Release that Witch - Chapter 3

[Chapter 3 Witch Anna (Part 2)]

Roland swallowed the last piece of fried egg and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “After all this, you are worried that the Witch Aid will come to rescue her after hearing the news that she is not dead?”

“Exactly, Your Highness,” Barov stomped his feet, “They are in a hurry. They should be on their way. It would be fine if the witch died, but she is still alive now! Those lunatics even stole babies. Will spare a fallen partner.”

Roland was a little confused, he always felt that something was wrong.

Why do minister assistants and chief knights feel like they are facing enemies when they talk about witches?

The woman to be hanged is a witch, right?

Thin as if the wind blows will fall.

If she possessed terrifying power, why would she still stand there and let others slaughter her?

No, she will not be caught at all. According to the church, she is the incarnation of the devil. In addition to the army of judges, the army of mortals will also pay a heavy price in front of the witch.

However, this devil was caught by the residents of Border Town, tortured in every possible way, until he was sent to the gallows, and that terrifying power was nowhere to be seen.

“How did she get caught?”

“When I heard that it was the landslide in the Beipo mining area, she exposed her identity in order to escape and was caught by angry villagers.”

Roland thought for a while, um, I have the impression that this incident happened the day before his time travel.

“How was it exposed?”

“That… I don’t know too much,” the assistant minister shook his head. “The situation was very chaotic at the time. Someone should have seen her using witchcraft.”

Roland frowned, “You don’t investigate this kind of thing clearly?”

“Your Highness, resuming production in the mining area is the priority,” the assistant minister protested, “Border Town’s financial income is half of the iron ore, and the prosecutor also confirmed that someone died of witchcraft at the scene.”

“What kind of witchcraft?” Roland became interested.

“As if melted, the head and most of the body lay flat on the ground, reminiscent of a burnt black candle,” the other party looked disgusted, “Your Highness, you don’t want to see such a scene.”

Roland played with the silver fork in his hand, thoughtfully.

Historically, most of the victims of witch hunts were innocent people who were used by churches and ignorant people as tools to vent their anger, while a small number of victims died by themselves.

These people dress themselves up in weird ways, throw all kinds of strange materials into the pot all day long, claiming that they can predict the future and determine life and death.

And they did figure out some tricks, such as using the flame reaction to claim that they had obtained the power of the gods.

To modern eyes, this is all chemical trickery, but at the time, it could easily have been misrepresented as an unthinkable phenomenon.

As for melting people, Roland immediately thought of chromic acid lotion, but it was troublesome to prepare, and it needed to completely soak the human body to use it, and the effect of dissolving corpses was far from that of candles, let alone other strong acids.

So how did this witch do it?

If she relies on alchemy, she is a rare chemist in the territory, if not…

Roland thought of this and made up his mind.

“Take me to meet her.”

“Wait… wait, Your Highness, are you going to meet a witch?” Barov stood up in a panic and knocked over the undrinked milk.

“That’s right, this is an order.” Roland turned his head and smiled at the minister’s assistant. Now he really thanked the fourth prince for his unreasonable style.

When he reached the door, he suddenly paused, “By the way, I always wanted to ask, why is it hanged?”

“what?”

“Why hanging? Shouldn’t all witches be tied to the stake and burned to death?”

Barov was puzzled, “Really? But she’s not afraid of flames.”

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There was only one dungeon in Border Town, and the barren land couldn’t support too many prisoners. Most criminals would face trial within a few days of living here—either released or executed.

In addition to Barov, the prince followed into the dungeon, as well as the chief knight, the warden, the cell boss and two guards.

There are four floors in the dungeon, and the walls are all made of hard granite.

It was the first time for Roland to come to such a place, and he noticed that the passage became narrower as he went down, and the number of cells was also shrinking.

Probably after digging a large pit with an inverted cone shape, it was built layer by layer with stones, he thought.

Naturally, this kind of rough project will not have good drainage measures. The ground is extremely wet, and the turbid sewage just flows like this, seeping down the stairs step by step.

The witch was locked at the lowest floor of the dungeon, and the stench in the air became stronger every time one went down.

“Your Highness, it is too dangerous for you to do so. Even if she is trapped by the God’s Chain of Retaliation, she cannot be guaranteed to be safe.”

The person who spoke was Carter Lannis. The chief knight rushed over immediately after he knew that the prince was going to visit the witch, and he never stopped persuading him along the way.

And the king’s order was ineffective against him—he refused to accept any order that put the prince’s life at risk, and it was impossible for him to leave.

He obviously has a cold and handsome male god face, but why is he a chatterbox?

Roland really wanted someone to sew his mouth shut.

“If you don’t dare to face the evil directly, how can you have the courage to defeat the evil? I thought you understood this.”

“Fighting evil must be done according to one’s ability. Recklessness does not equal bravery.”

“That is to say, you can uphold justice when you encounter enemies weaker than yourself, but you should turn a blind eye when you encounter enemies stronger than yourself?”

“No, Your Highness, I mean…”

“I was afraid of witches robbing prison before, and now I am afraid of seeing a little girl. UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com My chief knight is really unique.”

Although the knight talked a lot, he was not good at arguing. Naturally, he was helpless when he met Roland, who was a strong talker.

Taking advantage of this time, a group of people have reached the bottom of the dungeon.

The area here is much smaller than the upper floors, and there are only two cells in total.

The prison head lit the torch on the wall, the darkness faded, and Roland saw the witch curled up in the corner.

It was late autumn now, and the temperature in the dungeon was so low that people could see the white breath he exhaled. He was wearing a fluffy coat with a silk lining inside, so naturally he didn’t feel cold.

But the other party only had a single piece of clothing, which could not completely cover his body, and his exposed arms and soles were already bloodless from the cold.

The sudden fire light made her turn her head sideways, her eyes slightly closed.

But soon, she opened her eyes again and looked directly at him.

Those were a pair of pale blue eyes, as calm as a lake before a storm.

There was no fear on her face, nor was there anger or hatred.

Roland had an illusion, as if what he saw was not a weak little girl, but a shadow that was devouring the flames.

For a moment, he felt that the light of the torches on the wall was dimmed a bit.

She struggled to stand up against the wall, and her movements were so slow that she was about to fall at any moment.

But at last she was fully on her feet, and staggered from the corner into the full light.

It was such a simple action, but the group of people gasped and took two steps back. Only the knight stood in front of him.

“What’s your name?” Roland patted the knight on the shoulder, signaling him not to be so nervous.

“Anna,” she replied.

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