"Hey...... Roland ......" Nightingale's voice pulled his thoughts back, "Are you alright?"

"Uh, what's wrong with me?" Roland cleared his throat.

"Looking at the drawings in a daze, my face is not very good-is there's any bad news on it?"

"No, maybe it's just that I'm overthinking. Roland shook his head and briefly recounted his guesses, "If the world is like this, it will be too desperate." ”

It is hard to ignore the fact that thousands of years is a very short cycle for life.

When the Radiators and the Stickmen fought you to the death, where were the humans? Where are the devils?

If the war of divine will prolongs indefinitely, what about the civilization that won the divine will before?

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

But why are they also nowhere to be found?

As soon as he thought of this, Roland felt that the road ahead was much more difficult.

"I see......," Nightingale said thoughtfully, "but even if you're right, I don't think there's no solution." ”

Roland looked at her unexpectedly, "What's the solution?"

"Let's say it first, I'm not Anna, so I can't say one, two, three, it's just a personal thought, you are not allowed to laugh, understand. ”

"No laughing promised. ”

Nightingale stuffed a piece of dried fish into her mouth, "First of all, I have to admit that this is not a problem that one or two generations can reverse, right? ”

"Hmm...... Makes sense," Roland nodded, "and then?"

"No more. ”

"Huh?" he was slightly stunned.

"Because that's none of our business anymore. Nightingale said as a matter of course, "The life span of a person is so limited, it is not easy to complete the duties of this life, so why bother about what happens next." As for how those people do and whether they can succeed or not, it is their responsibility, even if you think about it, it is meaningless. ”

He couldn't help but grin...... Is this a consolation? But in any case, such a simple, straightforward and clear way of thinking is indeed the style of the other party.

"Are you going to laugh at my short-sightedness?" said Nightingale, squinting.

"No," Roland immediately closed the corners of his mouth, "you think through thoroughly. ”

"That's pretty much it. She raised her head and said with a slight smugness, "And if you are worried that the latecomers are not capable enough to take on this responsibility, you can also share it with other races." ”

"Share?"

"Building ruins to record the 'truth' of the battle of the Divine Will is also a way to get the message across. Didn't you discover the existence of the Radiants and Stickmen from the murals of the Temple of the Damned? Build a few more strong underground fortresses all over the Grey Keep and carve them into the walls to warn the other civilizations that are fighting, and if the time is long enough, I think there will always be one or two races who will wait until the time is right. ”

Roland couldn't help but be stunned, the nightingale's words could not only not be said to be short-sighted, but even extremely far-reaching. If humanity is completely wiped out in a fateful war, and the continuity is cut off, it does not mean that it will withdraw from the stage. Adopting such a method to pass on ideas will inevitably go down in history as long as a victor jumps out of the frame.

Perhaps even she didn't realize the meaning of this method.

After a long while, Roland smiled and shook his head, and poured her a Chaos drink, "With your head, it's good to think of that." ”

The first half of the sentence could be omitted. The nightingale said this, but took the cup without hesitation.

Indeed, that was the last and most helpless resort. He thought to himself. But if he could, he would prefer that humans be recorders rather than a recorded symbol.

After calling Sean and handing him the stone tablets in the package to Céline, Roland threw himself into the day's work. In the afternoon, a man he had been waiting for came to the castle.

Camilla Dare, the steward of the Sleeping Island.

Strangely, she didn't travel with Tilly, and she showed no signs of taking care of herself, and she still retained the appearance of a dusty person.

This means that the other party is likely to get off the ship and go straight to the castle, without even going to the Sleeping Charm.

Roland had a bad premonition in his heart.

"You just arrived in Neverwinter?" he made Camilla a cup of tea, "Good work, is the expedition over there going well?"

The latter drank all the tea, and almost choked on the water, "cough...... Ahem, something happened to the Shadow Islands, Joan, she...... Gone!"

