Roland swallowed the last slice of fried egg, wiped his mouth with a napkin, "After saying so much, it turns out that you are worried that the witch, Tongsuke, would come and save her when she heard the news that she was not dead?"

"That's right, Your Highness," said Barofton, "they were in a hurry and were on the road. It would be fine if the witch died, but now she is still alive! Those lunatics even steal babies, and they would not let a fallen companion go."

Roland was a little confused. He always felt something was wrong. Why did the assistant minister and the chief knight feel like they were facing a great enemy when talking about witches?

The woman who was about to be hanged was a witch? She was so thin that she seemed to fall down as soon as the wind blew. If she had terrible power, why would she still stand there and be slaughtered? No, she would not be caught at all. According to the church, she is the incarnation of the devil. In addition to the Judgment Army, the army of mortals would also pay a heavy price in front of the witch. However, this devil was captured by the residents of the border town and tortured in every way until she was sent to the gallows, and the terrible power was not seen.

"How did she get caught?"

"I heard that it was a landslide in the Beipo mining area. She exposed her identity in order to escape and was caught by angry villagers."

Roland thought about it, well, this incident has an impression, it happened the day before he traveled through time.

“How to expose it?”

"I don't know much about this," the assistant minister shook his head. "The situation was very chaotic at that time. Someone probably saw her using witchcraft."

Roland frowned, "You don't investigate this kind of thing clearly?"

"Your Highness, restoring production in the mining area is a priority," protested the assistant minister. "Half of the fiscal revenue of Border Town relies on this iron ore, and the prosecutor also confirmed that someone died of witchcraft at the scene."

"What kind of witchcraft?" Roland became interested.

"It was melted, and the head and most of the body were spread on the ground, which reminded people of the burning black candle," the other party looked disgusted, "Your Highness, you wouldn't want to see such a scene."

Roland played with the silver fork in his hand, thinking. Historically, most of the victims hunted by witches were innocent, and they were used as tools for venting anger by the church and ignorant people, while a small number of them were committed to death. These people dressed themselves up in a strange way, throwing various strange materials into the pot all day long, claiming that they could predict the future and conclude life and death.

And they did figure out some tricks, such as using the flame color reaction to claim that they have gained the power of the gods.

In the eyes of modern people, these are all chemical tricks, but at that time, they were easily misrepresented as incredible phenomena.

As for melting people, Roland thought of chromic acid cleaning solution at the first time, but this thing was troublesome to prepare. It required the human body to be completely soaked. The effect of corpse transformation is far from that of candles, and other strong acids are even worse.

So how did this witch do this?

If she relies on alchemy, she would be a rare chemist in the territory, if not...

When Roland thought of this, he made up his mind.

"Take me to see her."

"Wait... wait, Your Highness, are you going to see a witch?" Barov stood up in panic and knocked over the glass of undrinkable milk.

"Yes, this is an order." Roland turned around and smiled at the assistant minister. He was really grateful to the fourth prince for his unreasonable style.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly paused, "By the way, I kept asking, why is it hanging?"

"What?"

"Why is it hanging? Shouldn't witches be tied to the stake and burned to death?"

Barov's face was puzzled, "Is that true? But she is not afraid of the flames."

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There is only one dungeon in Bianfeng Town, and barren land cannot afford to support too many prisoners. Most criminals face trials within a few days of living in - either release or execution.

In addition to Barov, the chief knight, warden, prison chief and two guards were also following the prince into the dungeon.

There are four layers of dungeons, and the walls are made of hard granite. When Roland came to this place for the first time, he noticed that the downward passage became narrower and the number of cells was also shrinking. It was probably because he dug out a large pit of inverted cones and then built up them layer by layer with stones, he thought.

This rough project naturally does not have good drainage measures. The ground is wet, and the turbid sewage flows like this, seeping down the stairs.

The witch was locked at the bottom of the dungeon, and every time he went down the floor, the fishy smell in the air became stronger.

"Your Highness, you do this too dangerously. Even if she is trapped by the God's Punishment Lock, she cannot guarantee her safety."

The person who spoke was Carter Lannis. The chief knight rushed over immediately after knowing that the prince was going to visit the witch and dissuaded him without stopping. Moreover, the king's order was invalid for him - he refused to accept any orders that ignored the prince's life and wanted him to leave.

He clearly has a cool and handsome face, but why is he a chatterbox? Roland really wants to ask someone to sew his mouth. "How can he have the courage to defeat evil if he doesn't dare to face evil? I thought you understand this."

"Fighting evil requires doing what you can, recklessness does not mean courage."

"That is to say, justice can be achieved when encountering enemies who are weaker than you, but you should turn a blind eye to those who are stronger than you?"

"No, Your Highness, I mean..."

"I was afraid of witch robbery before, but now I am afraid of seeing a little girl. My chief knight is really unique."

Although the Knight talks a lot, he is not good at making a strong argument. When he meets the powerful Roland, the verbal cannon, he is naturally powerless to resist. Taking advantage of this skill, the group has arrived at the bottom of the dungeon.

The area here is much smaller than the above floors, with only two prison cells in total.

The prisoner lit the torch on the wall, and the darkness faded, and Roland saw the witch curled in the corner.

It is late autumn now, and the temperature in the dungeon is so low that people can see the white breath he exhales. He is wearing a fluffy coat with a silk lining inside, so he naturally doesn't feel cold. But the other party only has a single coat, which cannot completely wrap his body. His arms and soles exposed outside are frozen to the point of blood.

The sudden light of fire made her turn her head and her eyes closed slightly. But soon, she opened her eyes again and looked directly at her.

It was a pair of light blue eyes, as calm as a lake before the rainstorm came. There was no fear on her face, nor did it see anger and hatred.

Roland had an illusion, as if he was not seeing a weak little girl, but was devouring the shadow of the flames. For a moment, he felt that the light of the torch on the wall was dimmed a little.

She tried to stand up against the wall, as if she was about to fall down at any time. But in the end she stood up completely and staggered from the corner to a place where the light could cover.

Just such a simple action made the crowd suck and took two steps back, only the Knights dodged in front of him.

"What's your name?" Roland patted the Knight on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't have to be so nervous.
Chapter completed!