This explanation is a bit far-fetched, but Anna and Scroll failed to check for more problems for a while.
After waking up, his body temperature, breathing, and pulse were all at normal levels. Even Roland himself was very strange. The dizziness came without warning, as if his consciousness was suddenly cut off. The road from Beipo Mountain to the castle was completely is blank.
During the inspection, he also learned about the situation after fainting from the scroll.
A few people heard Anna's voice, but they didn't witness the scene when Roland fell. The moment Roland lost consciousness, Nightingale pulled both of them into the fog at the same time. Later, Anna came forward to explain that it was just her exclamation when she almost slipped, and she covered up the incident without any danger.
As for where the King's Majesty went, everyone was not particularly concerned about it. After all, Nightingale's strength was deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it was almost impossible to hurt Roland from her hand. Therefore, as long as she is guarding, Roland does not need the personal guard to accompany him all the time. Besides, there is no need to inform them about the itinerary of the King of Greycastle, and it is normal for His Majesty to take a step ahead when the radio communication test is a great success.
Because of this, only Anna, Scroll, and Nightingale stayed by his side, and the other members of the Witch League didn't even know about it.
Hearing this, Roland finally felt relieved.
It has to be said that Nightingale made the most correct choice at a critical time. Now that the affairs of the entire Graycastle depend on him, and there are strong enemies outside to fight against, the upper and lower layers must maintain a high degree of consistency in order to fight a bloody path in the Battle of Divine Will. If he falls at this time, it will inevitably bring instability. Even if it's just a short coma, people can't help but speculate about his physical condition.
The best way to deal with it is when it never happened.
"Thanks to you." Roland smiled at Nightingale.
The latter did not take the opportunity to take a few bottles of Chaos Drinks as usual, but responded in a low voice, "No, it's nothing... You're fine."
After eating the meal from the kitchen, it was just after eight o'clock in the evening.
Roland originally planned to go to the office to revise the design of the next Tianhuo, but was pushed back to the bed by Anna on the grounds that the patient just wanted a good rest. In desperation, he had to do as he did, and even canceled the dream trip at night. After all, the sudden coma made him feel a little guilty. The tragedy happened because of long overtime work before, so taking a little more rest is not a bad thing.
After saying good night, the three walked out of the room in turn.
After the door was closed, the room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, leaving only the faintly visible city lights outside the window, illuminating the small piece of glass in the gap between the curtains.
About a quarter of an hour later, Roland heard a rustling sound.
In this quiet and windless bedroom, the feet of the velvet curtain swayed slightly.
He tilted his head to look, and a shadow appeared at the window, blocking the only light source. The shimmering light behind him traced a thin silver edge to its silhouette.
Such a sight makes people feel inexplicably nostalgic.
Roland sat up and said unsurprisingly, "Now you can tell me what happened?"
The shadow walked to the window, revealing that beautiful curly hair.
It was the nightingale who came.
"You knew I was coming?" She froze.
"You don't usually look like this." Roland shook his head with a smile, took out the glowing magic stone from the bedside table, and put it into the lamp slot. The soft yellow light suddenly illuminated the entire room. "The expression on your face just now was like writing your thoughts on your face."
"Then Anna..." Nightingale subconsciously covered her face.
"I guess she noticed that too? That's why she left me in the bedroom." Roland let out a long sigh, "But since she didn't take the initiative to ask, she tacitly acquiesced to your judgment on this matter. If you think you can't let me Others know, and she probably won't ask any further."
This is undoubtedly a kind of trust.
There was a complicated look in Nightingale's eyes.
"To be honest, I'm also very curious." Roland continued, "The words that I feel comfortable and don't have any discomfort are not lies that I made up to comfort you, but my own true feelings. You can clearly hear this, Why did it still look worried? What were you worried about?"
She lowered her eyelids, "There are not only three people who know that you are in a coma."
"More than three?"
"Nana was not in Neverwinter, and Lily couldn't heal her wounds. At that time, no one could even determine your condition." Nightingale said slowly, "In my desperation, I thought of someone... Although she couldn't do anything about the specific illness, But at least I can make an overall judgment. So I took her into the bedroom without telling Anna."
"Do you mean… "
"Momo."
Roland's heart skipped a beat, this was indeed an extremely suitable candidate, and the lifespan trend itself could explain a lot of problems. In such a chaotic situation, Nightingale was able to sort out her thoughts and find the correct way to deal with it, no doubt much more mature than before. But thinking of the other party's preoccupied appearance, he faintly felt that it might not be a good result.
"What did Momo see?"
"... Fourteen," Nightingale replied in a low voice after staring at him for a long time. "The number has changed from seventeen to fourteen."
"Short... three years?" Roland couldn't help frowning. This is too unbelievable. If the disease is worsening, there must be some signs. But he does feel refreshed now, not to mention sick.
Nightingale seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "It's not illness, it's not fatigue... I've compared the samples of criminals in the mining area, and none of them match yours. It's obviously not the norm to reduce three years in a few months, otherwise the actual time of these four or five years is equivalent. Yu has shrunk by thirty or forty years. It could only have started recently."
It is indeed possible to say this, Roland touched his chin and said, "But I haven't encountered anything special recently..."
"No, it's the same." Nightingale leaned down, "Perhaps you didn't notice it yourself, but I know better than anyone that in the past few months, the number of times you entered the dream world has increased several times than before. Other than that, I think There's no other reason!" She reached out to hold Roland's palm, and her tone changed a little, "Promise me, don't enter the dream world again!"
It turned out that, Roland couldn't help but be stunned. That's right, the biggest change in the past few months is probably the dream world. The key is not the number of entries, but the core of the power of nature that has been absorbed. According to Lan, the dream will continue to expand due to the growth of magic power, until it invades the realm of the gods. He didn't know what the world of consciousness would look like in the end, but he clearly felt the process of self-enrichment in a world.
And as a creator closely linked to him, it seems plausible that he has experienced a significant increase in pressure.
Thinking about it now, the "time is running out" that Lan solemnly mentioned at that time may not only refer to the will of the gods, but also to his situation.