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When the lights in the backyard were removed, Roland met the reported witch in his office.

She did not look very large, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, with slender hands and feet, a thin body, and obvious signs of malnutrition. Although it has been washed and groomed, the short light brown hair is still as yellow as straw. And the most striking thing is the black cloth eye patch on her face, even if it has been replaced with a new one, it looks extremely abrupt compared to her young facial features.

"Your Majesty, she is Momo. Wendy said.

This sound seemed to wake her up, and the girl hurriedly knelt down, trying to lower her head as low as possible, "Bye, greetings, your majesty the king"

"Pull her up. Roland put down the drawings in his hand and replied in a gentle tone, "Don't be nervous, this is not a formal occasion, there is no need to be so cautious." The reason I came to you is simple, I want you to use your power on me. ”

Mo Mo, who had regained his footing, suddenly showed a panicked expression, "Your Majesty...... This one...... I'm afraid ......"

"I know that not everyone is satisfied with their limits and even gets angry when they get an answer that doesn't agree with them. Roland relieved, "And I just want to know a result, whatever it is, I won't blame you, I can guarantee that." ”

As usual, this kind of thing should be put after Wendy has completed the ability test, but the other party's ability is too special, so he really can't hold back the curiosity in his heart In fact, he has always had a guess about Jieluo's soul battlefield, but he has never been able to confirm it.

And now, he finally waited for a chance to verify.

"Your Majesty......" Mo Mo gritted his teeth, "is it ...... Aren't you scared at all?"

Roland knew that if it was him before, he would never take the initiative to ask this kind of question, the so-called mediocre people are too disturbing, and knowing how long they can live is undoubtedly troublesome. But the more he stayed on the throne for one more day, the more he felt a great responsibility, and the mentality of the ordinary was no longer suitable for the present situation. If the other party's description is not wrong, predicting the age itself is an extremely valuable piece of information, and it can be called a "leak of heavenly secrets" in another world, and it would be a pity to treat it as a heavy burden.

However, even if these thoughts were spoken, the other party would not be able to understand them, so Roland just smiled, "No matter how scared I am, it won't exist anymore." ”

Momo clenched his fists and nodded after a long moment, "Since you asked for it...... Forgive me for being rude. ”

"Your Majesty," Wendy took a deep breath, "please allow me to retire first." ”

Roland stared at her for a moment, "...... I thought you and the scroll were the ones who wanted to know the most. ”

"I can't be as calm as you, but as the book says, whatever the outcome, we'll get your back to the end. ”

When the door closed, Roland tilted his head, "What about you?"

Momo was stunned.

"Do you need to say that?" and then the nightingale appeared behind her, startling the girl, "I want to know everything about you, whether it's good or bad. ”

It's really two people with very different personalities...... Roland chuckled, "Let's get started, then." ”

Momo's suspicious gaze went back and forth several times before the nightingale and him before he finally took off the blindfold as if he had made up his mind.

When she looked up again, a red glow appeared in her empty eye sockets.

The eyes that seemed to be made of magic looked particularly strange when reflected on the deep scars, and Roland could imagine that if it overlapped with the eyes in the future, this strange pupil would definitely be sought after by a large number of people, but in this era, it is not uncommon to be regarded as a demon's eye.

"How, do you see anything?"

Momo looked at Roland, then his eyes widened suddenly, and the red light kept beating, as if he was being plucked by an invisible wind. In less than a few seconds, the light quietly went out, and she took two steps back, slumping limply on the ground.

Roland noticed that beads of sweat were already on the other party's face.

"What's going on?" he stood up.

Nightingale rushed to Momo's side first, reaching out to support her, "This is ...... The after-effects of too much mana consumption. ”

"Could it be that this ability can only be seen by one person at a time?"

"No...... I've never seen anything like it before," Momo gasped, "as if there were many strings of numbers flickering, appearing and disappearing, and of completely different colors...... It wasn't until the end that that set of numbers was fixed. ”

"What is it?" asked Roland.

Mo Mo swallowed his saliva and replied with difficulty, "Seventeen...... Red. ”

"How so!" Nightingale was surprised.

Roland paused slightly in his heart Sure enough, his guess was not wrong, the soul battlefield can indeed allow the winner to get everything, but the premise is that the winner must have magic power. Whether it is longevity or ability, it must ultimately be achieved through magic, which gives the transcendent a strong physique, and also gives those large hybrid beasts the strength to support their bodies, without magic, nothing can be said.

But then again, seventeen years was even shorter than he imagined, although he had long known that the fourth prince's physique was not very good, but he didn't expect it to be so bad. Could it be that he spent too much time on the sound dog horse in his early years, so that he hollowed out his body?

"Or ...... I'll take a look at it again. Momo forced himself to stand up.

"No need, that's all for today. Roland waved his hand, "Excessive consumption of mana will make you fall into syncope, not to mention that there is no point in looking at it until you have figured out the details of your abilities." ”

"But Your Majesty"

"As I said, I just want to know a result, and you don't have to have any mental baggage. He stopped, "Go back and rest, starting tomorrow, Wendy will take you to the aptitude test and learn how to control the magic, if you want to rewatch it, it's not too late." Also, keep this matter a secret for me, okay?"

Mo Mo looked at him in surprise for a moment, then nodded vigorously as if he had just woken up from a dream.

After giving the girl to Wendy, Nightingale returned to the office and walked over to Roland, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Do you regret it?" he tilted his head.

"What are you kidding. Nightingale didn't breathe, "I never regret my decision." But you, what are you going to do in seventeen years?"

"It's better to know sooner rather than later, and it's a matter of whether this is the end result. Looking at the sporadic lights outside the window, Roland found that his mood was calmer than expected, "Not to mention that Tachira's soul container can retain consciousness, and when the magic is studied clearly, it may not be difficult to create a body again." ”

The premise is that "later" really exists. Nightingale frowned.

"That's right, so the first thing to do is to win the battle of divine will during this time. Roland said word by word.

There is no such thing as a fluke anymore.

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