The wind and snow stopped, and the construction of the city wall began to be intense again, because they needed to be on guard against the attack of wolf cavalry at all times, so some people always liked to look into the distance while working, afraid that the wolf cavalry would really appear in their field of vision.

Even though Rafa had been reminded many times that he had arranged for someone to monitor the movements of the Orr Mountains, it still could not stop some people from panicking.

In the midst of this alternating fear, the foundations of the new walls were finally dug up, and then it was time to build concrete and stones, but the work in between was delayed for several days because of the difficulty of manpower against the wind and snow.

It's another snowy day, and Rafa enjoys staying in Felihill's newly furnished room with a large transparent glass side, so that he can always see out the window and experience the warmth and peace of the room.

"Cole, how are the new seeds planted in the greenhouse?" Rafa made a few cups of black tea with his own hands and brought them to the witches.

"Thank you. The witches each took a cup of hot tea.

"Maybe it's because the wind and snow are too strong, and the temperature in the greenhouse is not low, but there is no sunlight, and the new seeds germinate smoothly, but the growth is very average. Taking a sip of hot tea, Cole replied.

"That's enough, just freeze to death. Sitting down on the couch next to Felihill, Rafa began to sip his tea, "Oh, by the way, Katya, you and ...... How's Knight Cole's doing? I heard that he promised to bring you a gift when he led the caravan away. ”

Katya, who was drinking tea silently, was suddenly asked this question and frowned slightly.

"Sister Katya, I think Knight Cole really seems to be interested in you!" As soon as she said this, Shirley, who was curled up on the sofa, immediately screamed.

Elle, who was still wearing thin clothes, also came to the spirit and "was liked...... What does it feel like?"

Even Heda, who had been keeping his eyes closed, became interested, and opened his eyes to wait for Katya's answer.

None of the witches present have not suffered a great ordeal, and they cherish the warmth in front of them immensely, and at the same time, they are more eager to feel the existence of "love" than ordinary people.

Not friendship, but love.

The attentive Rafa had been paying attention to Felihill's expression, and he noticed that Felihill, who had been reading the notes carefully, had stopped her gaze at this time, and it was obvious that her attention was not on the book, but like everyone else, waiting for Katya's result.

"I ......" was watched by so many people, Katya was a little overwhelmed, she had always been reserved, she actually blushed slightly, she couldn't deny that Cole was very good to her, and she also had feelings for that handsome guy who was polite and upright, but she really couldn't say what "love" was like.

And the most important point is Katya's own identity, although she has talked to Cole many times, but she has not yet revealed her identity as a witch, she is afraid that as soon as she reveals her identity, Cole will immediately pull out the knight's sword.

When she thought of this scene, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and she didn't know whether she felt sorry for herself or Cole.

Seeing everyone's expectant expressions, Katya spoke, "I'...... I'm a witch... Who would accept a witch?"

After saying this, Katya's eyes were a little dim.

Not only her, but everyone else present was silent at the thought of this fact.

As witches, they are constantly deprived of the right to live by the church, and at the same time they are marked as heretical, which destroys everything for them.

Who will love the heretics ordained by the Church?

In the warm house, the bright fire does not seem to illuminate the gloom in the hearts of the girls.

Felihill seemed to think of something, glanced at Rafa, and then turned her head away.

Rafa didn't notice her movements, and looked down in contemplation of the witches' future.

"Don't worry," Rafa stood up after a moment, "the future is written by us, the church cannot determine our future, as long as our strength is strong enough to even the church to be afraid, then it will be our turn to rewrite the rules!"

Inspired by Rafa's words, a light rose in the girls' eyes.

"So, I need you to bear with it for a while......"

"Your Highness, there is no need for you to be an enemy of the Church for our sake...... We are already very satisfied to be able to live a peaceful and fulfilling life now. Seeing that Rafa was a little excited, Elle couldn't help but say.

With Elle's beginning, the other witches nodded in agreement.

But Rafa knew that there was one person who disagreed.

Philicon's idea, like Rafa's, was to have a strong force, to save more people, and eventually to overthrow the church, and even Ola, and make new rules.

Although she was unimpressed by the idea of the witches being content with the status quo, she did not say it, because it was her and Rafa who made the rules, and the witches were only passive recipients.

However, everyone's general direction is good, and they are all pursuing personal value, which is a good trend, rather than giving up on themselves or saying frustration.

After a while, everyone began to talk and laugh again, and the atmosphere became lively again.

"Bang!"

Everyone was talking about how beautiful Felihill's clothes were, when a crisp sound came from the floor-to-ceiling window, interrupting the discussion.

Everyone looked at the window suspiciously, only to see that there seemed to be a faint blood stain on the window, as if something had hit the glass.

