Chapter 127 Wendy

After Roland fell asleep, Nightingale emerged from the mist, lightly helped him straighten the quilt, covered his exposed arms, stood by the bed and watched silently for a while, and then quietly Go through the floor and back to your room.

"You haven't slept yet?" Nightingale was slightly surprised to see Wendy who was still sitting on the bedside reading a book.

"I'm afraid you'll do something wrong!" Wendy glared at her, "Your Highness is not a child, is it necessary to take care of him until he falls asleep?"

"His Highness has already sent people to other towns to spread the news that there is a witch organization here. What if the witch who heard the news intends to harm His Highness, I will do it just in case." Nightingale picked up a wet towel and wiped it casually. face, and then untied the red belt, wrist leather armor, drape buckle in turn, and finally took off a white suit - this suit is the new work of His Royal Highness, the matching of the pure white hooded coat looks very eye-catching, but he Think it's perfect for an assassin.

Nightingale hung up the clothes carefully, smoothing out every wrinkle. Her curvy figure is wrapped in a light veil, and there is no trace of fat on her tight abdomen and thighs.

"Can there be any surprises," Wendy put down the book in her hand, "there are sisters living in the castle, and there are guards patrolling outside. Besides, didn't you put the stone under his pillow a long time ago? You never touched it before. something like that."

"Okay, I'm also here to ensure his safety," she sat down on the edge of the bed, took off her boots, lifted her slender legs together, and rolled over to Wendy's side.

"Did you listen to what I said last time?" Wendy sighed, "Veronica, we are witches."

"I know, Wendy," Nightingale nodded, "We are 'witches'. "

And His Royal Highness will marry a witch - he said it himself, and...he didn't lie.

Of course, Nightingale would not publicize this piece of information unless it was absolutely necessary. After apologizing to Wendy from the bottom of her heart, she changed the subject: "Do you still have any impression of the church?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Wendy was taken aback.

"When His Royal Highness Roland was in the castle, the high priest of the church came to visit him and expressed his willingness to support him in seizing the throne."

"How did he answer?" Her voice tensed, "Or did he let you out before the conversation?"

Nightingale shook her head with a smile, and said softly: "He just told me to avoid the range of the other party's demon stone. And His Highness didn't wear that thing temporarily. Wendy, His Highness didn't agree to the church's invitation, he rejected the other party. "

The latter breathed a sigh of relief, but then looked a little melancholy, "It's a pity that our help to His Highness is really limited, unlike the Church, which covers the entire continent. If His Highness Roland agrees to them, I'm afraid we will be able to ascend the throne soon..."

"Who knows, Your Highness said that the high priest is full of nonsense, I can't believe it at all," Nightingale paused, "There is just one thing that I am very concerned about." She repeated the matter of the red and black pills, "In the mist, the pills and the The God’s Stone of Retaliation has the same color, which is unbelievable. The sisters have all seen the consequences of swallowing the God’s Stone of Retaliation, which is no different from suicide. The high priest said that it was a drug researched by the Holy City’s prayer room. You used to be in the monastery Have you ever heard of this agency?"

When the Aid Society left Silver City, Hakara led Nightingale, Chaser, and Stone Maiden to set up traps to capture those villains who followed for bounty, and took revenge on them—one of the methods was to wear them The God's Stone of Retaliation was stuffed into their mouths, forcing them to swallow it. The villain who swallowed the God's Stone of Retaliation would die quickly, his whole body curled up as if dehydrated, like dried fish that had been exposed to the sun.

"I don't know." Wendy closed her eyes and said slowly, "As far as I can remember, I have lived in a monastery in the Old Holy City. There are high walls on all sides, and there is no other scenery except the sky. The range of activities throughout the day They are all in the courtyard, and the elder nuns taught them how to read characters and pictures. I still remember her name, Farian. One of the books she read to us was devoted to introducing the old holy city. Churches, monasteries, libraries, memorial halls, and the Wall of Heroes, but I have never heard of the prayer room. I lived in the monastery for more than ten years until that accident happened..."

Nightingale heard Wendy mention before that the monastery was once attacked by witches, and many people died in that accident. And she also managed to escape from the monastery by taking advantage of the chaos, "Although I don't know any witch who has the courage to challenge the church alone, she at least saved you."

"No, Veronica, the witch comes from the church." Wendy shook her head, "She is also a member of the monastery just like me."

"What's the meaning?"

"The girls living in the monastery can basically be divided into three categories. One is like me, who has stayed here since childhood and does not know her origin; the other is vagrants or orphans, who are adopted by churches around the world and sent here. the other was sold to the church by their parents. The managers separated them according to their ages and placed them in different dormitories, with different learning contents. The youngest learned to read characters, and those aged 10 to 14 learned carols. Those over fourteen learn etiquette. So the head nuns also call us the literacy class, and the older ones are called the choir and the church class. Once the women in the church class reach adulthood, they will be sent out of the monastery."

It was the first time she had heard the other party talk about these things—Wendy had never talked about her experience in the monastery in detail before.

"In the first few years, I could often hear girls screaming at night-it was all coming from the choir and church class. I didn't quite understand what was going on. It wasn't until I was promoted to the choir Afterwards, I found out that some adults from the church would visit the dormitory at night, dragging a few from the bed, and not sending them back until the daytime. Sometimes...not all of them will be sent back.”

Nightingale bit her lips tightly, of course she knew what Wendy meant.

"This kind of thing happens once or twice a month. When it's frequent, it's almost once every two days. Later, when I was selected, Farian dragged me out of the room and whispered in my ear that just bear it I was dragged by her to a half-hidden house in the corner of the garden, the house was brightly lit, and a woman from the church class was handcuffed on the wall, and there were four to five people..." Her voice trembled slightly, "As they approached me, the woman broke free from the shackles, grabbed the neck of the person closest to her, and killed him like a chicken's neck."

"She...was awakened?"

"I don't know," Wendy shook her head, "Those people took off their clothes, but they still wore the God's Stone of Retaliation. She killed them one by one, and one of them was pulled off by her alive , Before he died, he seemed to be saying... the extraordinary. The screams of the adults alarmed the guards and Farian who were guarding outside the house. After they opened the iron gate and rushed in, they were stunned by the scene in front of them, and the woman rushed towards them past."

"Extraordinary...are you referring to witches?" Nightingale asked, "Aren't the guards her opponents?"

"The gap is too big. I found out later that those guards were the Judgment Army. One of them blew his whistle, and the other greeted him with a sword. When the first whistle was over, the Judgment Army standing in front had already been beaten by her hand." pierced through the chest. The official armor of the church is like a piece of paper in front of her."