hope that when that day comes, I can return to the extreme south."

confidence? From some aspect, but from a certain aspect... she is completely uncertain. The nightingale couldn't help but look to the west. When he didn't know what he was doing, what was he doing? Is busy with those drawings and strange machinery, or with Anna... She swayed her head and spread the distractions.

Anyway, after the end of the day, I will be able to return to Bianbu Town. I will think about it at night, and I will ask him directly at any time. Anyway, he can't lie in front of him.

......

When I returned to the camp at noon, the lightning also slowly landed.

These days she patrolled the air with the big sun, which is really the hardest one in the team. In particular, in order to conceal the figure, the lightning had to put on a special "sky camouflage" jacket made by Soroya, and wrapped the body tightly and covered it. This piece of clothing, which was given a strange name by His Royal Highness Roland, is obviously not designed for aesthetics. It is painted with a pattern of light blue and gray and white. It is almost integrated with the background when flying in the air. It is difficult to look at it without looking at it. Now she exists.

The first thing the little girl did after landing was to take off her coat and grab the water bag to fill the stomach. The nightingale saw that the clothes inside her were sweaty, and the forehead and nose were covered with sweat, and there was a circle of wind-proof glasses on the white cheeks.

"Working hard," the night fell, helping her wipe the sweat.

"Fortunately, these people are not coming from the east endlessly," Lightning spit out his tongue. "Otherwise, I really have to be sunburned."

"Can you go home tomorrow?" Lily went to the lightning with a listlessness. "I haven't showered for a few days, and I feel uncomfortable."

The nightingale couldn't help but laugh out loud. It was clear that during the time of the support, everyone had no time to take a bath for half a month, and no one had complained about it. It is only a week now. She suddenly thought that the bathroom and the soap might all be the "conspiracy" of Roland's Highness. After he knew the strange and useful things, the witches would have difficulty making up their minds to leave the town.

However, the calm did not last until the end of the delivery. After lunch, Tassa, who went to Wang to inquire about the intelligence, brought bad news.

"What do you mean... Dream Water is calling people and planning to surround the pier?" Iron Axe frowned.

"It is possible to surround the dock." Tassa corrected. "The former part is a certain fact, and the latter part is too bizarre, so my informant is not sure. Now the other black street organizations in Wangdu have acted. In order to prevent the dream water from suddenly attacking its own territory. However, compared with the idea that the surrounding pier is the smoke that the other party deliberately released, I believe that it is very common for them to leak the news. This is the black street. Most of the members of the organization are mixed or scum, which is not a strict organization. If the information is correct, then the dream water must be instructed by a certain force, otherwise it is very difficult to want them to leave their own territory. Things."

"A group of rats are gone," the iron axe didn't care. "Is it because these people will affect your drug sales plan?"

"It shouldn't," Tassa said. "They can't insert their hands into the patrol, and it's unlikely to prevent me from entering and leaving the side door. As soon as I enter the city, my fingers will protect the team that delivers the potion. I'm just worried about you, Because I have to stay in the city tonight to supervise the sale of purified water, I am afraid I will not be able to see you off tomorrow morning."

"No problem," the iron axe patted his arm. "When the Highness will come to the king, we will see you again."

As the nightingale expected, at the end of the twilight, the last group of sailboats carrying refugees slowly left the dock and headed for Silver City. The remaining three hundred people who did not want to leave the kingdom were ordered to dismiss.

Then everyone evacuated to the other side of the canal, waiting for the night to come. (To be continued.) 8