Release that Witch

When the last statistic was handed over to Barov, the head of the general manager gave a sigh of relief and waved his hand to the subordinate. "Go on."

"Yes."

The latter bowed his head with respect and respect, and when he left, he closed the door of the office.

There is only one man in the room.

He opened the drawer, took out more than ten forms from it, spread it on the table, and then stacked the latest one, and it was neatly flat.

As a result, all the materials needed for the battle to be launched are all available.

Barov gently rubbed the paper like a child's tender and smooth skin. The rows of numbers on the top of the line looked like ordinary people's passwords, but in his eyes, it was a wonderful movement.

In just one and a half weeks, no winter city completed a large-scale logistics move, no matter whether it was food or Jinlong, it exceeded any previous one. Through the plan and the statistics, he can see a boat and wheat heading northward along the river, and can hear the pleasant sound of the colliding Jinlong colliding with each other.

This feeling made him intoxicated and difficult to extricate himself.

If you want to give a name to the movement, there is no doubt that only "power" is the most appropriate.

Now, this power lies in his hands, let him play.

After three years of accumulation, the strength of no winter city has reached an incredible level, not just the military, but all aspects. When he was the assistant to the finance minister of the old king, he had a certain understanding of the financial situation of the gray towns. It was because of this that he understood how amazing the achievements of Roland Wimbledon were.

Nowadays, the resources flowing into the city without winter are probably equal to the other cities in the gray fort.

Unfortunately, no one can share this joy with him.

Barov took the single-sided glasses and glanced at the empty table opposite.

Those who can understand these numbers and experience the comforts from them, it is estimated that only one of the North Pearls is in the entire city hall. Sometimes he can often feel that the other person is the same person as him.

However, this regret disappears in a blink of an eye. Nothing can't be left behind in terms of exclusive power.

He stood up and walked over to the window, picking a strange coin from his arms and spreading it across the palm of his hand. In the late spring sun, the "mountain" pattern engraved on the surface of the coin sparkles.

This is the emblem of the Communist Youth League found in the forests of the West in the past three years.

He secretly kept it, originally thinking that when the church entered the Western world, as the lord colluded with evidence of the witch in exchange for their own security. But now, this emblem has become his lucky charm.

Is the sorrow of the witches evil? Of course not, the evil is that the guys who are knocked down by the squatting have no power, but they hold the high position. This is the biggest crime. Even the devils in the wilderness are not as awkward as they are.

Fortunately, this situation will not last long.

Although His Majesty’s plan to finally decide on the advanced attack will make him look forward to the late arrival, he has waited for more than 20 years. What if he waits for another year?

The gray fort should be handed over to more capable people to manage.

On the day when the kingdom is crowned, the king will climb to the top of power.

Barov felt his beard and couldn't help but laugh.

"Today's test is here first, are you packing your bags?" Ai Gesha asked while sorting out the experimental materials. "Tomorrow is the day of departure, don't drop things."

"I don't have extra clothes and no items to carry." Isabella shook her head and replied calmly. The life without winter city is simpler than she imagined. Except for repeatedly performing the ability to make the ice witch observe the record, the rest of the time can be controlled by her, as long as she does not leave the diplomatic building. There is no harassment or humiliation. The relationship between the witches is very different from that of the pure ones. Sometimes she even thinks that Ai Gesha’s attitude towards her is almost the same as that of other witches.

"Right," she added after she said, "The last thing... thank you for telling me."

"Do you mean the news of the church?" Aegusa shrugged. "If it is me, I will think about going back and seeing it, whether it is a farewell or a break. But don't talk about it now, you can go on the road like this. No... It’s my negligence, I haven’t found it, you’ve been wearing the same suit.” She put down the notebook, frowned and went to Isabella’s side, grabbed her sleeve and touched it. “It’s all white, and Still winter, wait until the weather turns hot, are you going to suffocate inside?"

"That's nothing." Isabella wanted to say that she had undergone more severe training, but after thinking about it, she swallowed the second half of her sentence.

"This is not a matter of one or two months. I don’t want to say that there is a condition for you to clean your clothes every day. It’s just that your companions can’t stand it." Ai Gesha decided without a word, "I still have time, I will take you to the convenience market and pick a few pieces of fitted clothes."

The companion in the other party gave her a slight glimpse and said that she was silent for a moment. "But... I don't have money."

She is a man of sin, and naturally she will not receive a monthly salary like a member of the Witch Alliance.

"I have it," Ai Gesha is not concerned. "When I borrow you, I am good."

"But I have to be five years later..."

"It’s a very short time compared to Takira’s hundreds of years of waiting, isn’t it?” The ice witch interrupted. “The battle of the future will not be so easy. You will never be like this. Unless you want it yourself." She said her hand, "So what are you hesitating?"

Isabella did not answer, she suddenly felt that the sunset coming in from the window was a bit dazzling.

In the golden afterglow, Aegusa's figure gradually disappeared, leaving only the hand that was handed over.

She lowered her head and held the other's palm.

At that moment, the sun seemed to be with her.

"I am following you, really don't matter?" Anna lie in Roland's arms and asked with the blue eyes of the lake.

A while ago, he was busy setting up the punishment of witches. The world of two people like this has not been enjoyed for a long time. Because of this, after a long night, the two still whispered, and seemed to want to make up for what they had owed before.

"It has been prepared for so long, it doesn't matter if you take a break," Roland stroked her smooth back. "Moreover, this trip is not all about fighting. Propaganda is also very important, such as mixing in front of everyone." When attending a banquet, it is not easy to be accompanied by a good woman."

After Anna sighed softly, she was embarrassed to bury her head. Through the bright moonlight, Roland saw a touch of red on her cheek.

With her intelligence, I can clearly understand the meaning of these words.

The appearance of a female companion as a king on a formal occasion is a statement in itself.

"I have said that one day, all the subjects of the Grey Castle will know your name, even if you are a witch," he said earnestly.

Anna did not ask "what would it be?" or "if everyone opposed it," but after a while, he replied in the same serious tone. "Even if I am a witch, I want to You are together, no matter what happens in the future."

Roland raised her mouth, and this answer really was her usual style.

"Well, then say it."

......

The next day, there was no crowd at the dock of the Winter City. The cement ships carrying the First Army and the war preparations were arranged in a column and slowly left the Chishui River.

At the forefront of the fleet is the Roland. At the top of the flagship, the tower symbol of the gray castle royal family flutters in the wind, attracting everyone's attention. Everyone who has no winter city knows that when their lords return, they will become the only king of this land.

I don't know who first shouted the first long live, then the entire dock rang the same voice.

Like the thunder of the sky, it’s like the horn of the departure.

In the long lived voice of the crowd, the war began.