Release that Witch

"His Royal Highness, how much do you plan to build on this wall? How wide is it?"

"At least 15 feet high and 6 feet wide, for four people to walk side by side," Roland secretly nodded, professional is not the same, first ask the technical parameters, and then determine the construction plan.

"Then it needs to dig a deep trench to stabilize the upper wall, and the top is six feet wide. If the wall is fifteen feet high, the lower width is at least doubled," Carl replied quickly. "This way the light is digging." The trough consumes a lot of manpower. Your Highness, if you can give me 150 people, I should be able to dig this groove before the demon moon."

"A ditch can't stop the evil beast," Roland said.

"It is just like this. If the wall is built of stone, it takes three years. If it is only to stop the evil beast, the wall can be as high as about 12 feet, the width can be reduced by a third, and the bottom is reduced. To six feet. Digging trenches and walling at the same time, the number of people increased by two hundred... So, I can finish it before the coming of the demon moon next year."

Carlton paused, and then said, "Please excuse me, Your Highness, now is not a good time to start work. If you do not build the wall in time, even if the trench is dug, it will be lost after a whole winter rain and snow soaking. It's the original effect. Then you have to spend more time and manpower to clean the softening groove and deepen the excavation depth."

"If you say that the wall is 12 feet high and four feet wide, how long does it take for the trench to be dug?"

"It should take a month and a half," Carl replied.

"Then do this according to this plan, grooving and masonry at the same time, before the arrival of the demon moon." Roland waved and interrupted what Carl wanted to say, "I know what you are worried about, first look at this , the latest work from the Grey Fortress Alchemy Workshop."

He naturally didn't have time to stick a stone brick to the stonemason. He just dragged the two pieces of glue out and showed it. Fortunately, the prince spoke almost no one dared to question, when Carl heard that this alchemy binder called cement could be converted from liquid to solid between day and night, and produced a very high adhesion, his face was exposed. Unbelievable shocked look.

For the first half of the life of the stonemason, he naturally realized how great the invention was, in addition to bonding stones, and more importantly, it was free to shape the body. Isn't this equivalent to having any shape of stone directly without secondary cutting and sanding? It can abandon the time-consuming and laborious processing stage, and the speed of any building will be put up to a new level. This is enough to be exciting!

Roland looked at each other with satisfaction and asked again, "How do you think three months is enough?"

Carl Vabert’s voice was a little trembling. “If you’re right, no, no, I’m saying... If the alchemy workshop is correct about it, I... I’m willing to give it a try.”

“Very good, I will let people write a detailed information for you. If there is anything else, talk to my assistant minister,” Roland said with a smile. “Mr. Carl, now you are the one in the Executive Office. Member."

I saw Nana Vawa himself the next afternoon. The little girl looked at Anna with a blank look. She grabbed the corner of her clothes for a long time and said, "I am already... dead?"

When she first saw her, Roland had to admit that the power of the witch not only gave them magical power, but also changed their appearance and temperament to some extent. She and Anna are very different types, but they all contain a unique charm. This feeling has nothing to do with age, and has nothing to do with the state of life. Even if Anna waits for death in prison, the radiance is still unabated. Throughout the memory, whether it is the street hooligans of the Grey Fort or the aristocratic lady who is well-educated, he has never felt this way. If you want to describe them, put them together with the witch, like a colorful character in a black and white photo.

Carl Vabert, who brought her, retired with enthusiasm, leaving only Roland, Anna and Nanawa in the palace garden.

"You are not dead, Anna is also alive," Roland said with a smile. "I am the four prince Roland Wimbledon, and you are --"

"I am Nana Wa. Pine," the little girl heard that she was not dead, and her expression came alive. She ran straight to Anna, and she said what she was talking about, completely ignoring Roland, the ash prince. Roland naturally wouldn't care about a 14-year-old girl. He sat down on a round table and poured himself a ale, admiring the "daily" of the two witches.

Anna is obviously a little uncomfortable with the other side's self-satisfaction. Nanawa said that she would only respond to a dozen words. In other words, Anna is only seventeen years old, but she already has the feeling of a big sister. Roland can't help but think, when she grows up, how good will it be?

Until Nana's speed gradually slowed down, he coughed twice and asked, "Miss Pine, listen to your teacher and say, are you awakened to be a witch?"

Compared to the vast majority of people who say "fallen" as a witch, Roland prefers the word awakening. He will not naively believe that all witches are pure and innocent white papers, and that only those who are malicious will gain more damage. This is like a weapon, it can create violence, it can also resist violence, and the key is to see who the weapon is in. Perhaps the church's propaganda of the witch massacre is based on facts, but it is unfair to regard this as a criminal evidence of the witch community.

Nanawa’s expression was stiff and whispered, “Will you hang me?”

"No, of course not. The gallows are all heinous criminals. You are not, Miss Anna is not, so don't worry about this."

She took a breath and nodded. "I am not sure... The teacher said that the witch is the demon power that was possessed by the devil, but I have not seen the devil?"

“When did you find yourself becoming different?”

"About a week ago," Nanawa muttered. "I saw a bird broke his leg and wanted to help it. Then... I felt something ran out of my hand."

“Is there something running out?” Roland asked. “Will?”

"Well... it suddenly surrounded the bird, like a sticky water," Nanawa said, leaning back. "The bird's legs will be fine."

Is her strength a type of treatment? Roland’s heart thumped, and he knew exactly what it meant—in the absence of antibiotics, without modern medicine, in the age when trauma and infection were likely to die directly, healing the wound quickly was equivalent to more life. . This ability has little effect on the progress of the entire civilization, but it is of great significance to individual life.

He immediately went to the door and asked the knight who was outside to find a live chicken. If she can prove that she is telling the truth, she might be able to change the situation in which the witches in Bianque Town were ruthlessly persecuted.