Release that Witch

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Back in the room, Effie quietly listened to Tilly's beginning and end of the establishment of the blood teeth, and the real purpose of Herti Morgan. When she heard that Anne was handed over to the nobility by Tian Yan, she felt something in her heart was pinched.

"Hetty... what about her?"

"I have been punished as it should," the ashes standing behind Tilly replied. "In addition, during the arrest process, Tianyan tried to resist and also walked the same path with Herti."

"Yes... thank you." Effie whispered.

The fist she had just clenched could not help but loose, and suddenly felt a little lost.

Although the culprit causing all of this has paid the price, she did not feel much relaxed, but instead gave birth to a sigh of relief because she lost her goal of hating. And as the only person who has not been punished, her sin is even deeper.

"I hope that you can help the sleeping island get back on track," Tilly paused for a moment and then said, "The rest of the **** members will be the same as you, who are deceived and framed by Herti. They should not be implicated. Or discrimination. The witches of the witches are a mistake in assisting the witches, but the reverse is not going to be good."

Without much hesitation, Effie nodded. "I am willing to help you."

I probably didn't think she would agree so quickly. Tilly looked a little surprised. "You can promise that would be great."

"what should I do?"

"Talk to other members of the **** meeting about the story of you and Anne. Heti's crimes will be made public to everyone." Tilly said, "When the church is completely eradicated, I will send people to the wolf to search for these." The witches who are imprisoned by the nobility, if they are still alive, will be rescued by Roland."

"I understand."

If there is any way to alleviate this sin, she will try her best.

"You... are you okay?" Tilly suddenly bent down and rubbed her hand to wipe Effie's cheek. The latter suddenly felt a warmth on her face.

"It doesn't matter," she blinked. "I'm just a little... sleepy."

The five kings looked at her silently for a long time. "Don't be too sad, take a rest."

Until the footsteps of the two went away, Effie was unable to lean on the bed.

She did not cry.

This is just the natural reaction of the body, she told herself.

No sadness, no weakness.

It is her proof of missing Annie.

Tears flow faster.

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Roland sat at the desk and flipped through the evacuation statistics report of the staff. The candlelight swaying at the table made him dizzy for a long time without trying to read the lights and read it at night. Now it is not suitable for use. I thought that I had already brought civilization into modern times in advance, but when I arrived in Glentown, everything was returned to the prototype.

No shower, no soap, no lights... There is nothing better than when you first arrived in the town. The beginning of industrialization is only a sharp tip in the west, and there are still many jobs to be done to make chimneys and boilers all over the country.

Roland put down the report, just want to blink his eyes, a pair of soft invisible hands have reached his forehead, gently press and pinch.

"Thank you," he made a slogan and continued to look at the report.

On the day when Barov was absent, Sir Sirte worked very well as an office assistant. At least in the statistics and the preparation of the report, he did a very good job, no more than the specially trained young men in the town hall. How much is worse.

“How many people are willing to travel to the West?”

"At least 70%, Your Majesty," replied the jazz. "The Windwind Ridge is not a place to live. I asked the Duke, if not for the purpose of monitoring the church, there would be no town at all. The remaining 30% Most of them have their own fields or industries in the north."

"Very well, you can make plans now. Try not to let the ships go back empty. Every time you pick up a group of people and bring them back to the West."

"But, the Duke of Calvin..."

"I will explain to him," Roland drank a cup of tea. "After the end of the war, no matter whether you win or lose, you don't need to send someone to stay on the cold wind ridge."

"What's wrong, sire?" Sylt wondered.

"No...nothing," just as he had just said that no matter what he wins or loses, the nightingale suddenly grabbed his mouth and let him turn his words back. "In short, just do what I said."

"Follow, sire."

Just as the old jazz was ready to leave, the guardian Sean pushed the door and walked in.

"Roland, there is a woman outside the castle who wants to see you, and is stopped by the guard. But she is kneeling on the ground and says that she will never leave without seeing you."

“Now?” He subconsciously looked out the window, and the whole town had fallen into a quiet night.

"Yes, she seems to have deliberately waited until this time. I saw her twice in the castle area during the day, and..." Sean hesitated. "She called herself Mrs. Wimbledon."

Upon hearing this answer, Roland almost didn't get caught in the saliva. This is impossible! As far as he knows, the four princes have never been to the North, and how can they come out of a lover! However, after thinking about it for a while, he decided to call her in and ask. First, he could dispel the doubts of the nightingale. Second, he was really curious. If the other party is a nobleman, it can be said that it is to pursue the romance of the wind and snow, but She is just a civilian, this lie is a full felony.

When the woman walked into the study, Roland suddenly felt bright.

Her appearance is not particularly outstanding, but the five senses have a unique charm. The short and thin body has an inexplicable sense of stability and softness. In plain language, it is obviously not big, but it is like a wife who has full skills. The dirty mud on the long skirt is the perfect reflection of this weakness and strength.

"Respected Majesty," the woman bowed her knees and said, "Lviva of the Windy Ridge is like you."

"I want to know, what is your so-called Mrs. Wimbledon?" Roland went straight to the theme. "Listen to the guard and say, did you deliberately wait until late at night to come to the castle? If you want to lie in this name Do you know the consequences?"

"Please forgive me, kneel down, if you don't say this, you won't see me at all," she bit her teeth. "I can't be your brother's real wife, but we really loved it."

Sure enough, just a liar, wait... Roland slammed, what did she say? My brother?

"Tefico?"

She shook her head.

"Gronon?"

Livya blushes and falls down on the ground. "I know that Goron had an attempt to the throne before, but he is now dead... Your Majesty, can you help me with his help? You are!" Mobile users please browse m to read, a better reading experience.