Chapter 621 (2/2)

As a result, the church had not taken any further action other than sending soldiers to take over Coldwind Ridge. Roland did not even see any pure witch.

He was not sure whether the enemy was planning an earth-shattering conspiracy, or simply disdained to disturb, and planning to crushed him into pieces on the official battlefield.

Anyway, all he could do now was to continue to wait.

…

Roland was lying on the bed early after dinner. However, he could not fall asleep until the bright moonlight was shining through the window slit onto his bedside. He put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Nightingale who was staying outside the house immediately flashed over to him.

“Is there anything wrong, unable to fall asleep?”

“Slightly, it’s probably due to too much straw below the bed.” Roland rubbed his neck and pulled out a wheat leave from his clothes. “It feels like something is poking my back when I lie on it.”

“I feel the same.” Andrea who was on the same early midnight team agreed. “Not to mention moving a big comfortable bed over but at least it should be layered with two extra silk pads. Duke of the Northern Region is too stingy.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re at war, not on an outing,” Ashes angrily said, “It’s considered good to have a shelter, don’t be so demanding.”

“Of course, it makes no difference for someone who has thick and rough skin.”

“It’s better than being weak and fragile.”

“I think we’ll need to have another duel to see who the weak and fragile one is.”

“You’ll understand after we finish with the church.”

“Hold on… Can I place a bet?” Shavi put her hand up and said.

Nightingale pulled Roland aside and said, “Don’t bother about them, it’s a nightly routine.”

Roland shook his head while smiling. “I would not put them together if I knew it earlier.” Due to the fact that Nightingale’s scope of investigation was far smaller than that of Sylvie, the combat mission of the early midnight team was handed over to the three poker players group. They would be the strongest offensive group with Nightingale. While those who were arranged for the late midnight team were mainly defensive-based. The members were Agatha, Breeze and Iffy, no one could manage and block the enemy better. “What about the others? Can they adapt?” Roland asked.

“Sisters from Witch Cooperation Association aren’t as picky as you are,” Nightingale blinked and said, “and they had experienced the days without shelter and food during their escape, so they could simply close their eyes and fall sleep in this situation.”

“Well, looks like I’m the most impatient one…” Roland sat on the step and kept quiet for quite a while, looking up at the stars and finally said, “What will we do when all these come to an end?”

Nightingale sat beside him and said, “You’re getting nervous, aren’t you?”

Roland touched his nose in guilt and said, “I’m just being a little emotional. If we can’t defeat the church…” He then thought, ” Will Neverwinter continue to run under the current order? Will the kingdom be completely devoured by the church, or will it return to the previous path of the noble ownership? And what about Anna and the rest of the witches… Can they really safely flee to Sleeping Islands?”

He had devoted to forging the land and developed a strong feeling towards the people unconsciously.

“Don’t worry,” Nightingale held onto his hand and softly said. “As I mentioned before… You won’t be hurt as long as I’m still alive,” she paused and said, “not to mention that our story has just started.”