It wasn't like a prison, Isabella thought, if she didn't look down at the shackles on her wrists and feet.
Ever since she told them that the cage built by the Stone of God’s Punishment was invalid for her, she was transferred to an ordinary bedroom guarded by the guards.
After moving to the western border of Grayburg, her cell did not change much, neither feeling damp and cold, nor seeing the rotten dirty water flowing wildly.
In the empty room, in addition to a bed and a bench, there is also a small compartment as a toilet.
The windows were sealed with iron bars, but they did not prevent the warm sunlight from coming in. In general, it was much better than the secret prison of the secret ministry.
Isabella thought she would suffer some normal prisoners of war treatment, especially the outstanding appearance of the witch, which was easy to attract extra covetousness, but nothing happened outside the door. It was true that there were guards at all times, but no one touched the room in the middle of the night, nor was there any humiliation or beating. They would hardly say a word except for delivering meals on time every day.
The Union witch, who claimed to be from more than four hundred years ago, would often come to see her, and a blonde witch shrouded in the shadow of a hood was accompanied by.
No matter what they asked, Isabella would answer truthfully, and even asked the two for paper and pen and pen, and when she was free, she copied some secret history or devil documents she had seen in the Temple Library.
During this period, there was no torture and questioning as she had expected. It could be seen that the blonde witch wanted to cause trouble for her, but every time she answered the question in detail, the other party left coldly again, which made her quite puzzled.
Of course, Isabella would not think that these witches were so naive that they believed whatever they said. Judging from the reactions of the two during the interrogation, at least one of them could identify lies.
Could the blonde witch be waiting for her to lie before she can take action?
This is exactly what confused her and wants to punish her countless excuses, or there is no need to find an explanation at all, so why bother so much?
However, as the days passed, her heart was sinking day by day.
It has been almost two months, why has Roland Wimbledon never appeared?
The answer can only be two, either the king has not yet awakened, or the other party does not intend to come to see her at all.
No matter which one it is, it is not good news for Isabella.
Perhaps when she finished expounding everything she knew, what was waiting for her was verdict and execution.
Although she was willing to give everything to fight the devil and had no complaints about this result, the days when she waited for death to approach would still make her feel exhausted.
Isabella sighed, dragged her shackles to the edge of the bed, lifted up her quill, and clumsily spread a new piece of white paper on her legs to finish what she remembered earlier, and she should be able to get relief sooner.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the house.
The voice was a little messy, obviously more than two people.
Isabella's heart trembled slightly.
The door was pushed open, she put down her pen and turned her head, and found that in addition to the two common witches, there was also a gray-haired man.
If the information is correct, he should be the fourth prince of the Wimbledon family, now the King of Graycastle.
Roland Wimbledon wakes up?
Or did you come here to make a verdict on her?
Isabella stood up and saluted slightly.
I thought you wouldn't come to see me anymore.She said with a calm expression.
You are Isabella who made the Stone of Divine Punishment I wear work... It's not that I wanted to deliberately delay it until now, just because I had a long dream and woke up not long ago.The other party's peaceful tone surprised her, and the content surprised her even more. In my dream, I fought with the pure one and finally won, but as she said, the winner won everything, whether it was knowledge or skills.
This is impossible!Isabella couldn't help but blurt out.
Why?Roland asked with great interest, "It's not that a man cannot awaken as a witch, so he can't inherit everything from her?"
It has nothing to do with men and women. She shook her head. The spoils that the winner of the soul battlefield can obtain are memory and lifespan. This is something that everyone has. The witch's unique abilities cannot be absorbed, and the magic cannot grow out of thin air. Otherwise, Jieluo would have swallowed me long ago.In other words, creatures with these two points must be included in the soul battlefield.
What do you mean...and creatures that she cannot invade?
Of course, animals without intelligence cannot enter the soul battlefield, Isabella explained that even if they win, they cannot understand human memory.
That may also be due to race differences.
As far as I know, among the thousands of souls she devoured, there are also devils and mixed evil beasts.She sighed, but these things happened before I was born, and I mentioned them when I was chatting with her.
The three people on the opposite side couldn't help but look at each other, the devil and... the evil beast?
Why didn't you say it before?The blonde witch asked.
Because this news will only deepen your concerns and will not help solve the problem, Isabella said slowly. Even Jieluo felt that the memory of aliens was too crazy and would cause a huge burden on herself. She never made similar attempts since then.
This is interesting. The king not only did not show a fearful look, but instead raised the corners of his mouth. By the way, has Jieluo mentioned to you what are the endings of losers in the soul battlefield?
It completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Is there no difference?He raised his eyebrows and said, for example, the result of those who take the initiative to surrender and those who swear to resist to the death is the same?
No matter which one it is, it will disappear, but... Isabe replied thoughtfully, Jieluo seemed to have said that the memories she absorbed were divided into two types.
Which two types?Roland seemed to be particularly interested in this issue.
One is chaotic and remnant, which will have an impact on Jieluo herself, while the other is complete and placed there for her to look through. She paused. The former is more difficult to recall and is more likely to be forgotten... At that time, she just mentioned it casually, and I didn't ask too much, but this is the first time I have seen a situation like you that I don't accept any memory at all.
This time, the silence lasted for a long time. The other party closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was thinking about an extremely complex question, and his brows frowned without any concealment.
After about half a quarter of an hour, he let out a long sigh, so that's it.
What did he understand?
Although Isabella was curious, she did not ask.
She knows her identity.
