Use a death row prisoner to go to the gallows instead of Anna, and use the witch's innocent resistance to the church to seek the throne as a preliminary persuasion for Barov
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There was a shed in the back garden of the castle, which was covered with wooden boards, leaving only two holes for windows.
In the center of the shed was a square pool made of blue bricks, about three meters long and wide, filled with loess. After adding a proper amount of water, it was not only difficult to burn, but also had a certain plasticity, and a small shovel could be used to dig out the ideal shape. There were also a few iron ingots piled on the loess - these were dragged from the blacksmith shop by Katranis.
There was a well next to the pool, and Roland had people build the shed here because of this.
However, as a laboratory, this place was still too simple. He shook his head. Something that was put together in one night was naturally not ideal. The formal workshop had to wait until Barov collected the information before the site could be selected and construction could begin.
"How was it? Did you sleep well last night?"
He turned around and looked at Anna, who looked confused, and asked with a smile.
The witch now looked completely different from how she looked in prison. After careful washing, her flaxen shoulder-length hair was smooth and shiny. Although her skin had not been maintained, it was still smooth and tender because of her youth. The light freckles on her nose added a touch of youthful vitality. Her figure was still thin and her slender body seemed to fall down with a push, but her cheeks were rosy, and the bruises and marks on her neck were much lighter than yesterday. Roland suspected that the magic power not only gave witches magical powers, but also improved their physical fitness. At least in terms of recovery ability, Anna was much faster than ordinary people.
"You should have been allowed to rest for a few more days after experiencing so many terrible things, but time is really tight, so I have to make it up to you later." Roland walked around the girl, "Does this dress fit you?"
The clothes Anna was wearing were carefully selected from a variety of options by him to satisfy his bad taste. The full-body protective suit of the iron smelter was too heavy and did not fit her. Although the wizard robes in the game look high-end, their movements are restricted everywhere. The corners of the robes that are fully covered can easily be stained with sparks and turned into ashes. As for the maid costume, hey, is there anything more suitable than this?
Even if the real maid costume has not yet appeared in this world, it is not a big problem. The maid's work clothes have already formed the prototype of the maid costume in later generations. So Roland directly asked Tyr to cut his own set of clothes according to Anna's body shape, shorten the skirt, change the long sleeves to short sleeves, change the round neck to a folded neck, and tie a bow, and the new witch uniform was born.
With a pointed witch hat (custom-made), black long boots (ready-made), and a short cape that does not reach the knees (custom-made), a character that could only be seen in movies in the past stood in front of Roland.
It's a pity that there are no stockings, otherwise it would be great with black stockings or pantyhose! But looking at the snow-white thighs between the skirt and the long boots, Roland felt that he could do it too!
"Your Highness, what do you need me to do?"
Anna couldn't really follow the thoughts of the great man in front of her. She felt that she was about to lose the ability to think. When she was put into a bag and dragged away in the dungeon, she thought that this cursed life would soon be freed. But after taking off the hood, Anna found that what she saw was not a gallows or a guillotine, but a magnificent house. Then a bunch of people rushed in, undressed her and bathed her. From her armpits to the gaps between her toes, to the most private parts of her vagina and back garden, they were all turned over and cleaned.
Then she changed her clothes. She didn't expect that she needed someone to serve her when she was dressed, and she didn't expect that clothes could be so comfortable - they were soft and attached to her body, and she couldn't feel any friction.
The last person to come in was an old man with a white beard. After he ordered everyone to leave, he placed a contract in front of her. At this moment, she realized that the person who said he hired her in the prison was actually the fourth prince of the kingdom, and the words of employment were not a joke. The contract clearly stated that if she worked for the prince, she would be paid a gold royal every month.
Anna knew what a gold dragon meant. Her father worked in the mine all day long, and his salary was determined by the amount of ore he produced. When the harvest was the best, he could only get one silver dragon. And one hundred silver dragons could be exchanged for one gold dragon, and it also depended on whether the silver dragon was of good quality.
So, what was her job? To sleep with the prince? Anna did hear the maids whispering about this when she was bathing, but she didn't think she was worth it. A bloodline eroded by the devil, an unclean person who had fallen into depravity... Anyone who knew her true identity would avoid her, especially since her body had been raped many times. Even when the prince came to the cell, the jailer was raping her. Moreover, even if the prince was so curious, he would not be afraid of the devil, and he didn't need to pay her anything.
No one came to see her that night, and she fell asleep - it was the softest bed Anna had ever slept on in her life, so she fell asleep as soon as she lay on it. When she opened her eyes the next day, it was already noon, and lunch was delivered to the room by a special person, including bread, cheese and a steak. She had clearly planned to die - if someone had decided to give up even their own life, what would they miss about this world? That was what she had originally thought. But after putting the steak into her mouth, Anna couldn't help but burst into tears.
The gravy and pepper mixed together and melted in her mouth. The strong spicy flavor mixed with a hint of sweetness repeatedly hit her taste buds, and it still filled her mouth after she swallowed it... She suddenly felt that there were still some beautiful things in this world.
If she could eat such food every day, she would have more courage to resist even when the evil demons were corroding her body, right?
Standing in this wooden shed that looked neither like a palace nor a cage, she secretly made up her mind. Since the other party needed it, she was willing to give it a try, whether it was wearing such strange clothes, summoning that incredible power, or satisfying the other party's strange wishes. So she repeated the question again, but this time she didn't hesitate.
"Your Highness, what do you need me to do?
" "For now, you have to control your power and practice it repeatedly until you can send and receive it freely. "
You mean the devil's--"
"No, no, Miss Anna," Roland interrupted, "it's your power."
The witch blinked her beautiful blue eyes.
"Most people in the world are prejudiced against you, thinking that witches' power comes from the devil and is extremely evil. In fact, they are wrong," Roland squatted down and looked at the other person at eye level, "and you don't think so either, right?"
He remembered Anna's chuckle in the dungeon. How could a person who thought he was evil make such a mocking laugh?
"I have never used it to hurt anyone," she whispered, "except that robber."
"It's not a mistake to resist aggression. You did the right thing. People are afraid of you because they don't understand you-they know that constant training can make a strong warrior, but they don't know how to become a witch. Unknown power always makes people afraid."
"You are not afraid at all," Anna said.
"Because I know it belongs to you," Roland laughed, "If that robber also has such amazing power, I dare not stand in front of him. "
Well, let's get started," he said