The witch left the hall as soon as she was finished talking and gave the two men no time to explain.
Roland turned his head slightly. "Can you tell what's going on?"
"Both sides are telling the truth," Nightingale whispered in his ear.
Roland pondered this for a bit and quickly guessed what had really happened. What was spoken truthfully wasn't necessarily the truth, but only what one thought was true. It seemed that the issue lay in their family history book.
"Since you came all this way from Longsong Stronghold, don't go back so soon. Stay in Ferlin's house for a couple of days and tour the scenery of this town." Roland turned to the confused Duke. "I'll try to reason with her, and maybe you will get to talk again."
"Is that... is that true?" The knight was shocked, but he bowed his head and said, "Then I must trouble Your Highness."
"By the way, where are the Magic Stones and ancient books that you brought?"
"There're more than ten boxes on our boat."
