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The next morning, after Roland's morning erection penis shot the first shot of semen into Nightingale's fiery vagina, he went to Nightingale's room to visit Wendy.
After a whole night of rest, Wendy looked much better, and the reattached arm also regained its color. Although she was still a little weak, she still propped herself up and bowed to the prince.
Her long reddish-brown hair fell down her shoulders, and her thin clothes could not completely cover her full chest, so she could only barely hold her heavy breasts.
Although she was over 30 years old, there was no trace of it on her smooth and fair face. Her beautiful and mature features revealed a little fragility, exuding amazing attraction.
Like Nightingale and Anna, she was also a stunningly charming beauty.
"I already know about you. Thank you for saving Nightingale's life," Roland took his eyes off Wendy's chest with difficulty, took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and said straight to the point,
"There is no doubt that Hakara can no longer accept you to return to the Mutual Aid Association. Why don't you stay in Border Town and work for me. If you agree, sign this contract. The salary is the same as Anna's, one gold royal per month."
"Your Highness..." Nightingale blinked, hesitating.
Roland naturally knew what she wanted to say. For this friend who changed her life trajectory and saved her life in the Desperate Mountains, Nightingale didn't want to force Wendy to make a decision so quickly. In her opinion, if Wendy stayed in Border Town for a while, she would definitely side with her.
"I also wish we weren't in such a hurry to discuss this, but some things become more dangerous the longer they are delayed." Roland paused for a moment, and Wendy did not interrupt, waiting quietly for the next words, "I think I may know a way for witches to survive the Awakening Day without getting hurt."
"What?" As soon as these words came out, the two witches changed their expressions and asked in unison.
"Does Your Highness already know?" Nightingale's face turned pale, and sweat ran down her head.
"It's just a guess, there is no solid evidence," Roland waved his hand and said, "The witches will suffer less damage in the camp than in exile. The only difference is that in exile you hide your identity for fear of being known, but in the camp, you have to constantly use your abilities to maintain the daily operation of the camp."
Wendy nodded, "You are right... "
"And when Anna was in the castle, she had to train her abilities every day. Before her adulthood, she even exhausted her magic power and fell into a coma. When she woke up, she had safely passed the most difficult stage for a witch and was unharmed." "
So I think this may be the key to solving the evil spirit. Witches are containers of magic power. As they grow, magic power continues to accumulate. When it exceeds the body's endurance limit, it will cause harm to themselves. The evil spirit moon itself is the moment when witches are most powerful."
"If you can keep releasing your magic power and keep it at a safe value, maybe the torture of the awakening day will be greatly reduced, or even disappear completely." Roland paused, and then said, "As the lord of Border Town, I can provide witches with a place to release their power at will, and no one will arrest, judge, or directly execute you for this. If my guess is correct, then there is no doubt that Border Town is the holy mountain you have been pursuing for a long time."
Witches have been taught since birth that this dangerous ability is given by the devil. People who are a little more sober will only think that constantly backfiring their own power is a curse. This is a dead cycle. The more you don't want to use it, the stronger the backfiring power will be. As a time traveler, Roland has a completely opposite attitude towards this power. After reading the memories of the four princes and excluding the existence of the true god, he simply regarded magic as a kind of energy, a supernatural power that can be controlled by his own will. Nightingale
breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Prince did not notice it.
Wendy was silent for a long time before asking, "If I sign the contract and agree to work for you, what do I need to do first?"
Over the past few hundred years, some witches have been secretly imprisoned by a few ambitious people because of their unique abilities and used as consumables. Although the church severely punishes such behavior, it is still difficult to stop it. And they are ruthless in using witches. Once they lose their usefulness, their fate is terrible.
Roland has certainly heard about this, but he is looking at long-term interests, a sustainable development system that can achieve a win-win situation. He smiled and replied, "The first thing you need to do is to practice your abilities repeatedly until you fully master them - just like Anna."
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Three days later, in the castle garden.
"Sister Anna..." Nana pulled Anna's sleeve.
"Hmm?" The latter turned her head.
