After finishing the conversation with the front line, Nightingale placed a silver-white sealing ring on his desk.
This is a special buckle for flying messengers. It is made of two aluminum sheets and can accommodate a palm-sized curled paper strip. Compared with the original method of directly tying the cloth strip on the claws, it has evolved a lot. The "ultra-thin paper" specially made by Soraya has greatly increased the amount of information transmitted by MeSince.
After the distance exceeds 500 kilometers, the probability of the accident of the flying messenger will become non-negligible, so the administrative offices in various places have set up relay nodes. In order to efficiently sort secret letters, the identification number is also printed on the buckle, which is equivalent to the ticket of later generations. With just a glance, you can understand where this secret letter was sent from and where it was sent.
The first letter on this buckle means that it came from the Kingdom of Dawn. When Roland set the system on the grounds of confidentiality, he directly used pinyin abbreviations for his own convenience, rather than the standard characters common to the four kingdoms.
"From Dawn Thorn Town?" He raised his eyebrows, "When did you get it?"
"Just ten minutes ago, Honey came by." Nightingale replied, "But I saw that you were on the phone, so I didn't interrupt you."
Could it be that there is something new discovered in the Cage Mountain Ruins? Roland pried open the buckle and spread the letter.
The content of the letter was a little long, and it took him half an hour to understand what happened to the guards recently.
"I didn't expect that the church would ask Greycastle for help one day." Putting down the letter, Roland couldn't help but sigh, although he knew that once Hermes was given up, they would never have a chance to make a comeback again, so let's go to a remote place to do something. There is no problem with one side. In the end, it was the former bishop of the church who gave the fugitive a fatal blow. I have to say that this was a dramatic ending.
"Where is the whereabouts of the bereaved dogs who left the orphans in the holy city monastery and ran away alone?" Nightingale asked curiously.
"If the letter is correct, the church almost ceases to exist." Roland handed the letter to the other party, "Their last hope betrayed them."
Nightingale looked at him after reading the letter, "Then what are you going to do?"
"Since the housekeepers of the Earl of the Grand Duke Island have all confessed, and the treasures of the relics have also disappeared, it will be a matter of time to send someone to the heart of the wolf." Roland tapped the table lightly and said, "The Ritual Rubik's Cube is able to deal with the enriched high-purity uranium flakes. If there is a reaction, then the scene in the mural may not be purely artistic fiction. No matter what it does, it is best controlled by Neverwinter. As for the captured church agent Farina..." He paused. , "Just bring it back with Qiao for trial."
"Sure enough, it sounds like your answer." Nightingale smiled slightly.
"I thought you wouldn't like this answer." Roland thoughtfully said, "After all, the church has brutally persecuted you."
"I really hated the church, and I even hated humans." Nightingale said calmly, "But since I knew that Akalis, who is also a witch, was behind all of this, and that everything she did was to continue her own life. , my thoughts have changed. It is hard to hate to hate anymore, I just feel that she is pitiful and pathetic. Besides, the church that was single-handedly supported by Starfall City has now vanished. Even if I want to take revenge, I can’t find the target. ."
"Uh... Have you ever hated humans?" Roland asked in surprise.
"It's strange that I don't hate it," Nightingale glared at him. "Magic awakening is not something I can control, and I didn't use it to do evil everywhere. Why should I be driven away like a street mouse? Since you see me as an alien, Then why should I get along with you as the same kind of thing is probably what I thought at the time. And I dare say that most witches have had similar emotions."
"That's why he showed up in my bedroom with a dagger in the first place?"
"It was enough restraint at that time," Nightingale burst out laughing, "The idea of hating humans is only a vague idea, but hating nobles is real. If it wasn't because Anna fell into your hands, I would I won't have the patience to sit down with you and talk... Have you forgotten my old title?"
Well, no. The Shadow Killer, the deadly ghost who once made the entire aristocratic circle of the old capital cool.
"So your ** was..."
"It's fake," Nightingale said, covering her mouth. "If you can reveal your true nature, then Anna will be able to understand more deeply what a nobleman is. It's a pity..."
What a pity? Are you regretting that you couldn't persuade Anna to leave Border Town, or are you regretting that it didn't work? Roland said angrily, "It seems that I was lucky at the time."
"When you harbor hatred, it's always easy to go to an extreme." Nightingale patted him on the shoulder, "It didn't take long for me to find out that there are also aliens like you in the nobles, just like me, maybe try It’s good to have some trust.”
"Should I say thank you for your approval?"
"You're welcome." She said confidently, "As for the later, there are pure witches, even those like Zero, and those immature ideas will naturally disappear."
"Really... It's not easy for you." Roland sighed.
"Why do I think you're in a low mood?" Nightingale leaned over, the tip of her hair falling on his cheek, "The front is fake, but it doesn't mean the back is also fake. For example... now."
As soon as she finished speaking, she disappeared into the mist, and when she reappeared, she was already leaning on the reclining chair with the dried fish in her mouth, and she was winking at him proudly.
Roland stood up angrily, and was about to teach her a lesson and let her understand who was the king of Greycastle when the phone rang suddenly.
It's a special line for the head of the Executive Office.
He gave Nightingale a "you're waiting" look and raised the microphone.
"Your Majesty," Barov's voice quickly sounded over there, "the old king has a special visitor and said that he would like to see you no matter what."
It is not uncommon for a guest to be introduced to him by the Hand of the King himself. "Oh? Who is the other party?"
"Master of Drama, Your Excellency Kakin Fiss." Barov's tone was faintly excited.
Why is it him again? Roland frowned. Didn't he make the rejection very clear in the letter? "I still have a lot of work to do, if he doesn't have anything particularly important..."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Barov quickly recounted the other party's intention.
"Are you sure?" Roland was slightly taken aback.
"Yes, this is what he said himself!" The manager vowed.
Hearing this, Roland couldn't help but come up with an idea. After a moment of silence, he changed his previous idea, "I will meet him in the castle parlor, you can arrange it."