I take the witch with me to conquer the world

On the way home, Roland said to the girl beside him: "Nim, you will stay with me for a few days, but you will leave after three days when your injury improves."

Don't think that this cold-faced priest has an idea. The reason why he brought the animal-eared girl back was simply because the lustful banshee possessed Nimue, causing her body and soul to be injured. So I simply took her back and took care of her for three days, and then sent her away after her injuries recovered.

Nimu stopped, her tail hanging low behind her, and she said uneasily: "Master... doesn't want Nimu anymore?"

This title made Roland frown. He leaned down and looked at Nimue and said seriously: "Nimue, I told you, don't call me master. You can call me Roland or Father Roland." Corrected the title again. , he said: "I will make a living for you within the city, you don't have to worry about your life."

Please don't doubt that when Roland rescued these people in the past, he would also help deal with their future livelihood problems. Helping Nim was not special.

Nimu's eyes dodge and her voice is very low: "But...but..."

"Don't be afraid." Roland encouraged.

"They don't like Nimue..." The voice was still small, but Roland heard it. He looked at the thin Nimue and her extremely eye-catching dog ears.

For a moment, Roland was at a loss for words. This racial prejudice was difficult for him to correct. He could only say: "Don't be afraid, I will help Nim find a family that doesn't hate Nim."

"Can Roland not abandon Nimue? Nimue can cook, clean housework, and wash clothes..." Nimu whispered, her head lowered, not daring to look at Roland.

Roland was a little helpless. He didn't know why this girl clung to him. He was really not good at this type of person. As a devout priest, he could not accept anyone helping him with washing, cooking, and cleaning the house. In his opinion, these are symbols of extravagance and inner corruption. As a clergyman, he should reject these.

Roland changed the subject, but in his heart he was still determined to make Nimue leave him. This decision would not change just because of her words, and it will not change in the future!

Back home, Roland's home was also very simple. There was a sofa, a table and matching chairs in a small room, but nothing else. He pointed to the room and said: "This is the living room, over there is the bathroom, where you can take a bath, and over there is the bedroom."

After introducing the situation at home, he took Nim to the bathroom, pointed to the water pipe and asked, "Do you know how to use it? If you can, you take a bath first, and I'll buy you some clothes."

Seeing Nimue nodding slightly, Roland left the room and went to buy clothes for Nimue.

……

After shopping for clothes, he returned home, but as soon as he opened the door, Roland saw Nim standing naked at the door, looking at him with brown eyes without blinking.

He frowned, looked at Nim's unwavering eyes and asked, "Why aren't you wearing clothes?"

But Nim said matter-of-factly: "My body has been washed, but my clothes are too dirty to wear."

"Then why don't you go to the room and find my clothes to wear? Aren't you cold like this?"

"You can't enter Lord...Roland's room." Hearing this, Roland had a headache. He really couldn't deal with such a girl.

Handing the selected clothes to Nim, in order to prevent the girl from changing clothes in front of him, he said: "Go to my room and change."

"it is good."

……

By the time Nim had changed her clothes and came out, Roland had already put the dinner he bought on the table. He didn't cook, so he bought breakfast from the vendors and ate lunch and dinner at the church.

Looking at Nimue, Roland said calmly: "Come on, eat." Nimue nodded, and with Roland's frown on his face, he took his own portion and hid in the corner of the room to eat.

Roland sighed. He understood what Nimue's abnormal behavior was. He rebuked the group of slave traders and said to Nimue: "Nimue, come to the table to eat."

"But……"

"This is an order." Roland didn't like using this method, but he had no other choice.

Looking at Nimue sitting obediently on the chair, Roland had a headache. He felt that it was very difficult for him to get Nimue out of the habit developed by slave traders.

"Nim, listen, from today on, you are no longer a slave, you are a free man. You no longer have to be afraid of those hateful traffickers. You can speak loudly, serve meals, and do not have to follow those hateful traffickers. Face me with my teachings." Roland said seriously.

Nim nodded hesitantly. Seeing this, Roland was very satisfied.

……

After eating, Roland went into the bathroom to take a bath. Nim looked at Roland's back. After a while, she took off the clothes Roland bought for her and entered the bathroom naked.

Roland looked at the trembling petite figure and was speechless. He was just practicing asceticism and not a fool. Naturally, he understood what he meant.

"Ro... Roland... needs to be subdued..." Nim said tremblingly.

"No need, get out." Roland said coldly.

As if she was startled by Roland's tone, Nim trembled and muttered: "Yes..."

When Nim left the bathroom, Roland rubbed his eyebrows. He thought his words just now worked, but now it seems that he underestimated the slave traders...

After taking a shower, Roland looked at Nim sitting obediently on the chair and couldn't help but sigh. He always felt that those slave traders had wiped out the girl's soul, and now Nimue was just a moving and talking tool.

"Nimu." He called Nimue softly, trying to make his expression look as soft as possible.

"I want to tell you something..."

……

The next day, outside the royal capital of Elras, Fang Sheng rode a horse and stood in front of the slave workers and criminals, waiting for the arrival of the saint.

Not long after, Saint Angel came over riding a pure white horse. Fang Sheng looked at the horse. He always felt that this horse could challenge him alone?

He did not doubt his own feeling, and felt that the white horse under the saint's crotch was not very simple.

Sure enough, there was no need for the saint to pull the reins, and the white horse stopped in front of Fang Sheng very intelligently.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty." Fang Sheng sat on his horse and saluted Angel. Although his status did not require him to salute her, Fang Sheng still saluted her in front of the public.

"Mian...there is no need to be polite, Mr. Knight." Angel responded in time and did not call out to Mian, but said to Fang Sheng reservedly.

Now the people have arrived. In addition to the two of them plus the saint, there are also two hundred soldiers accompanying them. So Fang Sheng looked at Angel and said, "Your Majesty, please get into the carriage. We will go to Helagt City later."

The saint hesitated for a moment, then said something to the white horse on her crotch, then obediently dismounted and entered the carriage.

The white horse came to the carriage by itself, snorted, and the black horse pulling the carriage actually lay down.

Then Fang Sheng felt the white horse looking at him. He was speechless for a while. He dismounted and came to the black horse. He took off the rope from the black horse and pulled it out.

"Is that all right?"

White Horse snorted, indicating that he was very satisfied.