This explanation was a bit far-fetched, but Anna and the book were unable to detect any more problems for a while.

When he woke up, his body temperature, breathing, and pulse were at normal levels, and even Roland himself was strange, and the dizziness came without warning, as if he had suddenly been cut off from consciousness, and the road from the northern slope of the mountain to the castle was completely blank.

During the examination, he also learned about the situation after fainting from the mouth of the book.

Several people heard Anna's cries, but did not witness him fall—the moment Roland lost consciousness, the nightingale pulled both of them into the fog at the same time. Anna then came forward to explain that it was just an exclamation when she almost slipped, and covered up the incident without danger.

As for where His Majesty the King went, there was no particular concern. After all, Nightingale's strength has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is almost impossible to hurt Roland from her hand. Therefore, as long as she is guarding, Roland does not need to be accompanied by the personal guard at all times. Besides, the King of the Grey Keep did not need to be informed of his itinerary, and it was normal for His Majesty to be one step ahead of the rest of the radio communication test if the radio communication test was a success.

Because of this, only Anna, Shujuan, and Nightingale were the only ones who stayed by his side, and even the other members of the Witch League did not know about it.

Hearing this, Roland was finally relieved.

It has to be said that Nightingale made the most correct choice at a critical time. Now that the affairs of the entire Grey Castle are tied to him, and there are strong enemies to fight outside, the upper and lower levels must maintain a high degree of consistency in order to fight their way out in the battle of divine will. If he falls at this time, it will inevitably bring an element of instability. Even if it was only a brief coma, people couldn't help but speculate about his physical condition.

The best way to deal with this is when it didn't happen.

"Thanks to you. Roland smiled at the nightingale.

The latter didn't take the opportunity to ask for a few bottles of Chaos Drink as usual, but replied in a low voice, "No, it's nothing...... It's fine if you're okay. ”

After eating the food from the kitchen, it was just after eight o'clock in the evening.

Roland had planned to go to the office again to revise the blueprints of the Skyfire, but was pushed back to bed by Anna on the grounds that the patient was just going to have a good rest. In desperation, he had no choice but to comply, and even canceled the night's dream trip - after all, this sudden coma made him a little weak, and the tragedy had occurred because of the long hours of overtime, and it was not a bad thing to rest for a while.

After saying goodnight, the three of them walked out of the room in turn.

When the door was closed, the room was suddenly covered in night, and only the faint city lights outside the window reflected the small pieces of glass in the cracks of the curtain cloth.

About a quarter of an hour later, Roland heard a rustling sound.

In the quiet and windless bedroom, the velvet curtain feet shook slightly.

He turned his head to see a dark shadow appear at the window, blocking the only source of light. The shimmer behind him traces its silhouette with a thin silver edge.

Such a scene makes people feel inexplicably nostalgic.

Roland sat up and said unsurprisingly, "Now can you tell me what happened?"

The dark shadow walked to the window, revealing her beautiful curly hair.

It was the nightingale.

"You know I'm coming?" she froze.

"You're not like that in normal times. Roland shook his head with a smile, took out the glowing magic stone from the bedside table, and put it in the lamp trough, and the soft yellow light suddenly illuminated the entire room. "Your expression just now is almost like writing your thoughts on your face. ”

"Then Anna, she ......," Nightingale subconsciously covered her face.

"I guess she noticed it too? That's why she left me in the bedroom. Roland let out a sigh, "But since she didn't take the initiative to ask, it is tantamount to acquiescing in your judgment on the matter—if you feel that you can't let others know, she probably won't ask again." ”

This is undoubtedly a form of trust.

The nightingale had a complicated look in her eyes.

"I'm honestly curious too. Roland continued, "Words like feeling good and feeling free are not lies made up to comfort you, but my true feelings. You can hear that, but why did you still look worried? What are you worried about?"

She lowered her eyelids, "It's not just three people who know you're unconscious. ”

"More than three?"

"Nanawa is no longer in Winter, and Lily has not been able to heal her wounds, and no one can even determine your condition at the time. Nightingale said slowly, "In a hurry, I thought of a person...... Although she is helpless about the specific symptoms, she is at least able to make a holistic judgment. So I hid it from Anna and took her into the bedroom. ”

"...... you mean"

"Momo. ”

Roland's heart jumped, this is indeed an extremely suitable candidate, and the longevity trend itself can tell a lot. The nightingale was able to clear his mind and find the right way to deal with such a chaotic situation, which was undoubtedly much more mature than before. However, thinking of the other party's preoccupied appearance, he vaguely felt that it might not be a good result.

"What did Momo see?"

“...... Fourteen," the nightingale stared at him for a long time before whispering back, "the number has changed from seventeen to fourteen. ”

"Shortened...... Three years?" Roland couldn't help but frown. This is also a bit unbelievable, if the symptoms worsen, there should always be some signs. But he did feel energetic now, let alone sick.

Nightingale seemed to guess what he thought, "not sickness, not fatigue...... I've checked a sample of criminals in the mining area, and none of them match yours. It is obviously not the norm to reduce the time of three years in a few months, otherwise the actual time of these four or five years is equivalent to a reduction of thirty or forty years. It can only be from the very recent. ”

It's really possible to say that, Roland touched his chin and said, "But I haven't encountered anything special lately......

"No, there is one. Nightingale leaned down, "Maybe you didn't notice it yourself, but I know better than anyone else - in the past few months, you have entered the dream world several times more than before, and I can't think of any other reason!" She reached out to hold Roland's palm, and her tone changed slightly, "Promise me, don't enter the dream world again, okay!"

I see, Roland couldn't help but be surprised. That's right, the biggest change in the past few months has probably been the dream world - it's not the number of entries that counts, but the cores of the Nature's forces that have been absorbed. According to Arashi, dreams expand as their magic grows until they invade the realm of the gods. He didn't know what the realm of consciousness would eventually become, but he clearly felt the process of self-enrichment of a world.

And as a creator closely connected to it, it seems reasonable that the pressure on him has increased dramatically.

Now that I think about it, Arashi's solemn mention of "time is running out" at that time may not only be referring to the will of the gods, but also alluding to his situation.