Release that Witch - Chapter 7

[Chapter 7 Training (Part 2)]

The light of the fire rose from under her feet and faded quickly.

This is the twenty-third exercise.

Failed again.

Beads of sweat had already appeared on Anna’s forehead. She wiped it with the back of her hand, and the heat suddenly rose up, making a hissing sound.

She didn’t stop at all, and then started the next practice.

The witch uniform was neatly folded and put aside. If she hadn’t insisted on doing so in the first place, the clothes would have been reduced to ashes in the flames.

Fortunately, as the fourth prince, it is not difficult for Roland to get a few spare ones.

He had Tyr send a whole barrel of robes—all impromptu collections from the handmaidens.

The twenty-fourth exercise finally paid off, the flame no longer rose from under her feet, but appeared in her palm out of thin air.

She raised her arm cautiously, trying to get it to reach her fingertips, but the flames flickered twice, and suddenly rushed to her arm, ignited the sleeve, and engulfed the robe along the sleeve.

Anna put away the flame, tore off half of the scorched robe expressionlessly, and turned to rummage in the barrel to find a new one.

At this time, Roland would turn his eyes away and let his eyes focus on other places-even though the other party didn’t care about it at all.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Roland’s strong request, she would probably practice naked.

But in this way, Roland couldn’t watch it properly. He really couldn’t calmly face a naked little girl—especially when the little girl turned into flames, she had a special charm.

Roland shook his head and put all distracting thoughts behind him.

From the current point of view, it is really not an easy task to master this power.

The stage goal he set for Anna was to release the flame from the palm or fingers without damaging the clothes on her body, and maintain a high enough temperature to melt the pig iron ingot in the pool.

When the thirtieth practice failed, Roland stopped her.

“Let’s have a rest.”

Anna stared at him blankly, but didn’t respond.

Roland had no choice but to walk over, took the girl’s hand to the chair, and forced her to sit down.

“You are already tired. You should take a rest when you are tired. Don’t force yourself. We still have a long time.” He helped her wipe her sweaty forehead. “Let’s have afternoon tea first.”

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Roland knew that the nobles of the Kingdom of Graycastle did not have the habit of enjoying afternoon tea. The world’s productivity is so poor that it is difficult for people to have the leisure to taste exquisite food – three meals are not popular, let alone four meals.

As for the dandies who have nothing to do, they usually gather in bars or casinos at this time.

If you don’t have this habit, just create one. There are ready-made snacks, and tea can be replaced with ale. Knowing that he is going to a remote frontier town, the fourth prince brought his maid, servant and cook here.

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

Looking at the plates of exquisite snacks, Anna couldn’t believe her eyes.

Why can food be so beautiful?

Although she couldn’t name the pastry, the combination of pure white appearance and bright red fruit makes people feel appetizing, especially the pastry is dotted with several delicate patterns, which once again engraved her worldview A lot of money.

Roland looked proudly at Anna’s bewildered expression, isn’t it strawberry cream cake, it scares you, a country bumpkin.

Moreover, the strawberries are still pickled in sugar, and the taste is not fresh.

What is more interesting than eating is admiring the expressions of witches.

Roland watched the other party carefully put the cake into his mouth, his blue eyes were almost shining, his hair was dangling, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was watching a food animation.

——Cooking that doesn’t shine is not good cooking!

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

So watching Anna practice and enjoying afternoon tea with her became a daily routine in Roland’s life. Even if he didn’t bother with government affairs, Barov would help him take care of them in an orderly manner.

Three days later, Barov sent the various documents of Border Town that had been sorted out to Roland’s office.

This was absolutely unbelievable before, the fourth prince actually had the patience to read such a large pile of cumbersome reports.

In fact, he doesn’t now either.

Roland felt dizzy after only reading two lines, so he said directly to Barov, “Read it to me.”

After spending an hour listening to the minister’s assistant’s report, he realized something was wrong, “Why is Border Town’s tax and trade zero every winter?”

The temperature is low in winter, and the decline in various harvests is understandable, but what does it mean to go straight to zero? Do the local people have the habit of hibernating?

Barov coughed twice, “Your Highness, have you forgotten? Winter is the month of demons, and Border Town has no ability to guard, and all residents have to move to Longsong Fortress. But please rest assured, His Highness’s safety must be the first priority. ”

“Evil Moon”?

Roland recalled that there seemed to be such a term—before that, he didn’t take ghost legends and evil witches to heart at all, thinking that they were just nonsense from the uncivilized world.

But now it seems that whether evil is evil or not, witches do exist.

So… what about the other popular ghost legends?

When teaching at the court, the history tutor talked about the Moon of Demons in detail.

Every winter, after the first snow falls and the sun goes dark, the gates of hell in the Dragon’s Back Mountains will open at this moment.

The evil breath from hell corrupts the living, turning them into servants of the devil.

Some animals will mutate into powerful evil beasts, and UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com will attack humans.

And witches are mostly born in this season, and their power is far greater than usual.

“Have you seen it? The gate of hell,” Roland asked.

“Your Highness, how can ordinary people see it!” Barov shook his head again and again, “Not to mention that the Dragon’s Back Mountain Range is impossible to cross, and even those who get close to the mountain range will be affected by the evil aura. The light ones have unbearable headaches, and the severe ones will lose their minds. unless……”

“Unless what?”

“Unless that person is a witch. Only witches can see the gates of hell, because they have degenerated into the devil’s minions and are naturally not affected by evil spirits.” Speaking of this, Barov turned his head and glanced at the back garden .

“What about the evil beast? You’ve always seen evil beasts, right?” Roland knocked on the table displeased.

“Uh, I haven’t seen it. Like Your Highness, it’s the first time I’ve come to the Borderlands. In Graycastle, the center of the kingdom, few people can encounter real evil.”

Migrating once a year, how can this place develop?

Originally, he thought that Border Town was just barren land, but there was still potential for development, but now it looks like a big pit.

“Longsong Stronghold can resist evil beasts, which means that they can also be killed and are not invincible! Then why can’t we defeat them in Border Town?”

“Longsong Fortress has a huge city wall and is also stationed with Duke Lane’s elite troops, which is not comparable to a small place like Border Town,” Barov explained, “From the very beginning, the purpose of establishing Border Town was to give the fortress To provide early warning, that’s why it was set up between Beipoling and Chishui River.”

Like cannon fodder, blocking the enemy’s only path, Roland sneered.

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