Chapter 372 (2/2)

Roland shook his head helplessly. The witches were probably sick of hiding indoors from the snow, so Nightingale might just want something to do. The combat type witches who came with Tilly were especially eager to rush to the city wall and watch the battle, waiting for demonic hybrids to rush up the wall so they could put their ablilities into play. Nightingale was intrigued after hearing about this and began joining the combat witches every time the alarm sounded. Perhaps she intended to compare herself to others and determine who was the strongest combat witch.

Roland sighed. “If only she could be this eager in her training…”

However, fighting side by side could bring witches and mortals closer together, so he didn’t bother to stop them. The current revolving rifles were enough to fend off regular demonic beasts, but they faltered in the face of demonic wolf-lion hybrids, so having powerful witches present could stabilize the defense line and reduce casualties.

So far, there hadn’t been a single death in the First Army.

Nightingale’s exit reminded him that the combat witches had found a way to entertain themselves, but the assistant witches still didn’t have much to have fun with. It was time to think of some new activities.

At that thought, he summoned Soroya.

“Your Highness, do you have a new task for me?”

This painter who had accomplished so much for Border Town seemed to be in good spirits. The Freckles on her face had lightened, and her eyes shined with a piercing vitality.

Her pleading question stifled Roland a little—why did he suddenly feel so remorseful?

“Um, have you been busy lately?”

“No, why do you ask?” Soroya pushed a lock of hair out of her forehead. “Recently, fewer workers have been going to the factory, so it only took me a few hours to finish my coating everyday, and the weird metal boxes made by the alchemist Sir Kyle kept me busy sometimes.” She paused, tilted her head, and smiled. “However, compared with being in the camp of the Witch Cooperation Association, I prefer this fulfilling life here, and I’m really glad that my abilities are helpful to you.”

Wow… What a blinding smile.

Roland couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. “Ahem, I called you here to draw some new cards for me.”

“More Gwent Cards?”

“No, you all are probably tired of those,” he waved his hand and said. “It’s too simple. As long as you know your opponent’s hand, the game is basically predictable.”

“Yes, you’re right…”

“See, this’s what the new cards look like—very simple.” Roland took out a piece of paper and drew a rough sketch. “There’re four different symbols, each with cards numbered from one to thirteen, as well as two jokers, so it’s 54 cards in total.”

Soroya’s abilities had evolved greatly, so she was able to quickly produce a deck of cards directly from his sketch. “How do we play them?”

“There’re a lot of games you can play with these, but let’s start with an easy one.” Roland tested the cards with his hands and felt as if he were time-traveling again. To celebrate a Spring Festival, his family would always sit around their fire barrels, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and play poker until the next morning, when they would light firecrackers to welcome the spring.

Different from mah jong, poker could be played anywhere and had many variations, so it was probably the most popular game in the world.

“Go fetch Anna,” Roland said, smiling. “I’ll teach you how to play Fight the Landlord.”