"Hey... Roland..." Nightingale's voice drew him back, "Are you okay?"
"Uh, what's wrong with me?" Roland cleared his throat.
"Looking at the drawing in a daze, and your face is not very good, is there any bad news on it?"
"No, it may just be me thinking too much." Roland shook his head and briefly recounted his guess. "If the world is like this, it would be too desperate."
A problem that cannot be ignored is that thousands of years are really a very short cycle for life.
Where were the humans when the Radiants and the Stickman fought to the death? Where is the devil
If the battle of divine will lasts indefinitely, what about the civilization that won divine will before
No matter how tragic the war is, there will always be a winner.
But why are they also missing
Thinking of this, Roland felt that the road ahead was suddenly much more difficult.
"I see..." Nightingale said thoughtfully, "But even if you guessed correctly, I don't think there is no solution."
Roland looked at her unexpectedly, "What can I do?"
"Let's talk first, I'm not Anna, so I can't say one, two or three. It's just my personal thoughts. You are not allowed to laugh, understand."
"Promise not to laugh."
Nightingale stuffed a piece of dried fish into her mouth, "First of all, I have to admit that this is not something that can be reversed within a generation or two, right? So the most important thing is to pass on the message until the moment is right."
"Well... that makes sense," Roland nodded, "and then what?"
"No then."
"Huh?" He was slightly taken aback.
"Because that has nothing to do with us." Nightingale said as a matter of course, "People's lifespan is so limited, it is not easy to complete the responsibilities of this life, why bother about the future. As for what those people do, they can If you can't succeed, it's their responsibility, even if you think about it, it's meaningless."
He couldn't help grinning... Is this consolation? But no matter what, such a simple, straightforward and clear-cut way of thinking is indeed the style of the other party.
"Are you going to laugh at my shortsightedness?" Nightingale said with narrowed eyes.
"No," Roland immediately closed the corners of his mouth, "You think very clearly."
"It's not too bad." She raised her head and said with a little 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 ethnic groups."
"Apportionment? How?"
"Building ruins and recording the "truth" of the Battle of Divine Will is also a method of delivering news. Didn't you discover the existence of Radiants and Stickmen in the frescoes of the Temple of the Damned? Build a few more solid underground fortresses in various parts of Graycastle, and carve pictures on the walls to warn other civilized groups participating in the war. If the time is long enough, I think there will always be one or two races who can wait until the time is right. moment. "
Roland couldn't help being stunned. Nightingale's remarks could not only be described as short-lived, but could even be called extremely far-reaching. If human beings are completely destroyed in the war that decides their fate, and their continuity is cut off, it does not mean that they will withdraw from the stage. Using this method to pass on ideas, as long as there is a winner who jumps out of the frame, human civilization will inevitably go down in history.
Maybe she didn't even realize the meaning of this method.
After a while, Roland shook his head with a smile and poured her a cup of Chaos drink, "With your head, it's pretty good to think of this."
"The first half of the sentence can be omitted." Even though Yeying said so, she still took the cup without hesitation.
Indeed, that is the last and most helpless means. he thought. But if possible, he would prefer humans to be the recorders, rather than a recorded symbol.
After calling Sean and entrusting him with the stone chips in the package to Celine, Roland devoted himself to the day's work. By afternoon, a man he had been waiting for came to the castle.
Sleeping Island Steward Camilla Derry.
The strange thing is that she didn't walk with Tilly, and she didn't show any signs of taking care of her body, and she still kept her dusty appearance.
This shows that the other party is very likely to go straight to the castle after getting off the boat, and he has not even been to the Sleeping Charm.
Roland had a bad premonition in his heart.
"You just arrived in Neverwinter?" He made Camilla a cup of tea with his own hands, "Thank you for your hard work, is the expedition over Thunder going well?"
The latter drank the tea and almost choked on the water, "Cough...cough, there was an accident in the Shadow Islands, Joan, she...disappeared!"
