After taking care of his business in the evening, Roland returned to his bedroom and found Anna sorting her clothes, with a large suitcase beside her.

"Uh...... What are you doing here?"

"Don't you know it when you look at it? She patted the folded clothes in the closet, "I'm ready to go far." ”

"Then Neverwinter is going to shut down," Roland half-jokingly said, "Is it really good for the Minister of Industry to just say goodbye?"

"Rest assured, except for a few finished products such as steam turbines and reinforced piston machines, the factory is now basically able to produce, and the pass rate is low at most. And the members of the Strange Objects Society that you brought back are all quite talented, so it won't be a big problem for them to take care of the department. ”

"Wait......" Roland suddenly noticed that something was wrong, the clothes Anna picked out were basically all simple and durable, and there were no silk dresses and skirts that she usually wore on banquets or other formal occasions, and it didn't look like a joke, "Where are you going?"

"Floating Island, with you. "You're not going to wait for the outcome of the front line in Neverwinter, do you?" I can see that you've already made a decision after talking to the three Tachiras. What's more, it is far more convenient to go to the bottomless realm from the air than to walk the continental spine, and there is a good reason why you don't come back. ”

"This can't be done," Roland subconsciously vetoed, "Let's not talk about the decisive battle with the main force of the devil, no one knows what is in the bottomless realm." And listening to Hekzod, it has been occupied by the Heaven and Sea Realm, and you don't know how risky this trip is."

"Smack. ”

Anna reached out her hands, patted him on the face, forcibly straightened the shaking head, and then rubbed his cheeks, "Of course I know. That's why it's because it's clear. ”

The voice is not high, and there is even a feeling of tenderness, but as long as you look into her eyes, you can understand that this matter cannot be refused.

For a moment, the other person overlapped with the same appearance as when they first met.

At that time, Anna was still childish, and had nothing but ability, but even so, it was extremely difficult to change what she had made up her mind about.

Roland had to make a final attempt, "You are different from the past now, as a queen, it is not mature to leave everything in Neverwinter to take this unnecessary risk"

"If you are truly mature, you will not agree to let you go to the bottomless realm without knowing anything. Anna pressed her hands to interrupt him, "What you will become in the end, failure or disappearance, is a possible ending." In other words, this sortie will probably be the last time we will meet, do you think I'll stay in the city? ”

"......" Roland knew that his last attempt had also collapsed, after all, he would not be willing to wait alone at such a time. "If we don't make it back......"

"That must be too bad to be any worse, right?" Anna smiled as she let go of her hand, "but even so, I won't regret it." ”

......

Through those black-and-white twisted lines, Nightingale walked into the empty office.

By this time it was late and most of the people had fallen into a deep sleep, except for the flickering fires in the courtyard.

She closed the curtains before opening the drawer and placing the glowing stone on the lampholder.

Soon, the room was illuminated by soft light.

The pieces of the teapot had long since been removed by the maid, and the carpet had been replaced entirely, leaving no trace of the previous accident, as if it had never happened.

Nightingale crossed the telephone table and quickly found her target, a wooden box at the top of the table, covered in clutter of papers.

In the mist, she didn't need to rely on light to argue things, and the unpredictable realm was like another world, forever in a trichromatic state. The black, white and grey silhouette can be seen even without a light source.

There is only one exception.

She opened the box, which contained a stack of paper covered in handwriting, and a few small shiny stones.

The nightingale picked one of them up and held it in the palm of her hand, and then tried to escape into the mist, and the surging magic suddenly dissipated before it could take shape, as if it was hindered by something.

"Sure enough......" she sighed, and threw the stone back into the box a little sullenly.

This is a report from the Magic Tower, either from Agatha and Seline, or Isabella's, of course, it is more likely that the crisis of the gods they co-wrote was not long over, and the red fog on the Hermes Plateau has not completely dissipated at this moment, and the witches of Tachira also need to digest the discoveries and experiments of the pure, so Isabella simply stayed in Neverwinter temporarily. Coupled with the technology obtained from the devil, they seem to have achieved a lot of results during this time, and a report will be sent to the office every few days.

Normally, Roland would always check it on the same day, but today was an exception, the separation of the North Slope Mountain and the test flight of the large plane were arranged on the same day, so that he never had time to open the box.

Nightingale noticed the existence of this thing from the beginning, after all, in the misty world, there are only two things that will not be affected, one is the colorful magic, and the other is the pure black void made by the divine stone. Of course, according to Isabella's research, the two may be one and the same.

Therefore, she had discovered this black light as early as when Roland met with Barich Lothar, but its range of influence was much smaller than that of ordinary divine stones, and it was obviously concocted by Isabella. Since it was a sample related to the report, she didn't pay much attention to it.

This is exactly why when the teapot fell, she didn't use the instantaneous step, the black light blocked the falling teapot, and the moment she entered the fog, her body had already made an "irretrievable" judgment.

If that were all there was next, it would have been a minor accident, but the nightingale saw a line that made up the table pop forward at her touch, through the black light, and finally crashed into the teapot, changing its trajectory.

Any distortion in the mist was uncontrollable, and even she had to be on the lookout for restless contours at all times, or it would be herself who would be cut open.

It was the first time she had seen anything like this.

It's just that the nightingale isn't sure if it's a coincidence or if something has really happened to him.

She used her abilities again, repeatedly touching the corner of the table in the fog, and simulating the situation a few more times, but no surprises occurred.

It seems that he really thinks too much, and Nightingale withdraws her hand a little embarrassed, Agatha is right, just because there are many witches in the alliance who have done this, you can't think that evolution is easy. It's good that I didn't say it at the time, otherwise I would definitely be teased by Roland.

She took the glowing stone back into a drawer and left the office the way she came.

"Click......"

Suddenly, there was a soft noise in the silent room.

Where no one could see at the table, a crack bloomed along the wood grain.