Above the ridge of the Dragon Ridge, the lightning found a leeward and skillfully built a tent large enough to accommodate four people.

The blazing bonfire dispelled the cold, and the nightingale rolled up its trousers and showed its blood-stained calf, only to see that the position of the saint had been swelled.Before gritting her teeth and running did not feel anything, now she slackened, she felt that it was very difficult to move her legs, and if it had not been for Maisie's arrival in time, she really did not know how far she could run with the Marquis.

It is extremely dangerous to walk through the mist when mobility is inconvenient - the changing lines are both ladders and sharp blades, and if they are not grasped properly, they can easily cut themselves to pieces.

“I’ll help you.”

Maisie rummaged through the big backpack to find a bunch of emergency supplies, in addition to cotton and small bottles of alcohol, as well as leaves processed herbs, in the joint meeting, the latter is the most important medical means.

When the pungent smell of alcohol fell on the wound, the nightingale could not help but make a smouldering, and his eyebrows were tightly attached together.If her Highness had not said that this thing could effectively kill small creatures and avoid the wound being eroded by the evil epidemic, she really felt that it was no different from being punished.

Fortunately, the cool brought by the herbal medicine quickly dispelled the spicy pain, and after dressing the wound, she suddenly felt that her body was comfortable.

“Your back,” the Marquis asked in a low voice, “is it not matter?”

“What happened to the back?”The lightning burrowed into the tent with a bundle of firewood.

“She was shot by the arrows of those people to save me,” Speer said in a low voice.

"There's nothing wrong with being punched a few times," said the Nightingale, "and at most you can't lie down and sleep tonight."

"It is better to paint some herbs," lightning teased the branches in the pit, splashed the starting point of Mars, "the medicine of the leaves can not only stop the bleeding, but also the effect on the bruising is very good."

“Duck on me,” said Maisie, sitting down, patting her thigh, “I’ll give you medicine!”

Looking at the white-haired little girl's earnest eyes, the nightingale could not pass, and finally had to nod her head, "Okay."

Undressing, she covered her chest and lay down on Maisie’s leg, and then heard the Marquis take a cold breath.

Needless to know, the original clean back must be red and swollen, a piece of blue and purple, but just look at the scare, she thought disapprovingly, this wound for the self-healing ability of the witch is nothing, two or three days later can dissipate.

On the occasion of the medicine, the nightingale coughed twice and said, "What are you going to do next, Monseigneur Marquis?"Your brother, Redwin, was deceived by the church and turned away from you, and before that, neither he nor the church knew that you were a witch.”She recounted the message she had heard in the tower, "They should have gone against your lordship, and you, if not witches, would have been put to death as a demonic minions—which is not a difficult thing for the church."

"How dare they openly murder a marquise," said Speer, gritting his teeth, "and I will make the Radvint Church pay the price!"

"The Church does far more than you think," said the Nightingale, shaking her head, "not even the king, nor do they blink before they do it - permanence and wolf heart are the best examples."

Sperton, after a moment, said, “Does the church really intend to annex the four kingdoms?”I have only heard this from the merchant population of some neighboring countries, but most of the nobles of the royal capitals think that this is nonsense.”

"The nobles of the king also said that Roland Wimbledon was a traitor," she shrugged, "if your Highness is not mistaken, it is only the first step in the church's plan, but I cannot tell you for the time being the conspiracy behind it, unless you join the witch alliance."In addition, the church is certainly not planning this coup for a day or two, and your subordinates should have paid more attention to Redwin, who has betrayed more interests, and if you want to take back the Dragon Ridge, you can also ask your Highness for help.”

“Will he really help me?”

“Of course, it is our duty to eradicate the Church.”The Nightingale laughed.

The Marquis fell silent and seemed to hesitate something.

"Rest assured," said the Nightingale, knowing her deep-seated hesitation, which is a matter of concern to most witches before going to the border town, "if you want to leave the West, you can leave at any time, Your Highness never forced anyone."

“Did he really... achieve the coexistence of witches and ordinary people?”

This was the second time the Nightingale had heard the other person ask about it, and whenever she answered this question, she would always be proud, "Yes, your Highness's territory is such a place - it is the holy mountain of witches."

Speer Parsi's face looked gloomy under the light of the fire, and after a long time she nodded slightly, "Let's go tomorrow?"

“Not yet,” the Nightingale and the lightning said in unison.Then the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

“The church will certainly try to report this to the Holy City, and for the next two days we will have to intercept the pigeons released by the enemy,” she explained to the countess. “After that, Maisie will send you back to the border town, and I have other tasks to complete.”

In the room at the top of the tower, she remembered that the Holy One had said that when things were done on this side, she would soon set out for the city of Chishui.

Obviously, every time she arrives in a city, she will set off an undercurrent, no matter how much the impact, will always cause trouble for His Highness.And this person has also seen his own way of attacking, if she can intercept her down, the layout of the church will inevitably suffer setbacks, from her may also be able to find a lot of information.

The Nightingale took a deep breath, and she decided to kill the army of the church—but whether Her Royal Highness Roland would agree with her plan, and she had no bottom in her heart, and she did not intend to go it alone if he asked herself to return.

...

Three days later, Maisie, who had sent the Marquis to the Queen, returned to the Dragon Ridge, and this time she had two more sleeping island witches behind her.

“How did you get here?”The nightingale looked at the two men in amazement.

"Your Highness Roland, let us help you," Andrea elegantly jumped off the behemoth's back, folded her hood, and dumped her blond hair, "and the reward is two pieces of ice cream bread."

“How can this kind of church be less of me?”The ash lifts its mouth.

"Your Highness says you can do it, but be careful to cod, and Maisie turns human," said he, waiting for you back in the castle.

"Yes," said the Nightingale, suddenly feeling a hot heart, "I understand."

“How many people are each other?”Ash picked up his eyebrows, “I heard there’s a witch?”

“It is not clear, but at most there are more than twenty judges of the samurai, and the corresponding attendants and believers,” she said word-for-wordly. “The others don’t matter, but the witch must be resolved by me.”

(Unfinished.)