"Disappeared?" Roland's heart sank, and he couldn't help but glance at Nightingale. "What happened, please tell me slowly."
"...That's probably the process," Camilla took half an hour to tell the whole incident, "We waited outside the sea for two days, but we couldn't wait for Joan to come back. Lei Ting said that only you could know, Joan. What happened under the water. That distorted scene, the floating pillar island... Is it really something that can exist in reality?"
How could such a thing happen!
Roland can't help rubbing his forehead. The more he understands the world, the more he can feel its weirdness. Before, he felt that the dream was full of inconsistencies. Now it seems that reality is not much better.
The elongated stone pillars and sea fish do not seem to be caused by external forces from the description. An obvious evidence is that before Joan was pulled into the deep sea, Camilla saw her fingers suddenly grow. If it was pulled out abruptly, the big butler in the state of spiritual resonance would definitely feel unbearable pain.
But in fact, neither Joan nor Camilla noticed any physical discomfort.
The only thing he can think of is that the space is distorted.
As bizarre as it sounded and without any proof, he knew he had to say something. The reason why Camilla didn't go to Tilly first or report back after she recovered from fatigue was obviously that she couldn't wait to know Joan's safety. Judging from her bloodshot eyes, maybe she hadn't slept well along the way, and to make Camilla so anxious, in addition to worry, I'm afraid she also has a lot of self-blame.
That is to say, even if it is nonsense, something must be made up.
Fortunately, there is an example of a "sea line" perpendicular to the sea surface, no matter how much he talks about it, it will not be too exaggerated.
Roland rubbed his forehead and pondered for a long time before he said, "I think Lei Ting's decision is correct."
Camilla immediately raised her head, "You also think that Joan is still alive?"
"Well, and she may have gone east of the sea line."
"In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles away, is this... really possible?"
"I just speculate. First of all, what is certain is that the water level of the entire Shadow Sea has indeed dropped, right? This change can even affect the ebb and flow of the fjord islands, and the amount of water must be amazing. Then, the drop Where did the seawater 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 while, "Thunder seems to have said that the sea water near the sea line does flow westward."
"Because if you don't add it, the whirlpool sea will dry up after two or three low tides." Roland then drew a second circle, the two circles being about a palm apart, "The problem is, if you move from one place to another Poured out in one place, then the water should be in bursts. But the fact is that the current is in constant motion. To achieve this, it has to pass through two circles in an instant. So what is the fastest path?"
Camilla stretched out her hand uncertainly and gestured between the two circles, "Go straight?"
"Theoretically," Roland added a straight line to the two circles, "but there is another possibility." Then he folded the paper so that the two circles overlapped, "In this way, it arrived instantly. ."
Camilla took a deep breath, "How is this possible?"
"It's really beyond common sense, but if it's caused by magic, it can't be handled with common sense. For example, Nightingale can also achieve short-distance teleportation, and can also pass through obstacles that ordinary people can't overcome. The effect is not much different from this. "
"..." The big butler fell silent for a while.
"Also, although this is only a hypothesis, the phenomenon you mentioned is very intriguing." Roland inserted the tip of the pen into the circle, "For example, this pen traveled from the front circle to the back circle in the blink of an eye, but it actually remained This journey was completed in a straight line. In other words, from the outside world, the fish has covered a distance of 10,000 miles in less than one breath. What kind of scene do you think you will see?"
Camilla murmured, "Shrink... small?"
"That's right, the visual rules of near big and far small are still in effect, so I think it's not that the fish is stretched, but that its body is thousands of miles away from you, so it naturally looks thinner and longer. "
"Huh..." She let out a long sigh, and 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..." Camila seemed to want to say something else when she suddenly slumped and fell to the ground.
Nightingale supported her in time.
"She's probably just exhausted."
"Send her to the witch building to rest, I'll send someone to inform Tilly."
"Understood." Nightingale took Camilla between her arms and fled into the mist.