He locked himself in his room for the rest of the time and recalled this world. He had his dinner brought in by servants.
With a strong desire to survive, Roland suppressed his fear and discomfort with the unfamiliar environment after crossing over. He knew very well that if he could get more information as soon as possible, he could reduce the risk of being exposed.
It must be said that the fourth prince had nothing else in his mind except hanging out with that group of young masters. Roland could not recall any valuable information over and over again - such as the nobility's experience, political situation, and diplomacy with neighboring countries. As for some basic common sense, such as city names and the years of major events, he was also unable to connect them with the European history he knew.
It seems that this person is absolutely out of the throne. Perhaps the King of Graycastle also knows this, so he threw him into such a hellhole - even if he lets his temper run wild, it won't cause much damage.
And those brothers and sisters... Roland thought about it for a while, and he could only laugh and cry.
The eldest brother is strong in martial arts, the second brother is very insidious, the third sister is fierce, and the fifth sister is too smart. This is the impression left by the fourth prince before. What should he say? After more than ten years of getting along, the final impression can be summarized in just a few words. What forces they have cultivated, who are their capable subordinates, what they are good at, etc., are all unknown.
It has only been three months since he came to the border town, and the nobles here have no longer concealed their contempt, which shows that the fourth prince is indeed not suitable for being a leader. Fortunately, when leaving the royal city, Wimbledon III also sent two people, one civil and one military, to assist him, otherwise it would be a smear.
The next morning, the maid Tyr repeatedly reminded Roland that the minister's assistant wanted to see her. It seemed that he could not delay any longer. He touched the maid's buttocks twice according to the routine he remembered. The maid Tyr took the initiative to kneel in front of him, unbuttoned her clothes, and gently took the erect penis into her mouth. As experienced as she was, Roland shot Tyr's mouth in less than five minutes. After she cleaned up, he asked her to inform Barov to wait in the living room.
Seeing Tyr walk out of the door with a red face, Roland suddenly remembered that since it was farming, would there be a system or something? He yawned and silently recited the system dozens of times in his mind, but nothing happened.
Sure enough, novels are all lies.
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Barov, who was waiting in the reception room, had been fidgeting for a long time. When he saw Roland, he came forward and asked, "Your Highness, why didn't you order the execution yesterday?"
"What does it matter if it's one day earlier or later?" Roland clapped his hands and told the servants to serve breakfast. "Sit down and talk slowly."
It seemed to match the impression in his memory. He thought that the chief knight always liked to question in person when encountering problems, while the minister's assistant would explain it to him privately. In any case, the loyalty of the two to him was reliable - although it was very likely for the sake of the king.
"A day later might attract other witches, Your Highness! This is different from the previous trivial matters. We can't just do whatever we want!"
"Why do you say that too?" Roland frowned and asked, "I thought you could tell the difference between rumors and facts."
Barov looked confused, "What rumors?"
"Evil witches, messengers of the devil," Roland said indifferently, "Isn't this all propaganda from the church? If you don't want them to interfere here, I think it's better to do the opposite. They promote the idea that witches are evil, but we don't hunt witches, and we have to tell the people in the territory that these are shameless rumors spread by the church."
Barov was stunned, "But...but witches are indeed..."
"Really evil?" Roland asked back, "For example?"
The assistant minister was silent for a moment, as if wondering if the prince was deliberately making fun of him, "Your Highness, this kind of problem can be discussed later. I know you don't like the church, but this kind of resistance will only backfire."
It seems that changing the inherent ideas cannot be done overnight. Roland curled his lips, but didn't continue to care about this.
At this time, breakfast was placed on the table, a plate of fried bread slices, a plate of fried eggs, and a can of milk. He first filled a cup for the minister's assistant and pushed it to him.
"You haven't eaten yet? Let's talk while you eat." According to the maid, Barov rushed to the palace to ask for an audience at dawn, and he should not have eaten yet. Although he decided to imitate the way the fourth prince acted, he had to start with changes. The minister's assistant was a good target. He thought that if you let your subordinates feel that you value them, they will be more motivated to work for you.
Subjective initiative has always been the most efficient, isn't it?
Barov took the cup but didn't drink it. He said anxiously, "Your Highness, we are in trouble. Three days ago, the guards reported that a camp suspected of witches was found in the western forest. They left in a hurry and did not clean up the remaining traces. The guards found this in the camp."
He took out a coin from his arms and placed it in front of Roland.
It was not a common currency. At least in Roland's memory, he had never seen such a currency - it didn't even look like a metal product.
Holding it in his hand, he was surprised to find that the thing was heating up. It was definitely not the residual heat from the minister's assistant. The temperature was at least 40 degrees. This moment reminded him of the hot pack.
"What is this?"
"I thought it was just an evil thing made by a witch, but it's more serious than I thought," Barov wiped his forehead, "The pattern on it... is the seal of the Holy Mountain and the Magic Eye, which is the emblem of the Witches' Union."
Roland stroked the uneven surface of the coin and guessed that it was probably made of ceramic. There was indeed a "mountain" pattern engraved in the center of the coin - three triangles in parallel, with an eye in the center of the triangle. The outline of the pattern was very rough, and it should have been hand-polished.
He recalled the two terms "Holy Mountain and Magic Eye" and "Witches' Union", but did not find any relevant information. It seems that the fourth prince has zero points in mysticism.
Barov did not expect Roland to know. He continued, "Your Highness, you have never seen a real witch, so you don't take them seriously. It is true that they can get hurt and bleed, and they are not harder to kill than ordinary people, but they are witches who cannot resist. The life span of witches inspired by the devil will become very short, but they will also gain terrible power that ordinary people cannot match. Once witches reach adulthood, even the army will pay a heavy price. Their desires are almost uncontrollable, and they will eventually degenerate into the minions of the devil."
"The church therefore formed the Judgment Army. If a woman is found to be likely to become a witch, she can be arrested and executed. The king also agrees with this. In fact, these measures are very effective. There are fewer incidents of witches rampaging than a hundred years ago. The rumors of the Holy Mountain, or the Gate of Hell, come from ancient books of that era."
Roland gnawed on the bread, sneering in his heart. Although the background of this world is very different from what he knows, the trajectory of historical development is still surprisingly similar. The church, the church again, he knows that religion is the minions of the devil and the real source of evil. Execution if signs are found? To make laws, arrest, judge, and execute people in the name of God is a kind of depravity.
"Ancient books record that witches can only find true peace by going to the Holy Mountain. There is no backlash from magic, and they will not be trapped by skyrocketing desires. There is no doubt that the so-called Holy Mountain in the book must be the birthplace of evil and the entrance to hell. I think only hell will not punish these degenerates."
"What about the Witches' Mutual Aid Association? What does it have to do with the Holy Mountain?"
Barov said with a bitter face. "Before, whether witches fled or lived in seclusion, they all acted alone. But the Mutual Aid Association that appeared in recent years is different. It wants to gather all witches together to find the Holy Mountain together. For this purpose, people in the Mutual Aid Association will even take the initiative to lure others to become witches. Didn't the collective disappearance of baby girls occur in the Blue Water Harbor the year before? There are rumors that they did it."