Release that Witch Chapter 419: Conviction

The smoke cleared and the woods returned to calm.

witch's long braids are scattered like white flowers under the body.

The hot blood was flowing freely from behind, and quickly formed a circle of dark red puddles. The blood slowly dipped into the ground, turning into hard and cold mud, and the air smelled of iron.

Nightingale squatted down, unbuttoned the veil on witch's face, and found that this face looked unexpectedly young, and should be similar in age, except that the scars on both eyes destroyed the overall beauty. Her eyes were burnt red The iron was repeatedly hot, and the skin was brownish red, and the contours of the eyes had been lost.

This is undoubtedly caused by the day after tomorrow. Nightingale has lightly touched the scars covered with folds. As for whether she suffered before she became witch or whether she suffered after playing for Church, it is unknown. However, these are no longer important. From this moment, she can no longer hurt more witch, and does not have to endure other tortures.

Searched Holy Envoy all over, and pulled out a letter, a seal, and an emblem from the pocket of her robe-lined pocket. The emblem pattern is a circle divided into crosses, with a fist clenched in the center.

Besides that, she didn't carry more items, whether it was gold royal or jewelry.

Maybe she hasn't enjoyed anything in her life, Nightingale can't help thinking.

"Hey, see what I've caught," Lightning's voice came from mid-air, she raised head, saw the little girl flying over with a struggling man, and then threw him to the ground.

The other uttered a sore hum, rolled over twice, and seemed to want to get up, but his hands and feet were tied, and he could only helplessly twist back and forth on the ground.

Looking at this man's dress, it should be God's Officer or the priest sitting in another carriage.

"What about Macy?"

"She directed Ash to chase those Judgement Army who fled," Lightning walked to Holy Envoy, "This is the witch cultivated by Church?"

"Yeah," Nightingale whispered, "She won't hunt us anymore."

"Looking at her, it's hard to believe that she would consider us an enemy that must be killed ..." the little girl sighed.

"Without Church, none of this would happen," Nightingale stared coldly at the captured man, who saw witch lying in a pool of blood, his eyes stared at once, trying to say something, just because Cloths stuck in the mouth and unable to speak.

She pulled out a cloth strip, "Do you have anything to justify?"

"cough cough ... you, you actually killed Bishop Tayfun's Pure One, the daring Devil, sooner or later you will be hung by Church in the mouth of city gate for crows to eat!"

"Even if we didn't kill her, it wasn't much better to be caught by Church," said Nightingale. "And compared to this, you are better off worrying about your situation."

"Even if I die, I will be redeemed by gods, and you will only sink into **** and be tortured by eternal life!" he shouted loudly.

"That's why I'm gagging his mouth," Lightning handed out.

Nightingale plugged the cloth strips back, "Leave it to the temple to dispose, listen to him, Iron Axe is very good at interrogating such people."

...

It was the afternoon when Macy was carried by two Sleeping Island witch, Ash leapt from the back of the monster, and landed firmly beside Nightingale, "Are you not injured?"

"It went well," she shook her head, "how about you?"

"Naturally, none of them ran away," Ash smiled proudly.

"She is dead?" Andrea glanced at Holy Envoy after landing, "I thought you would save her a life."

"The enemy is witch. Any hesitation and carelessness is extremely dangerous behavior," Ash said with a lip, "instead it is me, and impossible will keep her alive."

"Well, you have no sympathy for the same kind."

"She is not our kind, but a puppet controlled by Church," Exceed said indifferently. "Furthermore, the kind is sometimes more cruel than different type. At least I have not seen Evil Beast or Devil. Captives, tortured for years and years. "

She took off her blood-stained gloves and handed them to Nightingale after she said, "Your actions and performances are amazing. At this point, you are doing exactly the right thing."

"..." The latter watched her for a moment before holding her hand, "Thank you."

It turned out that even someone like her would comfort herself, Nightingale thought, probably not wanting to make herself feel too much burden to kill an witch.

Lightning also pressed his hand over, "I think this victory is worth celebrating."

Then Macy, "Goo!"

Andrea rolled his eyes and pressed the last hand on everyone's hand. "I have to explain, if it's only your hand, I don't want to touch it at all, it's for Nightingale's sake."

"Okay, I know," Ash raised an eyebrow.

Then five people raised their hands together into the sky, like a firm tower standing in the cold wind of Lingying.

...

In addition to collecting the information carried by the envoy group, they also need to bury the traces of the battle. The group spent two days in the woodland before handling these chores properly. It was three days after they returned to Border Town.

Landing in the back garden of the castle, Nightingale was immediately surrounded by sisters.

"I heard that you were injured? Where is the wound?" Nana said.

"She has been waiting for you for a long time, why did she come back now," Lily complained.

"Do you ... feel pain now?" Lucia asked eagerly.

"This batch of herbs is made by me, which can stop bleeding and swell. The effect should be good, right?" Leaf laughed.

"You are too cautious, and one will dare to run into the church and run around. I'm afraid I won't have such good luck next time!" This is the voice of Wendy.

"Forget it, just come back safely." This is Scroll.

Looking at their concerns, Nightingale sincerely felt the warmth of bottom of heart. She doesn't know what kind of life Church supports witch, but she knows what it looks like in Witch Union. No doubt this is where she deserves everything.

She then saw His Highness Roland.

Lightning has rushed into his arms, sticking to him like a gecko.

Macy also flew over and lay on Roland's shoulders, rubbing his cheek.

Nightingale, although she really wanted to do this, but she knew that she was no longer a child. She resisted the urge to hug each other. She walked to His Royal Highness and smiled, "I am back."

"Yeah, I have been waiting for you for a long time," the Prince's smile is still familiar as before. "Take a hot bath first, take a good rest. I put several packages of honey juice roasted dried fish in the office drawer."

"Yeah, I will not be polite."

Nightingale raised his mouth.

She was convinced again that she was doing the right thing.

(To be continued., Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-11-1404: 05: 32