The Release That Witch
Chapters 107's

After dinner Roland returned to his office to continue copying all the major mathematical knowledge from his mind onto the paper.

He was not endowed with extremely powerful memories, nor did he forget that his memories would decline over time. Because of his previous work, he often used mathematical and physical knowledge to complete his work. But his knowledge of other subjects such as History, Geography, Biology, Chemistry and other classes, over the years declined back to the initial level. Therefore, even though it was too early, he still wanted to write down all his knowledge, so that others could at least learn from him.

Each time when he filled out a piece of paper, he gave a letter to Scroll, letting her read it. As long as he looked at the contents, it was equivalent to preserving his work permanently. Unfortunately, the ability of Scroll is only able to remember everything, even with all the content does not mean he can learn the science of mathematics at High School. So whenever Roland had time, he would explain to him the knowledge he had previously read.

Of course, with regards to lecturing others, Roland liked it a lot and considered it an interesting job. Especially when he first saw the puzzled look on Scroll's face, then when his expression turned into one of concentration only to suddenly turn into an expression filled with consciousness. Every time he saw this look, he would feel a sense of accomplishment. However, Roland clearly knew that it also had something to do with his lesson target.

Although Scroll was already nearing the age of forty, but the aging of her face had been greatly slowed down by her magic. The skin on her cheeks was still tight and had a healthy red touch, her hair was tied behind her head, making her look mature and capable. The small crow's foot in the corner of his eyes did not damage his overall aesthetic appearance, instead giving off the impression of someone with a stable temperament. If he were placed in a movie, he would definitely give the impression of being an elegant and versatile teacher. Now, when he was able to shock this "teacher" with his knowledge, his sense of contrast felt quite good.

Roland quietly asked himself, in the end, what is the magic in this world?

Magic was everywhere, whether one was in the depths of the Northern Slope Mine or in the Unpassable Mountains. In the barbarian desert in our west or in the east within the Sea Wind Region. A magician will always be able to cast his extraordinary magic. If I see magic as equal to energy, then the magician is the same as an electrical appliance. But magic power obviously has more possibilities to offer than electricity, it's more like the "origin" of all energy.

For example, Wendy once said that Cara was able to summon four types of magic snakes, namely: death, pain, petrification, and nothingness. Each has a different type of poison. Another example is Nightingale, her ability to get into the fog almost damaging space.

The magic abilities of the witches varied greatly, besides being related to the origin of the world, Roland could not think of a more precise description.

To give a definition of origin, one must look at the universe and its rules. In my previous world, Einstein determined the four fundamental forces of the universe and put them into a theoretical framework, called the theory of great unity. In other words, all he did was discover the origin of the universe. If one were to discover the rules of the universe, could these rules then be applied in every universe?

Up to this point, Roland could not help but ask, if he were to return to his former world, would there also be the same power, however, since they did not have a magician who could access this power, that power was simply ignored by the people?

No matter what, right now Roland could only think about it. After all, with the current level of technology, he could not analyze these forces any closer.

So promoting the industrial revolution and promoting the standards of civilization, is the most important work for him.

Perhaps one day, that power could not only be used by magicians with their direct access to its origin - turning it into a kind of energy, which could be used for different types of effects at the same time, he said, just thinking about it. He felt very happy.

"Your Majesty? When Scroll saw the dreamy Prince with a drunken expression on his face, she could not help but speak.

"Alright," Roland said, slowly returning from his mind, after coughing twice shamefully, he looked at the lit candle and said to her, "That's enough for today, that's enough, back tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Scroll bowed once, but when she was already on her way out of the room, she subconsciously slowed down her steps.

When Roland even after half a minute did not hear the sound of the door closing, he raised his head in confusion. Seeing the other one still standing in the doorway, he asked. "Is there anything else?"

"Ask freely." Roland nodded and put down the quill pen and instead raised his cup and drank some tea. There was no problem with the witches, that is, if one were to look for them, one could show that they were not confident enough. They were just like rabbits, slowly sticking their heads out of their holes, always ready to run back into them even though the grass was only moved by the wind. It would be better if they were no longer so afraid and would act more freely.

Roland's estimation was that the question, as always, would be, why would you be willing to host us? Are you not afraid of the threat of the church and the like? Nightingale and Wendy had asked this kind of question many times, so she could not count it any longer. But since Scroll was in an earnest mood, she naturally had to give him a serious answer. So that they could experience such honest honest peer-like treatment, giving them the feeling of being surrounded by the warm spring breeze.

"Is .... maybe you'll marry a witch?"

"Pfft," Roland almost sprayed the tea from his mouth. "Uh, why are you asking that?"

"I ..." Scroll opened her mouth, but in the end, she still could not answer him.

Married to a witch? At the thought of this question, the first person that came to his mind was Anna. Ever since he had met her in the cage, and he had seen a pair of lakes like blue eyes, he had left a deep impression on his heart. Before their awakening, witches were just ordinary human women, but after that, their abilities made them superior. And the same could be said about the appearance of their bodies, both of them were superior to ordinary women. If he were to place them in modern society, they would definitely be the focus of everyone's attention. Is there a reason why I should doubt? That's not the problem -

He looked at Scroll and replied with a smile: "Why don't I?"

*

On the way back to her room, Wendy rubbed her aching shoulder.

My chest is too big, causing nothing but trouble. Especially when I have to live on the roof of my little bedsheet in the Little City. I had to raise my hand when calling the wind, but when I did, I also had to bend backwards, otherwise I would lose my balance.

Compared to the first trial, the Small Town had gained a number of improvements. For example, he gets a simple hut at his workplace, both to block wind and rain, but also to avoid sun exposure. Another improvement is that the bark of the tree is now tied around the hull, used to reduce the impact force that enters when landing at the port. In addition, both sides of the ship are now equipped with two cement beams, to facilitate the fastening of the ship with hemp rope.

And after almost a month of training, his ability to control the wind became much better. Now, regardless of whether his ship was stable or not, he could always control the degree of wind, letting it blow sooner or later. He also learned to use the existing wind to regulate his own magic consumption, so that in the end he could summon his wind for a longer time.

Nightingale who came home before Wendy finished her bath and now sits in her pajamas by the bedside waiting for Wendy's return.

But the moment Wendy saw him, it seemed like something was strange, Nightingale had an irresistible smile on her face

"Good thing what happened to you?" Ask Wendy. But then shook his head without saying anything, with only his smile growing deeper and deeper.

Wendy pursed her lips, after their conversation a few nights ago, Nightingale's mood wasn't very good, but after the creation of the new card game it somewhat improved again. But today, how could he be full of smiles? Where did the expressionless Shadow Killer from Silver City go?

Without getting an answer, Wendy took off her clothes and stepped into a bucket of hot water. Most probably, he had won a good card today.