"Do you think Sister Nightingale...she is a little strange?"
"Strange?" Anna was stunned. "Are you talking about her clothes?"
Nightingale stood beside Roland. She was not wearing the strange patterned robe that was never washed and changed. Instead, she was wearing the strange clothes invented by His Royal Highness like herself. Although Anna didn't want to admit it, her tall figure showed the advantages of this dress to the fullest - well-proportioned legs, slender waist, plump chest and hips, and long curly hair. With the cape and pointed hat, everyone would focus their attention on her first, especially after Roland learned about the existence of stockings from Dujuan, he bought a batch at a high price. However, due to the material problem, the stockings nowadays are not very elastic and will fall off when put on, so people either wear garters or pantyhose up to the waist. At this time, Anna and Nightingale were both wearing black pantyhose, and the part from the boot opening to the short skirt was wrapped in black thin stockings. Although the flesh was not transparent, it added a lot of temptation. Not only Roland, but also Carter and other servants could not help but watch secretly.
"It's not clothes," Nanawa muttered, "Don't you think that the tone of her voice when talking to His Royal Highness the Prince and the way she looks at His Royal Highness the Prince have become different from before?"
"Really?" "
..." Nanawa curled her lips, "Okay, Sister Anna, don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes."
Puzzled, Anna shook her head and ignored her. Nightingale was of course aware of Roland's transformation. After all, she could hear Nightingale's beautiful moans coming from Roland's room every night for the past two days, but she didn't hear it in the past two days. Looking at Roland's pale face and the occasional hammering of his waist, it was not difficult to see that Nightingale was about to drain Roland dry. Anna was not jealous.
It was normal for a prince to have multiple women. She was also an unclean woman. She could not give her first time, or even her second and third time, to Roland (Anna still didn't know that her second man was actually Roland).
Moreover, witches were infertile. She wanted to keep Roland's heart. The witches were together, and only by Roland's side could they live like human beings. So there was a solution. Use the unique beauty of the witches to tie Roland firmly to her side. Isn't that enough? Next, not only Nightingale, but Wendy also looked like she was definitely not a virgin, but Nana and Lightning were definitely not.
Since she and Nightingale were not virgins, she had to find a way to give Roland two virgins.
Thinking of this, Anna shook her head and turned her attention to the other two new witches.
The one named Lightning looked about the same size as Nana, but her dress was particularly different, but it was also beautiful in another way. Anna roughly counted and found that there were at least twelve pockets sewn on her rag-like coat.
As for the other witch, Wendy, she was not wearing the same patterned robe as Nightingale when they first met, but ordinary women's casual clothes. But there was something that Anna was particularly concerned about, that is, the other party's chest... It was really too magnificent.
"Since you all agree to sign the contract, let's do the first training." Roland had the training experience of the first two witches, and now he was at ease. "Lightning, you go first."
"Oh!" Lightning raised her hand and walked out of the shed.
It was snowing outside, and there was no wind. The little girl floated easily in the air, waiting for Roland's next instruction.
"Try your fastest flying speed first!" Roland raised his head and shouted.
"Hehe, watch me," she gestured with a thumbs up, made a starting posture, and then quickly turned around the castle.
Roland estimated the speed, which was about 60 to 80 kilometers per hour. This was based on his experience of driving on the highway to return home every year. In terms of flying alone, this speed is not fast, similar to that of ordinary pigeons. But it was quite exaggerated to hear that she could take Nightingale and Wendy with her on the way back.
What does it mean to take off with a load of 100 kilograms? Roland imagined a piston machine with a 100-kilogram bomb hanging on it...
But the following test broke his beautiful fantasy.
When the load exceeded 50 kilograms (about 110 pounds), Lightning's flight altitude dropped sharply, from more than 100 meters to about 10 meters. After changing to a load of nearly 100 kilograms, she could only fly two meters close to the ground.
In other words, if Lightning wanted to transform into a bomber, even if it was a few kilograms of explosives, she would enter the range of the opponent's crossbow due to the height problem.
