After finishing official duties at night, Roland returned to the bedroom and saw Anna was sorting her clothes, and there was a huge suitcase beside her. novel .
"Uh... what are you doing?"
"Don't you know at a glance?" She patted the folded clothes in the closet, "Get ready to travel."
"Then Neverwinter is about to shut down," Roland said half-jokingly, "Is it really okay for the Minister of Industry to leave without saying goodbye?"
"Don't worry, except for a few finished products such as steam turbines and enhanced piston engines, the factories are basically able to produce them now, and the qualification rate is low at most. And the members of the Strange Item Society that you brought back, their talents are not bad, let It won't be a big problem if they take over the department."
"Wait..." Roland suddenly realized that something was wrong. The clothes that Anna picked were basically simple and durable. There were no silk clothes and skirts for banquets or other formal occasions. As if joking, "Where are you going?"
"Floating Island, with you." She showed a questionable look, "You don't intend to wait for the result of the front line in Neverwinter, right? I can see it, talk to the three seats of Taquila. After that, you have already made a decision. Besides, it is far more convenient to go to the bottomless realm from the air than to walk on the backbone of the mainland, and even if you do not come back, there are good reasons for it.”
"This can't be done," Roland subconsciously vetoed, "Let's not talk about the decisive battle with the devil's main force, no one knows what is in the bottomless realm. And I heard from Hykezord that it has been occupied by the sky and sea world, and this trip is risky. You don't know how big it is."
"Snapped."
Anna stretched out her hands, patted his face lightly, forcibly straightened her shaking head, and then rubbed his cheeks, "Of course I know. I have to do this because I know."
The voice is not high, there is even a gentle feeling, but as long as you look into her eyes, you will understand that this matter cannot be refused.
For a moment, the other party and the appearance of the past when they first met overlapped.
At that time, Anna was still childish and had nothing but ability, but even so, it was extremely difficult to change what she was determined to do.
Roland had to make a final attempt and said, "You are now different from the past. As a queen, it is not a mature approach to leave everything in Neverwinter to take this unnecessary risk."
"If you're really mature, you won't agree to let you go to a bottomless state without knowing anything." Anna pressed her hands to interrupt him, "What will you become in the end, failure or disappearance, it is all a matter of choice. A possible ending. In other words, this attack is likely to be the last meeting, do you think I will stay in the city? Since it is all adventure, there is not much to add to me."
"..." Roland knew that his last attempt had also collapsed. After all, thinking about it, he wouldn't be willing to wait alone at such a time. "If we don't come back..."
"The situation must be as bad as it gets?" Anna let go of her hand and smiled, "But even so, I won't regret it."
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Through the twisted black and white lines, Nightingale walked into the empty office.
At this time, it was already dark, and most of the people fell into a deep sleep, and only a little bit of flickering fire could still be seen in the yard.
After she drew the curtains, she opened the drawer and put the glowing magic stone on the lamp holder.
Soon, the room is illuminated by soft light.
The fragments of the teapot have long been removed by the maid, and the carpet has been replaced as a whole. The previous accident did not leave any traces, as if it had never happened.
Nightingale crossed the telephone table and quickly found her target, a wooden box placed on the top of the table and covered with messy documents.
In the fog, she does not need to rely on light to distinguish things, that unpredictable realm is like another world, and it will always remain in a three-color state. The contours constructed in black, white and gray can be seen even without a light source.
There is only one exception.
She opened the box, which contained a stack of paper full of handwriting, and a few translucent small stones.
Nightingale picked up one of them and held it in her palm, and then tried to escape into the mist. The surging magic power suddenly dissipated before it took shape, as if it was blocked by something.
"Sure enough..." She sighed, and threw the stone back into the wooden box in a dull manner.
This is a report from the Magic Tower, either from Agatha and Celine, or from Isabella. Of course, it is more likely that they co-wrote the crisis of the God of Divine Creation. The red mist on the Ermes Plateau still hadn't completely dissipated, and the Taquila witches also needed to digest the discovery and experiment of the Pure Ones, so Isabella simply stayed in Neverwinter. Coupled with the technology obtained from the devil, they seem to have achieved a lot during this time, and a report will be sent to the office every few days.
Usually, Roland would finish his review on the same day, but today was an exception. The separation of Beipo Mountain and the test flight of the large plane were both arranged on the same day, so that he never had time to open the box.
Nightingale noticed the existence of this thing from the very beginning, after all, in the foggy world, there are only two things that will not be affected, one is the colorful magic power, and the other is the pure black hole made by the god stone. Of course, according to Isabella's research, the two can be classified as one thing.
Therefore, she discovered this black light as early as when Roland met Barihe Lothar, but it had a much smaller scope of influence than ordinary divine stones, and was obviously modulated by Isabella. Since it was a sample related to the report, she didn't take it too seriously.
That's why when the teapot fell, she didn't use Shunpo. The black light blocked the falling teapot. The moment she entered the fog, her body had already made a judgment of "irretrievable".
If that was the case, it would be just a small accident, but Nightingale saw a line that made up the table spring forward under her touch, passed through the black light, and finally hit the teapot. , changing its fall trajectory.
Any distortion in the fog is uncontrollable, and even she must beware of those restless outlines at all times, otherwise it is herself who will be cut open.
It was the first time she had seen such a thing.
It's just that Nightingale wasn't sure whether it was just a random coincidence, or if something had really changed in him.
She used her ability again, touched the corner of the table repeatedly in the fog, and tried to imitate the situation at that time several times, but no accident happened.
It seemed that he was thinking too much, and Nightingale withdrew her hand in embarrassment. Agatha was right. Just because there are many witches in the alliance have achieved this, they should not think that evolution is an easy task. Fortunately, he didn't say it at the time, otherwise he would definitely be made fun of by Roland.
She put the glowing magic stone back in the drawer and left the office the same way.
"Crack..."
There was a sudden sound in the silent room.
Where no one can see by the table, a crack blooms along the wood grain.