Now, it's time to talk about you, Roland continued.
Ever since she told them that the cage built by the Stone of God’s Punishment was invalid for her, she was transferred to an ordinary bedroom guarded by the guards.
After moving to the western border of Grayburg, her cell did not change much, neither feeling damp and cold, nor seeing the rotten dirty water flowing wildly.
In the empty room, in addition to a bed and a bench, there is also a small compartment as a toilet.
The windows were sealed with iron bars, but they did not prevent the warm sunlight from coming in. In general, it was much better than the secret prison of the secret ministry.
Isabella thought she would suffer some normal prisoners of war treatment, especially the outstanding appearance of the witch, which was easy to attract extra covetousness, but nothing happened outside the door. It was true that there were guards at all times, but no one touched the room in the middle of the night, nor was there any humiliation or beating. They would hardly say a word except for delivering meals on time every day.
The Union witch, who claimed to be from more than four hundred years ago, would often come to see her, and a blonde witch shrouded in the shadow of a hood was accompanied by.
No matter what they asked, Isabella would answer truthfully, and even asked the two for paper and pen and pen, and when she was free, she copied some secret history or devil documents she had seen in the Temple Library.
During this period, there was no torture and questioning as she had expected. It could be seen that the blonde witch wanted to cause trouble for her, but every time she answered the question in detail, the other party left coldly again, which made her quite puzzled.
Of course, Isabella would not think that these witches were so naive that they believed whatever they said. Judging from the reactions of the two during the interrogation, at least one of them could identify lies.
Could the blonde witch be waiting for her to lie before she can take action?
This is exactly what confused her and wants to punish her countless excuses, or there is no need to find an explanation at all, so why bother so much?
However, as the days passed, her heart was sinking day by day.
It has been almost two months, why has Roland Wimbledon never appeared?
The answer can only be two, either the king has not yet awakened, or the other party does not intend to come to see her at all.
No matter which one it is, it is not good news for Isabella.
Perhaps when she finished expounding everything she knew, what was waiting for her was verdict and execution.
Although she was willing to give everything to fight the devil and had no complaints about this result, the days when she waited for death to approach would still make her feel exhausted.
Isabella sighed, dragged her shackles to the edge of the bed, lifted up her quill, and clumsily spread a new piece of white paper on her legs to finish what she remembered earlier, and she should be able to get relief sooner.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the house.
The voice was a little messy, obviously more than two people.
Isabella's heart trembled slightly.
The door was pushed open, she put down her pen and turned her head, and found that in addition to the two common witches, there was also a gray-haired man.
If the information is correct, he should be the fourth prince of the Wimbledon family, now the King of Graycastle.
Roland Wimbledon wakes up?
Or did you come here to make a verdict on her?
Isabella stood up and saluted slightly.
I thought you wouldn't come to see me anymore.She said with a calm expression.
You are Isabella who made the Stone of Divine Punishment I wear work... It's not that I wanted to deliberately delay it until now, just because I had a long dream and woke up not long ago.The other party's peaceful tone surprised her, and the content surprised her even more. In my dream, I fought with the pure one and finally won, but as she said, the winner won everything, whether it was knowledge or skills.
This is impossible!Isabella couldn't help but blurt out.
Why?Roland asked with great interest, "It's not that a man cannot awaken as a witch, so he can't inherit everything from her?"
It has nothing to do with men and women. She shook her head. The spoils that the winner of the soul battlefield can obtain are memory and lifespan. This is something that everyone has. The witch's unique abilities cannot be absorbed, and the magic cannot grow out of thin air. Otherwise, Jieluo would have swallowed me long ago.In other words, creatures with these two points must be included in the soul battlefield.
What do you mean...and creatures that she cannot invade?
Of course, animals without intelligence cannot enter the soul battlefield, Isabella explained that even if they win, they cannot understand human memory.
That may also be due to race differences.
As far as I know, among the thousands of souls she devoured, there are also devils and mixed evil beasts.She sighed, but these things happened before I was born, and I mentioned them when I was chatting with her.
The three people on the opposite side couldn't help but look at each other, the devil and... the evil beast?
Why didn't you say it before?The blonde witch asked.
Because this news will only deepen your concerns and will not help solve the problem, Isabella said slowly. Even Jieluo felt that the memory of aliens was too crazy and would cause a huge burden on herself. She never made similar attempts since then.
This is interesting. The king not only did not show a fearful look, but instead raised the corners of his mouth. By the way, has Jieluo mentioned to you what are the endings of losers in the soul battlefield?
It completely disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Is there no difference?He raised his eyebrows and said, for example, the result of those who take the initiative to surrender and those who swear to resist to the death is the same?
No matter which one it is, it will disappear, but... Isabe replied thoughtfully, Jieluo seemed to have said that the memories she absorbed were divided into two types.
Which two types?Roland seemed to be particularly interested in this issue.
One is chaotic and remnant, which will have an impact on Jieluo herself, while the other is complete and placed there for her to look through. She paused. The former is more difficult to recall and is more likely to be forgotten... At that time, she just mentioned it casually, and I didn't ask too much, but this is the first time I have seen a situation like you that I don't accept any memory at all.
This time, the silence lasted for a long time. The other party closed his eyes and said nothing, as if he was thinking about an extremely complex question, and his brows frowned without any concealment.
After about half a quarter of an hour, he let out a long sigh, so that's it.
What did he understand?
Although Isabella was curious, she did not ask.
She knows her identity.
Now, it's time to talk about you, Roland continued.
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