"Disappear?" Roland's heart sank, and he couldn't help but glance at the nightingale, "What happened, you tell me slowly." ”

“...... That's probably how it went," Camilla took half an hour to tell the whole story, "and we waited two days outside the sea, but we never got to get Joan back. Thunder says that only you may know what happened to Joan underwater. The distorted scene, the floating pillar island...... Is it really something that can exist in reality?"

How could this happen!

Roland couldn't help but rub his forehead, the more he understood the world, the more he could feel its weirdness—he had felt that dreams were full of incongruities, but now it seems that reality is not much better.

The elongated pillars and sea fish do not appear to be caused by external forces, but one obvious proof is that Camilla saw her fingers grow suddenly before Joan was pulled into the depths. If it is pulled out forcefully, the big butler who is in a state of spiritual resonance will definitely feel unbearable pain.

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

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

As bizarre as it sounded and there was no evidence, he knew he had to say something. The reason why Camilla didn't go to Tiri first, and didn't wait for her to recover from fatigue, was obviously eager to know about Joan's safety. Judging from her bloodshot eyes, maybe she hadn't slept well all the way, and she could make Camilla so anxious, in addition to worry, I am afraid that there is a lot of self-blame.

In other words, even if it's nonsense, you have to make something up.

Fortunately, there is an example of a "sea line" perpendicular to the sea surface, and no matter how much he pulls it, he will not exaggerate it too much.

Roland rubbed his forehead and muttered for a long time before he spoke, "I think Thunder's decision is correct. ”

Camilla immediately looked up, "You also think that Joan is still alive?"

"Well, and it's possible that she went east of the sea line. ”

"In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles apart, this ...... Is it really possible?"

"I'm just speculating, and the first thing I know for sure is that the water level of the entire Shadow Sea has indeed fallen, right? This change can even affect the ebb and flow of the Fiordland Islands, and the amount of water must be very staggering. So, where does the falling water go?" Roland picked up the quill and drew a circle on the paper, "I guess it's the east side of the sea line." ”

Camilla thought for a moment, "Thunder seems to have said that the waters near the sea line are indeed flowing to the west. ”

"Because if you don't replenish it, as long as the tide recedes two or three times, the whirlpool sea will have to dry up and bottom out. Roland then drew a second circle, almost a palm apart, "The problem is that if you carry it from one place to another and then pour it out, then the sea water must be in bursts. But the truth is that the water is moving in a constant stream – and for this to happen, you have to pass through two circles in an instant. So...... What's the fastest route?"

Camilla held out her hand uncertainly, gesturing between laps, "Straight?"

"Theoretically," Roland added a straight line to the two laps, "but there's another possibility." Then he folded the paper so that the two circles overlapped, "and in this way, it was instantaneous." ”

Camilla took a breath, "W-how is this possible?"

"It's really beyond common sense, but if it's caused by magic, it can't be handled by common sense. For example, the nightingale can also achieve short-distance teleportation, and can also pass through insurmountable obstacles, and the effect is not much different from this. ”

The "......" butler fell silent for a moment.

"Also, while this is only a hypothesis, one of the phenomena you mentioned is very intriguing. "For example, this pen goes from front circle to back circle in the blink of an eye, but it's actually a straight line – in other words, what do you think you'd see when the fish covered a distance of 10,000 miles in less than a breath?"

Camilla muttered, "Shrink...... Small?"

"That's right, the visual rules of near and far are still in effect, so I don't think it's that the fish is elongated, but that its body is thousands of miles away from you, so it naturally looks thin and long. ”

"Whew......" she let out a long breath, her expression finally relaxed, "If there is also the sea outside the circle over there, Joan should be able to survive." ”

Roland nodded.

"Thank you......" Camilla seemed to be about to say something more, but suddenly she leaned and fell diagonally to the ground.

The nightingale held her up just in time.

"She should just be exhausted. ”

"You take her to the Witches' Mansion to rest, and I'll send someone to inform Tilly. ”

"Understood. The nightingale took Camilla in her arms and dodged into the fog.