Release that Witch

Roland swallowed the last fried egg and wiped it with a napkin. "That is so much. You are worried that the witch will help me hear that she is not dead. Will she come over and save her?"

"It’s the same as His Royal Highness," Barovton said. "They are in a hurry. They should be on the road. If the witch is dead, but she is still alive! The madman is stealing even the baby. I am afraid not. Will let go of a fallen partner."

Roland was a little confused, and he always felt that something was wrong. Why do the assistants of the minister and the chief knight think that the witch will be the enemy?

The woman who is going to be hanged is a witch? It seems that the weight will fall when the wind is blown. If she has terrible power, why should she stand there and let him kill? No, she will not be caught at all. According to the church, she is the embodiment of the devil. In addition to the trial army, the mortal army will pay a heavy price in front of the witch. However, this devil was caught by the residents of Bianbu Town, and was tortured until it was sent to the gallows. The terrible power was not seen.

"How was she caught?"

“I heard that when she was in the collapse of the Beipo mining area, she exposed her identity in order to escape and was caught by the angry villagers.”

Roland thought about it, um, this thing has an impression, it is exactly what happened the day before.

"How to expose?"

"This... I don't know too much," the assistant of the minister shook his head. "The situation was very confusing. It should have been seen that she used witchcraft."

Roland frowned. "You don't investigate this kind of thing?"

"His Highness, regaining production in the mining area is a priority," the assistant minister protested. "Half of Bentham’s fiscal revenue is based on this iron ore, and the prosecutor has confirmed that someone died at the scene."

"What kind of witchcraft?" Roland came to interest.

"Like being melted, the head and the majority of the body are flat on the ground, reminiscent of the burning black candle," the other side looked disgusted. "You don't want to see such a scene."

Roland puts on the silver fork in his hand, thoughtfully. Historically, most of the victims of witch hunting were innocents. They were used as venting tools by churches and ignorant people, while a small part of them belonged to themselves. These people dressed themselves in a strange way, throwing a variety of strange materials into the pot all day, claiming that they can predict the future and decide on life and death.

And they did figure out some doorways, such as using the flame reaction to claim that they have gained the power of the gods.

In the eyes of modern people, these are all chemical tricks, but at the time, it was easy to be misrepresented as an incredible phenomenon.

As for melting people, Roland thought of the chromic acid lotion for the first time, but this stuff was troublesome to prepare. It needed to completely soak the body, and the corpse effect was far from the candle. As for other strong acids, it would be even worse.

So how does the witch do this?

If she relies on alchemy, then it is a rare chemist in the territory, if not...

Roland thought of this and made up his mind.

"Take me to see her."

"Wait... wait, Your Highness, are you going to meet a witch?" Barov stood up in a panic and overturned the cup of unsalted milk.

"Yes, this is the order." Roland turned back and smiled at the assistant to the minister. He really thanked the four princes for their unreasonable style.

When he reached the door, he suddenly paused. "Yes, I always wanted to ask, why is it hanging?"

"what?"

"Why is it hanged? Shouldn't the witch be tied to the stake and burned?"

Barov’s face was inexplicable. “Is it? But she is not afraid of the flames.”

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There is only one dungeon in Bianque Town. The poor land can't afford too many prisoners. Most criminals will face trials in a few days when they come in—or release, or kill.

In addition to Barov, who followed the prince into the dungeon, there were the chief knight, the warden, the prisoner and two guards.

The dungeon has four floors and the walls are made of hard granite. Roland returned to this place for the first time. He noticed that the narrower the passage, the smaller the number of cells. Probably after digging a large pit of inverted cones, he used a layer of stone to climb up, he thought.

Naturally, such rough works will not have good drainage measures. The ground is damp and the turbid sewage will flow like this, and it will ooze down along the stairs.

The witch is locked at the bottom of the dungeon. Every time I go down, the smell of the air is even stronger.

"His Highness, you are too dangerous to do so, even if she is trapped by the lock of God, it cannot be guaranteed to be safe."

The person who spoke was Carter Lannis. The chief knight knew that the prince had come to visit the witch and came over the first time to discourage him from stopping. Moreover, Wang’s order was ineffective for him—he refused to accept any instructions that ignored the prince’s life and wanted him to leave.

Obviously, there is a handsome and handsome male face, but what is it? Roland really wanted to sew his mouth. "Don't dare face the evil, how can there be courage to overcome evil? I thought you understood this."

"To fight evil, you have to do what you can, and recklessness is not equal to courage."

"That is to say, if you encounter an enemy that is weaker than yourself, you can achieve justice. If you are stronger than yourself, you should turn a blind eye?"

"No, Your Highness, I mean..."

"Before I was afraid of the witches being jailed, now I am afraid to see a little girl. My chief knight is really unique."

Although the Cavaliers have many words, they are not good at defending themselves. In the face of the powerful gunner, Roland naturally has no power to fight. Taking advantage of this effort, the group has arrived at the bottom of the dungeon.

It is much smaller than the above several floors, and there are only two cells in total.

The head ignited the torch on the wall, the darkness faded, and Roland saw the witch who was curled up in the corner.

It is now late autumn, the temperature in the dungeon is so low that people can see the white air that they exhale. He wears a fluffy coat with a silk lining inside, which naturally does not feel cold. But the other party has only one single coat, and it can't completely wrap the body. The arms and soles that are exposed outside are frozen and bloody.

The sudden light of the fire made her turn her head and her eyes closed slightly. But soon, she opened her eyes and looked straight.

It was a pair of pale blue eyes, calming like a lake before the rainstorm. She can't see fear on her face, nor can she see anger and hate.

Roland had the illusion that he saw not a weak girl, but the shadow of the flame. For a moment, he felt that the light on the wall was faint.

She tried to stand up against the wall and acted as slowly as she fell at any time. But in the end she stood up completely and walked from the corner to the place where the light could be.

Just such a simple action, but let a group of people wait for the mouth to cool down, have to step back two steps, only the Cavaliers flashed in front of themselves.

"What is your name?" Roland patted the knight's shoulder and motioned that he didn't have to be so nervous.

"Anna," she replied.