When the lights in the backyard were gone, Roland met the reported witch in the office.

She did not look large, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, slender hands and feet, thin body, with obvious signs of malnutrition.Although it has been cleaned and taken care of, the short hair of light brown is still as yellow as straw.The most striking thing is the black cloth eye mask on her face, even if it has been replaced by a new system, compared to the young five senses.

"Son, she is Momo."Wendy said.

The voice seemed to awaken her, and the girl knelt in a hurry, trying to press her head as low as possible, "bye, see the country, his majesty of the king—"

“Take her up.”Roland put down the drawings in his hand and replied in a calm tone, "Don't be nervous, this is not a formal occasion, there is no need to be so cautious."The reason I'm looking for you is very simple, that is, I want you to use your abilities to me."

The re-decided Momoton showed a panicked look, “Your Majesty... this... I’m afraid...”

“I know that not everyone is satisfied with their limitations and even gets angry when they get an unsatisfied answer.”Roland relieved, "And I just want to know a result, whatever it is, will not blame you, I can guarantee that."

As a rule, this kind of thing should be put into Wendy after the ability test, but the other side's ability is too special, so that he really can't resist the curiosity - in fact, for the soul of Jero, he has always had a guess, but always can not confirm.

Now, he’s finally waiting for a chance to test.

"Your majesty," said Momo, gritting his teeth, "isn't you not afraid at all?"

Roland knows that if it is the previous he, will not take the initiative to ask such questions, the so-called mediocrity is more self-disturbing, know how long he can live is undoubtedly a trouble.But the more he spent a day on the throne, the more he felt his responsibility, and the mentality of the ordinary was clearly no longer suited to the situation he is today.If the other side's description is not wrong, predicting age itself is an extremely precious intelligence, and it is a pity to put it in another world, which can be called "leaking the sky", but it is too much to regard it as a heavy burden.

But even if these ideas are spoken, the other party can't understand them, so Roland just smiled, "Even if I'm afraid, it won't stop."

Momo clenched his fist and after a while before he nodded, "Since you have asked so much... forgive me for being impolite."

"Strictinal," said Wendy, taking a deep breath, "allow me to withdraw first."

Roland stared at her for a moment, "...I thought you and the book were the ones who wanted to know the most."

"I can't be as calm as you are, but as the book says - whatever the outcome, we'll support you."

When the door closes, Roland overturned, “And you?”

Momo nodded.

“Does that need to be said?”Then the Nightingale appeared behind her, and the girl was startled, "I want to know everything about you, good or bad."

It's two very different people... Roland laughed, "Then get started."

Mo Mo's surprised eyes looked back and forth several times before the Nightingale and him, and finally took off his blindfold like a determined decision.

When she looked up again, a red light appeared in her empty eyes.

It was as if the eyes of magic were particularly strange in the deep scars, and Roland could imagine what it looked like when it overlaps with his eyes—and if in the future, this strange pupil would have been sought after by a large number of people, but in this era, it was not uncommon to be regarded as the eye of a demon.

“Well, did you see anything?”

Looking forward to Roland, then his eyes widened, and the red light kept beating, as if he were being moved by an invisible wind.Less than a few seconds, the light quietly extinguished, she stepped back two steps, and sat on the ground feebly.

Roland noticed that the other person's face had been roused.

“What’s going on?”He stood up.

The Nightingale flashed to Momo first, reaching out and holding her, "This is ... the aftereffects of excessive magic consumption."

“Can I see only one person at a time?”

"No... I've never seen anything like it before," Moo gasped, "it's like there are many strings of numbers flashing, they keep appearing and disappearing, and the colors are completely different... It wasn't until the end that the numbers were fixed."

“What is it?”Roland asked.

Momo swallowed his mouth and replied, "Seventeen...red."

“How can it be!”The Nightingers were surprised.

Roland has a slight heart - sure enough, his guess is not wrong, the soul battlefield can indeed give the winner everything, but only if the winner must have magic.Whether it is life or ability, it must eventually be achieved through magic - it gives the transcendent a powerful body, but also gives those large mixed evil beasts the power to support their own body, if there is no magic, everything can not be talked about.

But then again, seventeen years was shorter than he had imagined, and though he had long known that the four princes were not in good health, they did not expect to be so bad.Is it difficult to spend too much time in the early years in the sound of the dog immediately, so as to empty the body?

“Or... I’ll see again.”Moo Qiang wanted to stand up.

“No need, I’ll be here today.”Roland waved, "Excessive consumption of magic will make you faint, not to mention before you know the details of the ability, it is not meaningful to look more."

“Your Majesty—”

"I said, I just want to know the result, you don't have to have any psychological burden."He stopped, “Go back and rest, and from tomorrow, Wendy will take you on the test of competence and learn how to master the magic, and if you want to look back, it will not be too late.”Please keep this a secret, okay?”

Mo Mo looked at him with amazement for a moment, then nodded his head like a dream.

After sending the girl to Wendy's hands, the Nightingers returned to the office and stepped down to Roland, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

“Do you regret knowing?”He turned his head.

"What a joke you're making."The Nightinge didn’t have a good airway, “I never regret my decision.”What are you going to do in 17 years?”

"It's better to know than to know later, and whether this is the end result."Looking out the window at the scattered lights, Roland found himself in a calmer mood than expected, "not to say that the soul vessel of Takira can retain consciousness, until later the magic is clearly studied, and it may not be difficult to build a body."

"The premise is that "later" really exists."The nightinge frowned.

"That's right, so the first thing to do is to win the battle of God's will during this time."Roland said in a word.

There is no longer any luck.