The New Civilization of Witches

Chapter 107: Asking for his intentions

After dinner, Roland returned to his office to continue copying all the major mathematical knowledge from his mind onto the paper.

He was not endowed with unusually strong memories, nor did he forget that his memories would decline over time.

Because of his previous work, he often used mathematical and physical knowledge to complete his work.

However his knowledge of other subjects such as History, Geography, Biology, Chemistry and other classes, within a few years has declined back to the entry level.

Therefore, even though it was a little early, he still wanted to write down all of his knowledge, so that at least others could learn from him.

Every time he filled in a piece of paper, he gave the letter to Scroll, letting her read it.

As long as he looked at the contents, it was equivalent to preserving his work permanently.

Unfortunately, the ability of Scroll is only able to remember everything, although with all its contents does not mean he is capable of self-taught mathematics at High School.

So, whenever Roland had time, he would explain to him the knowledge he had read before.

Of course, with regards to teaching others, Roland liked it very much and thought that it was an interesting job.

Especially when he first saw the puzzled expression on Scroll's face, then his expression turned to concentration and suddenly turned into a conscious expression.

Every time he saw this look, he would feel a sense of accomplishment. However, Roland clearly knew that it also had something to do with his lesson target.

Although Scroll was already nearing the age of forty, but the aging of her face had been greatly slowed down by her magic.

The skin on her cheeks was still tight and had a healthy red touch, her hair was tied to the back of her head, giving her a mature and capable look.

The small crow's foot in the corner of his eye did not spoil his overall aesthetic appearance, but rather gave off the impression of someone with a stable temperament.

If he were placed in a movie, he would definitely give the impression of an elegant and versatile teacher.

Now, when he was able to make this "teacher" faint with his knowledge, his sense of contrast felt quite good.

Roland quietly asked himself, in the end, what is the magic in this world?

Magic was everywhere, whether it was in the depths of the Northern Slope Mine or in the Unpassable Mountains.

In the barbarian desert to our west or to the east within the Sea Wind Region. A magician will always be able to cast his extraordinary magic.

If I see magic as equal to energy, then the magicians are equal to power tools.

But magic power obviously has more possibilities to offer than electricity, it's more like the "origin" of all energy.

For example, Wendy once said that Cara can summon four different types of magic snakes: death, pain, petrification, and nothingness.

Each of them has a different kind of poison. Another example was Nightingale, her ability to enter into fog would almost distort space.

The magic abilities of the witches varied greatly, so other than being related to the origin of the world, Roland could not think of any more precise description.

To give a definition of origin, one must look at the universe and its rules.

In my previous world, Einstein determined the four fundamental forces of the universe and put them into a theoretical framework, called the grand unified theory.

In other words, what he did was discover the origin of the universe. If one were to discover rules in the universe, could these rules be applied in every universe?

Up to this point, Roland could not help but ask, if he were to return to his former world, whether there would be the same power, if there were to be,

however, since they did not have a magician who could access this power, that power was simply ignored by the magicians.

the populace? No matter what, right now Roland could only think about it. After all, with the current level of technology, he was unable to analyze this power any closer.

So promoting the industrial revolution and promoting the standards of civilization, was the most important work for him.

Maybe someday, that power can not only be used by witches with direct access to its origin –

turning it into a kind of energy, which could be used for different types of effects at the same time, just thinking about it made him feel extremely excited.

"Your Majesty?

When Scroll saw the Prince immersed in his thoughts with a drunken expression on his face, she could not help but speak.

"Well," said Roland,

slowly returning from his mind, after coughing twice timidly, he glanced at the burning candle and told her,

"That's enough for today, come back tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Scroll bowed once, but when she was already on her way out of the room, she subconsciously slowed down her steps.

after half a minute Roland did not hear the sound of the door closing, he raised his head in confusion. Seeing that he was still standing in the doorway, he asked.

“Is there anything else?”

"Your Majesty ..." Scroll hesitated for a moment but then she said. “I want to ask you.”

"Ask freely." Roland nodded and put down his quill pen and instead raised his cup and drank some tea.

There was actually no problem with the witches, that is, if one were to look for them, one could show that they were not confident enough.

always be ready to escape back into it even if the grass is only driven by the wind.

It would be better if they were no longer so afraid and would act more freely.

Roland's estimation was that the question, would be the usual one, why are you willing to host us?

Aren't you afraid of threats from the church and the like?

Nightingale and Wendy had asked this kind of question many times, so she could not count it anymore.

But since Scroll was in an earnest mood, she naturally had to give him a serious answer.

So they can feel her honest best friend like a treat, giving them the feeling of being surrounded by the warm spring breeze.

“Is....is it possible that you will marry a witch?”

"Pfft," Roland almost spouted tea from his mouth.

“Eh, why are you asking that?”

"I ..." Scroll opened her mouth, but in the end, she was still unable to answer him.

To marry a witch?

At the thought of this question, the first person that came to his mind was Anna.

Ever since he had met her in the cage, and he had seen a pair of lakes like blue eyes, he had left a deep impression in his heart.

Before their awakening, the witches were just ordinary human women, but after that, their abilities made them superior.

And the same could be said about the appearance of their bodies, both of them were superior to ordinary women.

If he were to place them in modern society, they would definitely be the focus of everyone's attention.

Is there a reason why I should doubt?

It didn't happen - He looked at Scroll and replied with a smile:

"Why not?"

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On the way back to her room, Wendy rubbed her aching shoulder.

My chest is too big, it only causes problems. Especially when I have to live on my little sheet roof in the Little City.

I had to raise my hand when I called out to the wind, but when I did, I also had to bend backwards, otherwise I would lose balance.

Compared to the first trial, Little Town had obtained a number of improvements.

For example, he gets a simple shed at his workplace, both to withstand wind and rain, but also to avoid exposure to sunlight.

Another improvement is that the bark of the tree is now fastened around the hull, used to reduce the impact force that enters when landing at a port.

In addition, both sides of the ship are now equipped with two cement beams, to facilitate the fastening of the ship with hemp rope.

And after almost a month of training, his ability to control the wind became much better.

Now, regardless of whether the ship was stable or not, he could always control the level of the wind, letting it blow sooner or later.

He had also learned to use the existing wind to adjust his own magic consumption, so that in the end he could summon his wind for a longer period of time.

Nightingale who came home before Wendy had finished her bath and was now sitting in her pajamas by the bedside waiting for Wendy's return.

But when Wendy saw him, it seemed like there was something strange, Nightingale had an irresistible smile on her face

“What good happened to you?” ask Wendy.

But then shook his head without saying anything, only with his smile deepening.

Wendy pursed her lips, after their conversation a few nights ago, Nightingale's mood wasn't very good, but after the creation of the new card game it somewhat improved again.

But today, how could he smile? Where did the expressionless Shadow Killer from Silver City go?

Without getting a response, Wendy took off her clothes and stepped into a bucket of hot water.

Most likely, he had won a good card today.

TN: Today we learned three things the game

cards are the reason for everything

Nightingale is the ultimate stalker

It was time for Roland to introduce modern underwear