Release that Witch Chapter 639: Isabella

This is not like a captivity, Isabella thought, if you don't look down at the shackles on your wrists and feet.

Since telling them that the cage built by God Punishment Stone does not work for her, she is transferred to a regular bedroom guarded by a guard. After migrating to Greycastle Western Region, her "cell" did not change much, neither was there a sense of dampness and coldness, nor did she see the rancid and dirty water flowing freely. In addition to a bed and a bench in the empty room, there is also a small compartment for the toilet. The windows were sealed by iron bars, but it did not prevent the warm sunlight from coming in. Overall, it was better than the secret prison of Pivotal Secret Institution.

Isabella thought that he would suffer some "normal" POW treatment, especially witch's outstanding appearance would easily attract extra puppets, but nothing happened. It was indeed guarded at all times outside the -- door, but no one touched it at night There was no humiliation or beating in the room. Apart from delivering meals on time every day, they hardly said a word.

The Federation witch, who claims to be from more than 400 years ago, will come to see her often, accompanied by a blonde witch shrouded in the shadow of Hood. No matter what they ask, Isabella will be true answer, and even she asked for a pen and paper, and when she was free, she copied some secret history or Devil documents she saw in the temple library.

During this period, she did not expect the torture and torture she expected. It can be seen that the blonde witch wanted to trouble her, but after each detailed answer question, the other party left cold face, which made her quite puzzled. .

Isabella certainly does not think that this group of witch is naive enough to believe what they say. From the reaction of the two during the interrogation, at least one person can identify lie. Blonde witch Is it possible is waiting for her to lie before she starts? This is exactly where her confusion -- wants to punish her, and there are numerous excuses, or no need to find excuses, why bother?

But as the day goes by, her heart sinks day by day.

It's been almost two months, why hasn't Roland Wimbledon ever appeared?

The answer can only be two. Either King hasn't recovered yet, or the other party doesn't plan to see her at all. Either way, it is not good news for Isabella. Perhaps when she explained everything she knew, what was waiting for her was sentence and execution.

Although she is willing to give everything to fight against Devil, and has no complaints about this result, waiting for the day when death is approaching will still make her feel exhausted.

Isabella sighed, dragged the shackles to the bed, raised the quill pen, and clumsily rolled out a new White Paper -- on her leg to finish writing what she remembered earlier, and it should be able to usher in relief sooner.

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the room.

The sound is a little messy, obviously more than two.

Isabella's heart trembled slightly.

The door was pushed open. She lowered her pen and turned her head. It was found that in addition to the two common witchs, there was an additional ash-grey hair man. If the information is correct, he should be the Fourth Prince of the Wimbledon family, and now the King of Greycastle.

Roland Wimbledon wake up?

Or did she come here to pronounce her?

Isabella stood up and saluted slightly.

"I thought you wouldn't come to see me," she said in a calm expression.

"You are the Isabella that made the God Punishment Stone that I wore out of use ... I don't want to drag it on purposely now, just because I had a long dream, I just woke up not long ago." The other party's peaceful tone made her loud She was surprised, and the content surprised her even more. "In the dream, I fought with Pure One and finally won the victory, but not as she said, the winner won everything --, whether it was knowledge or skill. "

"This impossible!" Isabella could not help blurting out.

"Why?" Roland asked with interest, "It can't be that a man cannot wake up to witch, so he can't inherit everything from her?"

"It has nothing to do with men and women," she shook her head. "The trophy that the winner of Soul Battlefield can get is memory and lifespan. This is something that everyone has, and witch's unique ability cannot be absorbed. magic power cannot grow out of thin air , Otherwise Zero would have swallowed me up. In other words, a creature who has both of these points can be included in Soul Battlefield. "

"You mean ... and the creature she can't invade?"

"Of course, animals without intelligence cannot enter Soul Battlefield," Isabella explained, "even if they win, they cannot understand human memory."

"It may also be caused by different races."

"As far as I know, among the thousands of souls she has devoured, there are Devil and Evil Beast Hybrid(s)." She sighed, "but these things happened before I was born and I chatted with her. "

Three people can't help but look at each other, "Devil and ... Evil Beast?"

"Why didn't you say it before?" blonde witch asked.

"Because this news will only deepen your concerns and will not help solve the problem," Isabella said slowly. "Even Zero, I also feel that memory of strange species is too crazy and will cause a great burden on itself. She has never done anything similar after that. "

"It's a bit interesting," King not only did not show the expression of fear, but raised his lips, "Yes, has Zero mentioned to you, what are the outcomes of the losers in Soul Battlefield?"

"To disappear completely, as if it never existed."

"Is there any difference?" he raised an eyebrow. "For example, those who surrender actively and swear by resistance will have the same result?"

"Either way, it will disappear, but ..." Isabelle thought about answer. "Zero seems to have said that there are two types of memory that she absorbs."

"Which two?" Roland seemed to be particularly interested in this question.

"One is chaotic and residual conscious and will affect Zero itself, while the other is complete and placed there for her to look at," she paused, "the former recalls It ’s more difficult, and it ’s easier to be forgotten ... She just mentioned it at the time, I did n’t ask much, but situation like you do n’t accept a trace of memory at all, I still saw it for the first time. >

This time the silence lasted longer, the other party closed his eyes for a long time and didn't speak, it seemed to be thinking about an extremely complicated problem, and his brows frowned unabashedly. After about half an hour, he was released a long breath, "So that's it."

What did he figure out?

Isabella was curious, but didn't ask.

She knows who she is.

"Now, it's time to talk to you," Roland continued.