The Release That Witch
Chapters 31

Roland was sitting at his desk in a daze. He actually did not expect that there was someone trying to commit murder in his palace. She was afraid that if Nightingale did not find them soon, they would kill her in cold blood.

Who ordered this assassination attempt? Was it her third sister, or one of her other siblings? Why are they doing this? It was a five-year usurpation for the throne, but in the past few months they had already tried to kill him twice. Roland, in annoyance, slammed his desk. This is really outrageous! Can't they let him face the Moon Demon?

Footsteps were heard from outside the door. It was Carter, his main knight. After he opened the door he said, "Your Majesty, the identity of the deceased has been identified. Of the eight bodies, seven were the original members of the patrol, but the latter is still unidentified. In addition, there are two who are still alive and under the tutelage of witches .. otherwise ... After being looked after by Miss Pyne, they had not woken up. Also the road to the gutter is heavily guarded now. "

They're from the city patrol? He knows that the team brought up by the former Master is unreliable. Roland gritted his teeth, actually eight out of ten people were unfaithful, so not letting them join the militia was the right choice.

"That's great, and also make sure they are always well taken care of, lest they kill themselves like last time!"

"As ... Last time?"

"Oh, nothing." Roland shook his head. Apparently due to Nightingale's morning wake-up call, her head was still confused. "I want to know everything about them. Who is their leader? Who is connecting them? Who are their investors? You should investigate all this and more…"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Carter had gotten his orders, but he did not leave immediately, instead he knelt down and said, "That assassins can sneak into the castle is my negligence on duty. I hope Your Majesty will punish me."

"Enough is enough. At that time, you weren't even in the castle yet, so this has nothing to do with you."

"Yes ......" Carter hesitated, "Can you tell me who ultimately prevented this assassination attempt? I could see from the scene, that they were ..." The knight had to swallow, "all of them seemed to have been killed by the same person and were completely helpless. "

"Can you tell?" Roland's curious.

"If they were matched evenly, the scene wouldn't be so clean and the wounds would be widespread all over the body" Carter whispered, "Everyone was killed in a small warehouse, other than blood and corpses. there was nothing else on the ground. There was almost no damage to the items that were put down there. The large boxes that store pork don't even cut the sword. It showed that the man did not need to use any cover, it seemed like he was walking around in a small field. With all due respect, Your Highness, this is too extraordinary. "

"So that's the reason," Roland nodded his head, he understood Carter's explanation intent. Once a theoretically strong person is surrounded, he or she will fall into a very disadvantageous situation - real fights usually do not end as shown in the movies, where the surrounded people sent enemies one after another to the ground. An attack from the blind spot would be deadly. So to fight a lot of people, the right approach is to rely on the terrain and the environment so that they can always face opposition.

But Nightingale was not one of those ordinary people.

"No matter what you do, you have to complete the mission I gave you, first. This person can't be revealed yet, but when the time comes, I'll tell you."

Although he knows that the chief knight is one of his loyal and reliable subordinates and that he also knows that Nana and Anna are witches, and that he is a, however Roland still chose to hide Nightingale's presence from her, because the difference between her and the other two witches. was that she did not belong to their side. He only lived in Border Town because of Anna. He was included in the Cooperation of the Witch Association, and would sooner or later leave this city.

Carter saluted and retired.

Roland could understand his thoughts. As a person well versed with swords, Carter constantly practiced training programs resulting from summarizing and collecting fighting techniques for hundreds of years, and in fact they were proud of their heritage. But when he saw the scene in the warehouse, he could not believe it and began to hesitate - if swordplay could be refined to such a state, which legacy would they usually be proud of?

"I thought you'd tell me to get out," Nightingale revealed herself. He was still sitting in the corner of his desk, with his legs crossed.

To his surprise, Nightingale did not directly reject him. He just smiled and didn't say yes or no, „I can't leave my friends, no matter what."

"That will happen now, but when winter ends, Border Town will start reconstruction time. And at that moment, how many people still cared about it. And then ... The witches no longer have to suffer discrimination while walking the streets. No one will see you as the spokesperson of the devil. "

"And next ... You always talk about it," Nightingale said indifferently.

It's time to stop. It is always better to see than to hear. This kind of thing can only be changed slowly. Roland changed the subject, "Nana has been sent back safely, right?"

"Ah yes, but she's scared."

Roland sighed, how else, it was already midnight when he was awakened by Nightingale. When he was taken to the scene and saw the scene of the battle, he almost vomited. Nightingale gave him a brief explanation of the things that happened, and then he told her to pick up Nana. Usually Nana has to just heal the chicken. But now, when the little girl saw the person covered in blood, she instantly fainted. After a while, he woke up and started healing people from the city patrol with a face full of tears.

To keep Nana's family in the dark, Nightingale was also responsible for taking it back.

When everything was in order, it was almost dawn.

"How's investigation? Can you find out which of my good brothers or sisters sent them?"

Nightingale shook her head, "They are all people from your own patrol, with just one exception, but she also carries no evidence of any identity. With enough money, anyone can hire them. But I think this may not be related to your brother. "

"Why?"

"Because it's so disorganized. Over the course of a few occasions, the team had actually experienced many fights. And soon after their failure, they did not commit suicide, leaving at least two people alive. And then, they have no professional performance. Generally speaking, they are just street bastards. This is unlike the style of your brothers and sisters, more likely it is a layman's plan. I think even if I am not here it is unlikely that their assassination attempt will succeed. Don doesn't forget that Anna is sleeping downstairs. "

Nightingale grabbed Roland's cup, she seemed to not care about drinking from the same cup as him, and then said, "No matter what, your knight has asked the truth about what happened in the gutter, and I'm sure he'll soon know the truth - compared to your ex-sister, that guy is much more professional. If I don't leave, he'll still kneel in front of me begging me not to kill him. "

"That heavily injured patrol member, looks like he's the one I called not too long ago."

"Thank you?" Nightingale tilted her head, "I think you should reward her. If he doesn't fight others, I won't find them that fast and they will sneak into the castle's basement. Even so. It is still unclear why he did that, but the enemy enemy is our friend, right? "

Yes, thought Roland, but the important part was not whether he was a friend or an enemy, but rather that Nightingale said those two words.

- "Friends of ours."