After the appointment and dismissal were announced, everyone took the oath of office in accordance with Roland's request.

This is the first time that the officials have seen such a process, but the novelty is the novelty, and everyone still did it meticulously, and many people deliberately raised their chests.

There is nothing special about the oath itself, "loyalty to the king and dedication to duty"—a phrase that every courtier often says, but on such a formal occasion, when it is spoken in front of everyone, it seems to take on a meaning that cannot be ignored.

Roland knew that they were gradually merging into one.

"Now that you've passed the inauguration ceremony, it's time to get down to work. He stood up from his throne and slapped his palm on the large map on the wall behind him, "Completely sweep the devil's threat out of the fertile plains, ensure the safety of the northwest of Neverwinter, and lay the foundation for humanity to return to the hinterland of the continent - this is the main goal of Grey Keep next year!"

The defeat of the two battles of divine will has pushed people to a desperate situation step by step, and there is no way back from the sea. In both a survival resource and a strategic sense, westward expansion is the only way out.

If you want to gain a foothold in the vast plains, you must pull out the nail of Tajira - without the veins of the Divine Stone, the devil cannot erect an obelisk, and the Grey Keep can truly gain a safe frontier territory. After that, whether it is concentrating on development or waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, its initiative will be in its own hands.

After all, humans don't need to rely on the Red Mist for their actions.

When the technical force reaches a qualitative change, the offensive range of weapons will also be greatly improved.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" everyone said in unison.

After the meeting, Roland returned to his office, where Nightingale had already placed the brewed black tea on his desk.

"Good work. ”

She still had the same relaxed expression, and the dried fish that twitched at the corners of her mouth showed that she was in a good mood.

"Ah...... Thank you," Roland picked up the fragrant teacup, and suddenly thought of Anna's words last night, and couldn't help but look at the other party twice.

Anna has not elaborated on what the agreement is, but the enthronement ceremony in the morning and the wedding banquet in the evening, the nightingale stayed with everyone, and it didn't look like she could complete the "agreement".

The puzzle was a bit confusing to him.

And Roland vaguely felt that if he asked him directly, neither of them would tell him the real answer.

"What's wrong?" At this moment, the nightingale's voice suddenly came from my ears, "Do I look particularly good today?"

"No...... Uh," he quickly took a sip of tea to hide his distraction, "I mean, yes......"

"Is that a yes or a no?" the latter leaned down and brought his face in front of him, and Roland could even smell the fragrance in her hair, "Your heart is in turmoil." ”

Before he could reply, the nightingale had already dodged away, leaning back on the chaise longue, and munching on the dried fish triumphantly.

Realizing that she was playing tricks on herself, Roland shook his head helplessly, but at the same time he was a little glad in his heart.

Either way, at least one thing he was sure of.

The other party was still the nightingale he was familiar with.

In the west, over the wild snowfields.

"What's the speed now?"

There was no answer.

Lightning's ears were filled with the sound of the wind howling, and it was very difficult to even open his mouth, and if he spoke in the wind, he was afraid that his tongue would be torn apart by the turbulence like a blade. She had to work her magic and activate the "Harmony".

In an instant, the biting chill disappeared from his face, and the wind noise was reduced to a tolerable level.

"Maisie, what's the speed now?" she asked again.

"I'll look at Goo," the latter poked half of his head out of the collar below her neck, "almost twice as big as Greyhawk's." ”

Probably related to the beast instinct, Maisie has an excellent perception of speed, and it is obviously more convenient to fly with her than to estimate speed based on mana consumption.

"Is it three hundred kilometers per hour?" Lightning sighed slightly, the gray eagle could reach a speed of one hundred and fifty kilometers per hour when it dived towards its prey from a high altitude, and few targets could dodge such an attack. Now she has far surpassed the Gray Eagle, but she is a little unhappy in her heart.

300 km ...... This is the limit of non-attunement flight.

Since her ability to fight evolved, she has spent a lot of time familiarizing herself with her new abilities and mastering the art of actively controlling the harmony of magical power. In other words, as long as she can tolerate all kinds of discomfort during high-speed flight, she can always keep her consumption to a minimum.

In this regard, His Majesty Roland has also updated her with a full set of equipment, such as round-shaped mirror windscreens, double-layer insulated lining, and a close-fitting backpack with less resistance, which can be said to have achieved the ultimate under the weight limit.

This series of measures allowed her to continue to break her level flight record, but the physical constraints still exist, and now it seems that the speed of 300 kilometers per hour may be an insurmountable hurdle.

Once the harmony is initiated, the rate at which mana is consumed increases dramatically.

Lightning couldn't help but be a little envious of the Transcendent Witch's strong body.

Of course, the ability is determined at the moment of awakening, and all she can use is to hone her hard work the day after tomorrow.

Maybe when she returns to Neverwinter, she can ask Loga for advice on how she can develop a stronger body?

"Attention!" Maisie suddenly cried out in her arms, "we are less than a hundred kilometers away from the ruins of Tachira!"

"That's right......" Lightning closed his eyes, feeling the amount of mana in his body, and then curled the corners of his mouth, "Then let's surprise the devil." ”

After mastering her new abilities, Her Majesty finally agreed to her scavenging for game...... No, the request for scouting, even at the lowest cruising speed, was far faster than the clumsy dinosaurs, and with the magic planned, the chances of encountering danger were slim to none.

And Lightning was not satisfied with this, she always remembered the embarrassing scene of exploring the wild land three years ago, and being frightened by the devil's ice sculpture in the ruins of the stone tower. As an explorer, you actually lost to guts, and such a shame must be compensated!

Fear stems from the unknown, and the devil is no longer a terrible monster to her.

"Lightning, full fire!"

Hearing this, the pigeon immediately retracted its head into the collar.

The little girl began to increase her speed, and even with the protection of the same tone, she could feel the wind increase dramatically, from a shrill scream to a deep roar. The white earth turned into a pool of viscous emulsion, and not only did the outline become blurred, but the signs of its backward passage became more and more obvious.

Until that moment comes—

With a loud bang, everything was silent.

It was as if she had broken free from the world's restraints, the wind and snow had been left behind, and the whole sky was at her disposal.

In the words of Her Majesty, she became the guide of the voice.

No matter how many times it is repeated, Lightning never gets bored.

She even felt that she was born for this moment.

Minutes later, the ruins of Tachira appeared at the end of the horizon.

To her surprise, however, the ground around the ruins seemed to change color suddenly, and at first glance it looked like muddy soil after the snow had melted. But when she looked closely, she realized that it was a mixture of flesh and blood! The black-pressed horde of evil beasts pressed towards Tachira from the end of her vision, and slammed down on the devil's line of defense like a tidal wave.

And then the bones are crushed.