However, Roland soon thought of a new use for the little girl - whether it was reconnaissance or artillery calibration, she was an excellent candidate. The encirclement and annihilation plan that had been bothering him before seemed to have a glimmer of hope now.
When the prince tested Lightning's ability, Wendy was quietly looking at him.
After leaving the monastery, she had seen many people in her fifteen years of wandering, including civilians, farmers, craftsmen, soldiers, and nobles. They were always like two models. When they didn't know they were witches, they showed their desire and love for their bodies, especially for their breasts. They always paid most of their attention to them when they had sex with them, and even kneaded them from time to time when they had nothing to do. But after knowing that they were witches, their desire and love instantly turned into fear and hatred, and there was also an evil desire that made Wendy almost want to vomit.
The original gentleman and gentleness disappeared. They would expose their true nature nakedly and play with her in the most direct and satisfying way. To this day, there are still traces of those atrocities on her body.
She thought that she would only be with witches in her life and would never be able to face any man sincerely.
Although her body often became empty and lonely, Wendy also learned to use tools to satisfy herself. If there was really no other way, she would also find opportunities to pretend to be a prostitute and sell herself once or twice like the nightingale.
Although she couldn't do whatever she wanted like the nightingale, she could always satisfy her once or twice. This was also the reason why she intended to reject Nightingale... not out of distrust, but out of fear.
But Roland Wimbledon changed her view.
The way he looked at her was too ordinary - the way an ordinary man looked at a beautiful woman, just like he had seen countless times before. When she first saw Roland in Nightingale's room, she thought he was hiding very well, plus Nightingale was beside him. But in the next few days, his expression remained the same.
Could it be that the prince's vision was much higher than that of ordinary nobles?
And the contract, Wendy thought it was just a formality. But when she opened it to read, she found that it was filled with clauses, not only stipulating responsibilities, but also stating the rights she had.
This was incredible! It was extremely generous to take a witch under his command and not deprive her of her freedom, but they actually told her her rights in the contract?
For example, Article 21 (the first time Wendy saw such a way of writing), she could have paid leave, which, according to the following meaning, meant that she could just take the money without working. The next item is that witches should complete the experimental projects assigned by their employers, but if witches find some of the projects difficult to complete or feel uncomfortable, they can change or refuse the application. The next item is that employers should provide and guarantee the witches' safety, accommodation, food and wages. If these conditions are not met, witches can unilaterally terminate the contract.
These clauses were a bit confusing to read, but the meaning was very clear. The witch who signed the contract was not the prince's personal property, and she also had rights and responsibilities that were equal. In this contract, she felt the other party's sincerity - if it was just for the sake of form, there was no need to list the treaty in such detail.
Thinking of this, Wendy couldn't help but look at Nightingale. She knew her experience very well, and she also understood her disgust for the nobles from the bottom of her heart. At this moment, when Nightingale was talking to Roland, there was a different kind of emotion in her tone and demeanor - Wendy, who was full of experience, could naturally see it.
Moreover, Nightingale might have climbed onto the prince's bed. The obscene screams at night made her unable to sleep, and her whole body was hot. She could only masturbate three or four times before she could fall asleep.
It was only two months since she left the main force and went to the border town alone. After only two months of getting along, Nightingale completely gave herself to this man.
Judging from the fact that she would rather break off relations with the Mutual Aid Association and return to Border Town, in her heart, I am afraid that His Highness Roland Wimbledon is more likely to bring witches a true home than the Mutual Aid Association. T
he actions of the mentor are also sad. The founder of the Mutual Aid Association seems to have forgotten how difficult it is for any sister who survived.
Wendy knew that she could not go back. Since fate has brought her here, why not believe in Nightingale's choice again? Just like she had believed in her countless times in the past--
"Wendy?"
"Ah..." Wendy came back to her senses and found that the lightning ability had been tested and everyone was looking at her.
She smiled apologetically and walked out of the house.
If you make up your mind, you can't lose to the younger generation, right?
At this moment, the buzzing of the horn came from the west again, and the sound echoed in the mountains, breaking the tranquility of the town.