As Wendy said, the next morning, after the witches had been called to the first floor for breakfast, the prince handed each of them a fine piece of parchment.Considering that some witches do not understand the text, the book retells the content to everyone.Then the signature, the fingerprint.

Roland knew that it was difficult for them to really understand the meaning of each line of writing in the contract, but it didn’t matter, it always understood for a long time.He also knows that even if they sell their deeds, they will sign their names at this moment.Roland did not feel that providing a relatively generous treaty was an act of making himself a loser, and since he chose to go down this path, he had to look a little further.What he is doing now is to form a good cycle in the future, a win-win framework that can be implemented for a long time.

After receiving the contract, Roland arranged each person's training tasks one by one according to the plan made yesterday night, and then called the leaves, the books, and Soro to her office with him.

Close the door, the nightingale appeared to be in shape, and the sisters blinked.

“I’ve been thinking about what Wendy told me yesterday,” Roland pulled the curtains open and let the bright sun shine indoors, “and she said you’d have met a terrible monster and only seven people survived.”Even Hakalla, the teacher of the help, died in the wilderness.I want to know, what have you encountered, mixed with evil beasts?”

Leaf first said, "Not evil beasts, they are demons from the gates of hell, with a tall body, capable of driving evil beasts, and having magic at the same time..." She hesitated, "Just like us."

“The devil?”Roland frowned and looked at Sorrow, “Are you there?”

The latter nods his head.

“You can paint the scene, right?”Roland handed a piece of paper.

Sorrowa closed her eyes and looked a little miserable, but she still took the paper and went to the table.

With the ability to show, the quill pen that has been present appears in her hand, the pen flows with a colorful light, and then flies out of her hand and moves quickly on the paper.A vivid picture gradually surfaced on the paper, and Soroya never opened her eyes.

Roland was close to the table, and the pictures on the paper were real – no, he told himself that it was not a painting, but a real-time shot of the scene at the time.Her ability is like a camera, the first view will be the real reproduction of the massacre in the wild.

When the painting was over, Soroia’s forehead was covered with sweat, and it was clear that the memory was like a nightmare for her.

The Nightingale also came up with her head, “Is this the devil?”

"It is them," said the leaf, pointing to the one nearest to the point of view, "this devil with metal gloves, can summon lightning to attack, and at the same time the strength of more than ten sisters has died in his hands."In the distance, the devil can throw a spear several times faster than an arrow.But their special attacks were not available continuously, and I just took the opportunity to kill them.”

“You alone?”Roland asked.

"The skin tube under the helmet of the evil beast is the weakness of the devil," the leaf pointed to the iron-hand devil's neck, "Hakala's magic snake bit his tube, and finally died with him."I killed the other by hand in the same way.There seems to be some red gas in the tube, and they die when the gas leaks out.”

Well, this thing looks like an oxygen tank, how can there be such a creature in the wasteland?Roland couldn't understand.But if you say they are aliens, they obviously don’t reach that level.Look at the patched leather pipe, and the clothes made of animal skin, the level of civilization can only be said to be comparable to his side.

Whether it is using technology or magic, to be able to take the initiative to other planets, itself shows its strength - the earth people have even stumbled for a month.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some of the strange civilizations of the talent point are crooked.Roland thought that, in short, the “devil” was not an invincible enemy, and they could be killed.

“In addition to the devil, we have seen a city floating in the air,” said the leaf, “no matter how far we go from it, it is still ahead of us, and the lightning has mentioned in her adventure story, which seems to be a mirage.”

“Can you paint it?”Roland asked Sorrow.

She nodded, summoned the magic pen again, and painted the empty city of the leaves on the paper.

Roland looked at the pictures carefully, and there was not much information in the vague picture, and if the city was really a mirage, then at least it was somewhere in the wild.The blood mist over the city is the gas that the devil breathes.This explanation is much more reliable than the aliens, after all, the vast continent west of the desperate mountains is a mysterious area that no one has set foot in, and it is not surprising that there are other races.

Now there is only one last question left, “I have heard the Nightingale and Wendy mention that Hakalla decided to look for the Holy Mountain because of an ancient book,” Roland asked, “Book, have you read that book?”

The book hesitated for a moment, “Hakala wouldn’t let anyone see that book, but... I’ve peeked a little bit.”The text in it is confusing and... inconceivable.”

“Can you copy it, right?Let me see.”

"Those are not true, Your Highness, the absence of the Holy Mountain has proved this," she sighed, raising her right hand, "and hope you will not be deceived by the contents of the book."

A book with a Phnom Penh inlaid appeared in mid-air, the cover spread out to both sides, the pages turned quickly, and then a close was touched and landed in her hands.“Your Highness, I wish you were the only one to watch.I don't want to see other sisters become like Hakalla."

Roland took the book, "I know."

After the witches left the office, the nightingale quietly appeared on the sofa chair.As usual, she lifted her robe, put her feet on the low table, and chewed the dried fish.

“Don’t you want to come and see?”Roland asked with a smile.

The Nightingale scowls, "I'm not interested in what a madman loves."

He shook his head, sat back at the table, and carefully opened the pages, as if the book were really magical.

As the book says, most of the content is incomprehensible, and it seems that the writing and grammar are not the usual way of the present.The article mentions the red moon with blood, a huge stone door, but only the word holy mountain is not seen.In fact, in addition to the occasional few words that can understand the meaning, the other content can not read at all - summed up is: I know every word, I can't even understand it.I don't know if it's because the book is panicking and peeping, or because the book itself is written in this way.

Roland skipped those lengthy passages and turned back straight over.A very heavy book has only the contents of the first few pages, and the back are all blank.From the last page, the handwriting suddenly changed, and the previous work-in-worked writing became scribbled, like a reminder written in a hurry, but the content was clear and clear.

The first sentence of the handwriting begins, “We failed.”Man cannot defeat the devil.(Unfinished.)