Release that Witch

The fire rose from her feet and quickly faded away.

This is the twenty-third practice.

It has failed again.

Anna had already sweated on her forehead, and she rubbed it with her back, and the heat rushed up and screamed.

She did not stop at all, and then began the next exercise. The witch's uniform was folded neatly and set aside. If it wasn't for her insistence on doing this at first, I am afraid that the clothes have been turned into ashes in the flames.

Fortunately, Roland is a four prince. It is not difficult to get a few spares. He asked Tyre to send a whole bucket of robes - all collected temporarily from the maids.

The twenty-fourth practice finally came to fruition. The flame no longer rises from the foot, but appears in her palm from the air. She carefully lifted her arm and tried to move it to her fingertips, but the flame swayed twice, suddenly slamming her arm, igniting her sleeves, and swallowing her robes along her sleeves.

Anna took the flames and pulled off the black robes with a blank expression, turning her head and looking for new ones in the bucket.

At this time, Roland would look away from his eyes and let his eyes stare at other places - even though the other party did not care about this.

In fact, if it is not Roland's strong request, she will probably take off the light to practice. But then Roland couldn't watch it well. He couldn't calmly face a naked girl—especially when the little girl turned into a flame.

Roland shook his head and threw the distracting thoughts behind his head. For the time being, it is not easy to master this power. The stage goal he set for Anna was to let the flames escape from the palms or fingers, not to lick the clothes on the body, and to maintain a high enough temperature to melt the pig iron in the pool.

When the 30th practice failed, Roland stopped her.

"A rest will be."

Anna stared at him, no response.

Roland had to go over and pull up the girl's hand and take it to the chair, forcing her to sit down.

"You are tired, you should rest when you are tired, don't be too reluctant, we have a long time," he helped her wipe her sweaty forehead. "First eat an afternoon tea."

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Roland knows that the nobles of the Grey Fort Kingdom did not enjoy the habit of afternoon tea. The productivity of the world is so poor that it is difficult for people to have a leisure time to taste the fine foods - three meals are not popular, let alone four meals. As for the dumb children who are doing nothing, this time they usually gather in bars or casinos.

If you don't have this habit, you can create a good one. The snacks are ready-made. The tea can't be replaced with ale. After knowing that you are going to a remote border town, the four princes brought their maids, servants and chefs.

So in the simple wooden shed in the back garden of the castle, the first afternoon tea party was held.

Anna looked at the beautiful snack on the dish and couldn't believe her eyes. Why can you eat something so good?

Although she can't name the specific name of the pastry, the combination of pure white appearance and bright red fruit itself makes people feel appetite, especially the pastry is dotted with a few delicate patterns, which makes her world view once again carved. Heavy strokes.

Roland looked at Anna's overwhelmed expression, not the strawberry cream cake, to scare your soil buns. And the strawberry is still marinated in sugar and the taste is not fresh.

More interesting than eating, is to appreciate the expression of the witch. Roland watched the other side carefully put the cake into his mouth, the blue eyes were almost shining, the hair dangling, and suddenly there was a illusion of watching the food animation.

——The dishes that don’t shine are not good dishes!

Well, the feeling of this kind of role is also very good.

So watching Anna practice, accompanying her to enjoy afternoon tea became the daily life of Roland, and even if he did not ask the government affairs, Barov would help him manage well.

Three days later, Barov sent the information of the Bianbu Town to the Roland office. This was an incredible event before, and the four princes had the patience to see such a large pile of cumbersome reports.

In fact, he doesn't have it now. Roland only looked dizzy when he saw only two lines. He said directly to Barov, "Let me read it."

After spending an hour listening to the report of the assistant minister, he found something wrong. "Why is the tax and trade in the winter in Bianbu Town zero?"

The winter temperatures are low, and the decline in harvests is understandable, but what does it mean to return to zero directly, does the local people have a habit of hibernation?

Barov coughed twice. "His Royal Highness, you forgot? Winter is the month of the demon. Bianbu Town has no guarding ability. All residents have to move to the Long Song Fortress. But please rest assured that His Highness is definitely in the first place." ”

"The Demon Moon"? Roland recalled, it seems that there is such a noun - before that, he did not put the ghost legend, the evil witch in mind, thinking that it is just a nonsense of the uncivilized world. But now it seems that evil is not evil. Besides, witches do exist. So... other ghost legends that are widely spread?

At the time of the court, the historical instructor gave a detailed account of the demon moon. After the first snow falls every winter, the sun is dull, and the gates of **** in the Longji Mountains will open at this moment.

The evil atmosphere from **** erodes souls and turns them into slaves to the devil. Some animals will mutate into powerful beasts and attack humans. Most of the witches were born this season, and their strength is far better than usual.

"Have you seen it? The door to hell," Roland asked.

"His Highness, how can ordinary people see it!" Barov swayed his head again and again. "Don't say that the Longji Mountains can't be overtaken. Even the mountains are affected by the evil atmosphere. The lighter headaches are unbearable, and the heavy ones lose their minds. unless……"

"Unless what?"

"Unless the man is a witch. Only witches can see the gates of hell, because they have fallen into the devil's minions, naturally unaffected by evil spirits." Speaking of this, Barov also turned his head and looked at the back garden. .

"That evil beast, have you seen the evil beast?" Roland knocked on the table unpleasantly.

"Oh, I haven't seen it. Like my Highness, I came to the Bianque Land for the first time. In the Grey Fort in the center of the kingdom, very few people can meet the real evil."

Once a year, how does this place develop? Originally, he thought that Bianbu Town was only poor in land, but there is still potential for development. Now it seems to be a big pit.

"The long song fortress can resist the evil beasts, indicating that they can also be killed, not invincible! Then why can't we defeat them in the town?"

“The long song fortress has a huge wall and is also stationed in the elite army of the Duke of Ryan, not a small place like Bentham Town,” Barov explained. “From the very beginning, the purpose of establishing Bianbu Town was to give a fortress. Provide early warning, so it will be established between Beipo Ridge and Chishui River."

Like the cannon fodder, the road to the enemy's must, Roland sneered.