Release that Witch - Chapter 1174

[Chapter 1148 The Returning Butler]

“Hey… Roland…” Nightingale’s voice brought him back from his thoughts, “Are you okay?”

“Uh, what’s wrong with me?” Roland cleared his throat.

“Looking at the blueprint in a daze, with an ugly face—is there any bad news on it?”

“No, maybe it’s just that I’m thinking too much.” Roland shook his head and briefly explained his guess. “If the world is really like this, it would be too hopeless.”

A problem that cannot be ignored is that thousands of years is really a very short period for life.

Where were the humans when the Radiant and the Stickman were fighting to the death?

Where is the devil?

If the battle of divine will lasts indefinitely, what about the civilization that won divine will before?

No matter how tragic the war is, there will always be a winner.

But why are they also missing?

Thinking of this, Roland felt that the road ahead was much more difficult.

“So that’s how it is…” Nightingale said thoughtfully, “But even if your guess is completely correct, I don’t think there is a solution.”

Roland looked at her unexpectedly, “What way?”

“Let me tell you first, I’m not Anna, so I can’t say anything, it’s just a personal idea, don’t laugh, understand.”

“Promise not to laugh.”

Nightingale stuffed a piece of dried fish into her mouth, “First of all, I have to admit that this is not a problem that can be reversed in one or two generations, right? So the most important thing is to pass on the news until the time is right.”

“Hmm…that makes sense,” Roland nodded, “and then?”

“There is no more.”

“Huh?” He was slightly taken aback.

“Because that has nothing to do with us.” Nightingale said as a matter of course, “Human life is so limited, it is not easy to complete the responsibilities of this life, so why bother about the future. As for those people, what can we do?” If you can’t succeed, it is their responsibility, even if you want to grow old, it is meaningless.”

He couldn’t help grinning the corners of his mouth… Is this consolation?

But no matter what, such a simple, straightforward and clear-cut thinking is indeed the opponent’s style.

“Are you going to laugh at my short-sightedness?” Nightingale squinted.

“No.” Roland immediately closed the corners of his mouth, “You think very thoroughly.”

“That’s about the same.” She raised her head and said with a little pride, “And if you are worried that the latecomers are not capable enough to take on this responsibility, you can still share it with other ethnic groups.”

“Sharing? How?”

“Building ruins to record the “truth” of the Battle of God’s Will—this is also a way to deliver news.

Didn’t you discover the existence of the Radiant and the Stickman from the murals of the Temple of the Damned?

Build a few more strong underground fortresses around Graycastle, and engrave paintings on the walls to warn other civilized groups participating in the war. If the time is long enough, I think there will always be one or two races who can wait until the time is right. moment.

”

Roland couldn’t help being stunned. Not only could Nightingale’s words not be short-sighted, but they could even be called extremely far-reaching.

If human beings are completely destroyed in the fate-determining war, and the continuation is cut off, it does not mean that they have withdrawn from the stage.

Using this method to pass on ideas, as long as there is a winner who jumps out of the frame, human civilization will inevitably be recorded in the annals of history.

Maybe even she herself didn’t realize the meaning contained in this method.

After a while, Roland shook his head with a smile and poured her a cup of chaos drink, “With your head, it’s pretty good to think of this.”

“The first half of the sentence can be omitted.” Although Nightingale said so, she still took the cup without hesitation.

Indeed, that is the last and most helpless means.

he thought.

However, if possible, he hopes that human beings can become recorders, rather than a recorded symbol.

After calling Sean and entrusting him with the stone flakes in the package to Celine, Roland devoted himself to the day’s work.

In the afternoon, the man he had been waiting for came to the castle.

Camilla Darry, the butler of Sleeping Island.

The strange thing is that she didn’t go with Tilly, and she didn’t show any signs of grooming, and she still kept a dusty appearance.

This shows that the other party is likely to come straight to the castle as soon as they get off the boat, and they haven’t even been to Maleficent.

A bad premonition faintly rose in Roland’s heart.

“You just arrived in Neverwinter?” He personally brewed a cup of tea for Camilla, “Thank you for your hard work. Is Thunder’s expedition going well?”

The latter gulped down the tea and almost choked on the water, “Cough…cough cough, something happened to the Shadow Islands, Joan, she… disappeared!”