"Maybe it's an unlucky bird, and the bird doesn't seem to see the glass clearly. ”

Putting down the teacup, Rafa walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled back the silk curtains.

Sure enough, a small bird with golden feathers on its head landed behind the floor-to-ceiling window, covered in blood.

"Your Highness, get it in!"

Seeing that there were small animals injured, Shirley hurriedly jumped off the sofa, although barefoot, but there was a warm blanket on the ground, so it was not too cold.

Seeing the still twitching bird, Rafa was also a little unbearable, opened the floor-to-ceiling window, and quickly picked it up.

When he put the wounded bird on the table, all eyes were on him.

It was a white-feathered golden-crowned bird, and if it hadn't been injured on the top of its head, it would have been very beautiful.

"Look, there's something on its claws!" Shelly, who couldn't wait to perform her healing spell, caught a glimpse of a cylinder tied to the bird's ankle.

"So I'm here to deliver a letter!"

Shirley cast the spell as Rafa carefully untied the cylinder from its ankle.

"Let's see if it's from the caravan, maybe there's news from Cole!"

Cole glanced at Katya, then circled around Rafa.

"Huh, pink letterhead, a woman's letter?"

When Rafa opened the cylinder and pulled out the folded piece of letterhead, the pink letter paper was really eye-catching, and in Ola, pink stationery was generally only used by women.

When it came to the woman's letter, the people around were interested, and they all speculated in their hearts that it was the woman's letter.

I heard that Rafa was very prodigal when he was in Byron City, could it be that a woman he had hurt sent it?

As soon as they thought of this, they felt a burst of excitement in their hearts.

"What is this all about?"

Rafa opened the letterhead with great interest, even he thought that there would be some love words of "you and me", but he didn't expect that what was written on it was a kind of text that Rafa couldn't understand at all, neither the generic script of Ola, nor the script of the northern barbarians, but a bit like the text of Rafa's previous life, but it was just an image, and he didn't know any of the words in it.

I was stared at by the witches for a long time, and I discussed it for a while, but no one could understand the meaning at all.

At last Rafa had to turn to the indifferent lady who seemed to be very knowledgeable.

"Ahem, Fili......"

Felihill seemed to want to find out if it was the woman's letter, so she took the letterhead.

"This is a royal ciphertext, Rafa you should have learned it. With just one glance, Felihill recognized the words.

"I... Forget ......" In his memory, Rafa would be quiet and learn this kind of thing, "Fili, can you understand?"

Felihill didn't answer, for the way she read the letterhead intently had already expressed the result.

"This is Freya's letter. Knowing the contents of the letter, Felihill secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Freya, who is that? Rafa's good old friend?" asked Shirley, who was still treating the birds, excitedly.

"Freya, the son of the Heavenly Family, the second princess of the Aura Empire, is ...... Rafa's own sister. "It seems that Hedda is the one who knows the empire best among the witches.

"Uh, sorry. It turned out that she was not an old friend, and Shirley playfully stuck out her tongue.

"What did she say?" Rafa almost didn't remember that Freya was his sister, but luckily Shirley asked in advance, so he didn't show up.

"She said you did a good job in Icefield City, and she will come to see you in person in a few days......" Felihill paused slightly, "... and me. ”

"I'm doing a good job? What does she mean?" Rafa suddenly panicked, did Freya know about him taking in the witch?

She didn't specify what it was. Felihill placed the letter on the table and looked at Rafa, "Maybe she means that it's good that you don't do anything bad." ”

"Ahem......" Although it is a bit hurtful, Rafa still has to say that Felihill's speculation about Freya is too accurate, because when he was in Byron City, Freya's standard for the absurd Rafa was "Don't do bad things is good." ”

"I heard that Freya, the second princess, is an upright person, and has never persecuted commoners or witches like other nobles. Hedda seems to be interested in Freya.

"Sorry...... I don't know much about her. Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Rafa was a little embarrassed, because in Rafa's memory, Freya had always been a stranger who looked like a cold big sister.

"She's a decent person, but as for her stance on witches, I think we'll have to wait until she's in Icefield City. Felihill reopened the note and said unhurriedly.

At this time, the little bird, which had been cured by Shirley, finally woke up, shook its wings, and began to chirp.

"What a beautiful bird. ”

Shirley held out her hand, and the golden-crested bird jumped obediently onto her finger.

Rafa was pondering whether to write a reply letter for the bird to take back, when the dull sound of a horn came through the glass.

Felihill and Rafa stood up without saying a word, and the two looked at each other as if they had a tacit understanding.

Rafa smiled, "I'll go." ”

Felihill watched him silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Hmm. ”