Chapter 195 Answer

Roland wondered for a moment if he had heard it wrong, "What?"

Scroll bit his lip and repeated it again. ( ?［{[Bayi Chinese{ 〕>>>>?]>>〕]〉

This time, he was sure that it wasn't his hearing problem. Could it be that the witch cared so much about his marital problems? "Are you sure that witches are infertile? Is it because of... some reason, which led to a wrong understanding? For example, the previous holy mountain."

"I hope so too," she sighed, "Unfortunately, many examples have confirmed this point. Whether it is getting along with ordinary people normally or being forced by others, there are no examples of witches giving birth—they don't have any, other witches The organization has never heard of it."

"Reproductive isolation"... Such a word came to Roland's mind. Could it be that witches have completely surpassed ordinary people and become new humans, so that they cannot conceive offspring with old humans? Or is this phenomenon caused by the accumulation of magic power in the body?

But now was not the time to get to the bottom of it, he thought, the point was its impact. Will this hinder my desire to marry a witch?

Roland thought of Anna first.

Although it is a pity that he cannot raise offspring with Anna, the premise that he likes children is based on his love for Anna, and not having children will not reduce this love. And for him with a modern soul, the relationship between offspring and him is far less important than the blood inheritance emphasized by the ancients. As a separate living entity, he does not regard the child as his continuation—the latter cannot inherit thoughts or memories, but an independent person.

So emotionally, he can completely accept that witches are infertile.

Then there is only an obstacle in reality - the problem of heirs. However, this is still not a difficult task for Roland, who has a long history. He just needs to build an empire that does not need an heir. There are many options for implementing this, and he can think about it later.

On the whole, Roland was surprised to find that this was actually great news.

How to build a social framework in which new human witches and ordinary people can live in peace and progress together is a question he has been thinking about since he talked with Nightingale. But he found that even with God's Stone of Retaliation, as long as time is long enough, witches and their descendants will always form a stronger group - even if technology develops to allow ordinary people to use magic, it still cannot make up for witches' intelligence, An overall leading edge in memory and thinking speed.

And now he was told that witches were barren. This largely avoided the formation of family groups, weakened the gap between the witch group and ordinary people, and at the same time allowed him to see the hope of the two working together.

Perhaps because she had been thinking for too long, Nightingale couldn't help but grabbed his arm.

Roland recovered from his thoughts, he patted the back of the other's hand comfortingly, cleared his throat and said, "I thought so before, and I still think so now."

"..." Scroll was stunned for a moment, "What?"

The hand on the arm tightened instantly.

Roland couldn't help laughing out loud. He wondered if he heard it wrong before. Is it the other party's turn now? He coughed twice, and said again: "I still think so——I am willing to marry a witch."

...

Scroll's expression was very strange when he left, as if he was satisfied, but also slightly sad, Roland was confused.

He had no choice but to ask Nightingale beside him, "Is she alright?"

The latter did not answer, but looked at Roland with a smile. The sunlight outside the window reflected on her fair face and soft head, which was so bright that it made one's heart beat.

"Okay," Roland looked away, "Just pretend that you are all in a good mood."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office, "Your Highness, a knight came from Longsong Fortress, and he said he has information to give you."

"Take him to the living room, I'll be there later."

When the prince walked into the hall, the knight immediately stepped over, knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Pelor told me to tell you that Timothy Wimbledon sent a group of envoys, and they have arrived at Longsong Fortress."

"The envoys?" Roland pondered, "How many of them are there?"

"A total of about fifty people."

That seems to be dissuading the team, he thought, if it was just a diplomatic means, it would not hurt him at all, "When did they arrive?"

"Yesterday morning," the knight said in a deep voice, "Master Pei Luo told me to hurry up and inform you of the news as soon as possible."

It only took one day, and I'm afraid they were on their way at night holding torches, "Thank you for your hard work, take a good rest before returning." Roland looked at the guard and confessed, "Give him a golden dragon and take him to the hotel."

After the knight left, Roland wanted to put the matter aside. After all, a team of fifty people poses no threat to the town. If it's just for negotiation, just let the team leader come in. But thinking that since Pei Luo treated it with such caution, it would be better for him to keep track of the whereabouts of the envoys at any time.

Thinking of this, he summoned Lightning and Maggie, and asked them to fly to the fortress along the way to check the situation.

An hour later, the two witches completed their investigation and returned to the castle.

"Nothing," Lightning reported, "I didn't see a cavalry team of fifty on the road, not even a single knight."

"I didn't see a goo!" Maggie confirmed.

It seems that after their long journey to the big city, they need to find some fun for themselves and relieve their tired bodies. Roland felt relieved, "Before the arrival of the envoys, you will scout along the road once a day." He paused, "By the way, how is the map you drew before?"

"About a few hundred pieces have been put together, and they can almost fill Soraya's room," Lightning said. "She has moved the map to the backyard now, do you want to go and have a look?"

"Okay," Roland said with a smile.

The backyard of the castle has been turned into a botanical garden. Since Sean brought back the crop seeds from Port Clearwater, the things grown here have become even more strange. And in order to save land and flower beds, the leaves set up a wooden frame in the sky, allowing many plants to grow around the frame like grape vines, and even climbed half of the wall of the castle. Now there are grapes, apples, wheat, and sugar cane hanging on the wall behind the castle. When the witches are free, they will gather in the backyard and break some fruits and sugar cane off the wall to eat. It's a pity that these crops can only grow under the magic of the leaves, so they can only be regarded as experimental products that are not completely successful.

The map was placed in the center of the courtyard, covering five or six square meters, and was made up of pieces of parchment.

"We're right here," Lightning wrapped his arm around Roland's waist, slowly lifted him up, and floated above the map, "Did you see that gray-brown square the size of a palm? From the sky, Borderlands That's what the town looks like."

"The blue places to the east and south...could it be the sea?"

"Yes, but you have to climb a section of mountains to get there."

Roland's heart trembled slightly. It would be normal to say that the wild land is dozens of times wider than Graycastle, but he did not expect that when the complete big map was fully displayed in front of him, the western region would appear so narrow. There are Impassable Mountains in front and the sea in the back, just like a borderland caught in a natural danger. No... not just the Western Territory, he filled in the undrawn parts in his mind. If the Impassable Mountains that divide the continent are regarded as a wall, Graycastle, and even the entire "Continent", are just behind the wall a small piece of land.

... (To be continued.)