“Disappeared?” Roland’s heart sank, and he couldn’t help but exchanged glances with Nightingale, “Tell me slowly what happened.”

“…The process is probably like this.” Camilla took half an hour to tell the whole incident, “We waited outside the sea for two days, but we still couldn’t wait for Joan to come back. Lei Ting said that only you may know, What exactly happened to Joan under the water. The distorted scene, the floating pillar island…is it really something that can exist in reality?”

Such a thing can happen!

Roland couldn’t help rubbing his forehead. The more he understood the world, the more weird he could feel it. Before, he felt that the dream was full of incongruities, but now it seems that reality is not much better.

The elongated stone pillars and sea fish do not seem to be caused by external forces from the description. One obvious evidence is that before Joan was pulled into the deep sea, Camilla saw her fingers grow suddenly.

If it was pulled out abruptly, the butler in the state of spiritual resonance would definitely feel unbearable pain.

But in fact, neither Joan nor Camilla felt any physical discomfort.

The only thing he could think of was that the space was distorted.

As bizarre as it sounded, and without any evidence, he knew he had to say something.

The reason why Camilla didn’t go to Tilly first, and didn’t report back after recovering from fatigue, was obviously because she couldn’t wait to know about Joan’s safety.

Judging from her bloodshot eyes, maybe she didn’t get a good night’s sleep along the way. To make Camilla so anxious, besides worrying, I’m afraid there is also a lot of self-blame.

In other words, even if it is nonsense, we must make up something.

Fortunately, there is an example of the “sea line” perpendicular to the sea surface, no matter how much he talks about it, he will not be too exaggerated.

Roland rubbed his forehead, pondered for a long time before saying, “I think Thunder’s decision is correct.”

Camilla immediately raised her head, “You also think that Joan is still alive?”

“Well, and she may have gone east of the sea line.”

“In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles away, is this… really possible?”

“I’m just guessing. First of all, the water level of the entire Shadow Sea has indeed dropped, right? This change can even affect the ebb and flow of the fjord islands. The amount of water must be astonishing. Then, the drop Where did the sea water go?” Roland picked up a quill and drew a circle on the paper, “I guess it’s the east side of the sea line.”

Camilla thought for a while, “Thunder seems to have said that the sea water near the sea line does indeed flow westward.”

“Because if you don’t replenish it, as long as there are two or three ebb tides, the vortex sea will dry up.” Roland then drew a second circle, the distance between the two circles is about a palm, “The problem is, if it is transported from one place to another Poured out again and again, then the sea water should be in bursts. But the fact is that the water flow is constantly moving-to achieve this, it must pass through two circles in an instant. So… what is the fastest path strip?”

Camilla stretched out her hand uncertainly, and gestured between the two circles, “Go straight?”

“Theoretically, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com” Roland added a straight line to the two circles, “but there is another possibility.” Then he folded the paper so that the two circles overlapped, “So As soon as it arrives, it arrives in an instant.”

Camilla took a breath, “This—how is it possible?”

“It is indeed beyond common sense, but if it is caused by magic power, it cannot be judged by common sense. For example, Nightingale can also achieve short-distance teleportation, and can also pass through obstacles that ordinary people cannot overcome. The effect is not much different from this. ”

“…” The butler fell silent for a while.

“In addition, although this is only a hypothesis, the phenomenon you mentioned is very intriguing.” Roland inserted the nib into the circle, “For example, the pen reached from the front circle to the back circle in the blink of an eye, but it actually still This journey was completed in a straight line—in other words, from the outside world, the fish covered a distance of 10,000 miles in almost one breath, what kind of scene do you think you will see?”

Camilla murmured, “Sh… shrink?”

“That’s right, the visual rules of near, large, and far are still in effect, so I think it’s not that the fish is elongated, but that its body is already thousands of miles away from you, so it naturally looks thinner and longer. ”

“Huh…” She let out a long breath, and finally relaxed, “If the sea is also outside the circle over there, Joan should be able to survive.”

Roland nodded.

“Thank you…” Camilla seemed to want to say something more, but she suddenly tilted her body and fell to the ground.

Nightingale helped her up in time.

“She’s probably just tired.”

“Send her to the Witch Building to rest, and I’ll send someone to notify Tilly.”

“Understood.” Nightingale slipped into the mist with Camilla in her arms.

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